Chapter 9
While Frank perched, twisted on the ladder while he shot film like some compact tense bird of prey, the men slumped back with deep sighs and groans of contentment. Annie made a rattling sound in her throat that sounded like the purr of a cat, and let her body relax, feeling weak and dreamy from her mighty orgasm. All of them were satisfied.
All, that is, except Donna. She was aroused once again. The sight and feel of Anne degrading herself was too much for her to bear. She had watched while Jim twitched and pumped hot sticky cum into his wife's mouth. She had seen Anne's cheeks puff and saw her swallowing, saw her swallow the white hot sperm and fight for her breath while her cunt grew wet and hot, filled with Phil's cum.
Yet they weren't spent. A non-verbal kind of communication made each one of them open his eyes a slit and watch Donna who was alive with passion and moving about restlessly. None of them moved as they watched her. It seemed that even Frank, outside, was caught up in the lust that seemed to permeate the air as heavily as any perfume or musk might. It could almost be tasted and felt, so powerful was the feeling. Anyone who has ever been in an orgy knows the feeling: that wild abandonment, that feeling of letting it all hang out, that wild, giddy, sense of being irresponsible and doing everything. No matter how tired the body and mind, lust seems to take over like a magnet would over iron filings and the participants of an orgy find themselves doing things as if they were sleepwalkers. Later, they might feel ashamed or guilty or filled with remorse. Later, they would feel their bodies aching and their genitals sore and battered. Now, there existed only the lewd moment, the obscene gesture, the vile thrill, the animalistic joy that both women felt in being humiliated and degraded, the feral power the men felt in subjecting the women to their vilest wishes. Nothing was forbidden, everything was allowed!
Jim and Phil lay on the water bed, rising and falling with the gentle swell of the water beneath them, feeling it growing gentle and gradual as they lay breathing deeply and watching Donna. Her hair was wet and hanging in her eyes, giving her a wild gypsy look as she rolled over on her stomach and curled her legs, her buttocks fanning out behind her. She was looking at Anne.
Anne lay spread-eagled on her back, her arms above her head, her legs spread wide apart. She was magnificent to look at, naked and wanton with her big breasts lolling, her stomach flat and her Mound of Venus jutting up under her blonde pubic hair and her cunt glistening a long slit in the middle of her matted pubic hair.
Jim and Phil, watched while Anne watched Donna coil and crawl between Anne's legs, crawl up between her swooping thighs and let her tongue lick along the inside of one thigh.
Out on the ladder, Frank felt he would have to masturbate or pass out. Yet, something made him click off pictures again as Donna's cute, dark head turned to the other thigh and licked along the inside of it. She was on her elbows now, licking first up one thigh then the other, her head bobbing back and forth in a rhythmic motion. Anne groaned aloud as she looked down between her breasts and over her long flat stomach and saw Donna poised above her cunt.
The two men watched, feeling themselves being aroused again. Phil grinned a tight, hard, wolf-like grin. It was all going better than even he had anticipated. After this night was over, he had so much on the Coleman's that they would never be able to look him in the face again. Or say no to anything he wanted. And Donna, his wife, well ... he had always had a hunch about her. With him guiding her, she would do anything he desired. Phil felt his cock growing hard and erect with the power he had over Donna and the Colemans. He looked at Jim who was lying with his cock swelling in his hand, his face twisted with desire as he watched Donna Blocker go down on his wife with an open mouth. He looked at his wife as she threw her head back, mouth open, and moaned with delight as Donna let her hot, wet, little tongue dart in and out of her cunt. Jim watched as he saw his wife's big shapely hips pump lewdly and slow as she smiled and moaned her delight.
Both women seemed to take an orgiastic and exhibitionist delight in performing for the men. It was one thing to have the men inflict humiliation on them, quite another to degrade each other voluntarily. They bent to their lewd tasks with a feverish glee, lewd and wanton, writhing, licking, sucking. Anne spread her legs wide, bending her knees and allowed Donna to lick and suck at her cunt. Donna, her hands clutching Anne's buttocks, squirmed to her knees and scurried around to where Annie could reach her buttocks with her now grasping hands. She twisted around without ever taking her mouth away from Anne's hot swelling cunt. She felt Anne's hands on her legs, her thighs, her buttocks. She felt Anne caressing her, running her fingers up and down the length of her cunt, probing with her fingers into the hot, wet, pulpy interior of the cunt itself.
Frank watched outside with his mouth hanging open as he saw the Coleman woman urge the Blocker woman, pulling on her legs until the Blocker woman, small, intense, compact, swung one leg over and straddled the Coleman woman's head. The Coleman woman smiled up at Donna's cunt above her head and reached up, her arms encircling Donna's buttocks and pulled her cunt down onto her open, waiting mouth. Frank watched as Donna spread her petite body the length of Anne's, lying on top of her with her tight billowing buttocks pumping over Anne's face.
He saw Donna reach with her head, burying it between Anne's big thighs and saw her wet scarlet tongue lick at the deep cleft between her buttocks. The two women lay stretched out on the water bed, slowly rising and falling with the motion of the water, their hips pumping slowly and obscenely as their soft mouths sucked and their tongues darted and probed.
Their passion was now out of hand. Donna's hands hooked on the inside of Anne's thighs and pulled them further apart while her neck arched and her tongue flailed away at Anne's open, moist pussy. Anne's hands cupped Donna's buttocks and pulled them apart, exposing her asshole.
Phil Blocker was aroused again. His lips curled in a savage half-snarl, half-smile. He lunged at his wife and pulled her off Anne Coleman like she was a rag doll. Donna landed on her stomach on the water bed then rebounded up. "On your knees!" Phil commanded in a growl that Frank could hear outside. Donna obeyed instantly, on her knees with her arms out for support, her breasts jiggling and trembling.
Jim Coleman crawled across the big undulating bed and flopped on top of his wife with all his weight, causing her to blink and catch her breath. His thick throbbing cock found its way into her willing pussy and he began fucking her at once. They held one another and he felt her hips thrusting and pumping back up at him as he sawed in and out. They fucked with obvious delight only they weren't looking at one another, they were watching the Blockers and what Phil was doing to his wife in front of them.
Donna straddled him on the bed, her legs as wide as she could allow. Phil was running his fingers up and down the length of her exposed cunt, covering his fingers with their moistness and then rubbing that moistness into the deep tight crevice between her buttocks. Jim thought he understood what he was going to do and his cock gave a jerk in his wife's cunt. God, it was an exciting idea! This man, this Blocker, would stop at nothing!
Anne caught on at almost the same moment as she saw Donna crouched dutifully, like a dog, with her buttocks exposed and slightly arched, waiting, still, waiting for her husband to make the first move. Anne hissed in a breath and her fingernails dug into her husband's shoulders as she watched and imagined what was going to happen. He was going to do it, she thought, he was going to do it to his own wife! He was going to do it right in front of them! If he could do such a thing to his wife, he could do it to her!
The obscene thought exploded in her mind and raced, like molten lava, through her body. Her lovely legs wrapped themselves around Jim's waist and she locked her ankles on his back and fucked with all her might, never taking her eyes from the Blockers.
God, Anne thought, how I'd like to have him do that to me! Jim, Phil, anybody, how I'd like to have that done to me! She fucked her husband with her mouth open, her eyes glazed, as she watched Phil Blocker kneel behind his wife with his cock waving in the air like some prehistoric war club and his hands, his thumbs, brutally spreading her soft cushiony buttocks and exposing her tight anus! Anne fucked with all her might, not caring if she came or not. She thought that she wanted that done to her, that it was the final humiliation, the ultimate degradation, the apex of thrills! It would be like being a whore, a slut, for once in her life.
Both Jim and Anne were watching as Phil put the head of his prick on her anus and let go of her buttocks so that their softness closed around the glistening head and Donna murmured something and let her head sink down on the bed, her face turned toward them. A lascivious smile played on her lips and her eyes were unfocussed and turned inward. It was obvious she was going to enjoy this with that special kind of masochism that some women are subject to. She was going to enjoy her humiliation, hedonistically. She was enjoying the idea and loving the fact that someone was watching, someone was seeing her and her depravity.
Phil Blocker was grinning triumphantly as his hard masculine hands gripped his wife's hips and he positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock almost invisible, buried in the soft flesh between her buttocks. His hips gave a little twitch and Donna's eyes grew big and her mouth flew open. "Oh!"
Outside, Frank took his cock out of his pants. He simply didn't care if anyone came along and saw him. This was too much. They were crazy, inside that house, they were insane! They'd do anything, anything at all! The fact that they would do anything at all only excited him all the more. In fact, the fact that they would do anything at all gave him an idea for a wild scheme. Did he have the guts to carry it out? The answer was a wild yes! As he pulled on his cock and felt his own cum swirling and building like never before, he watched what was happening on the water bed.
Donna's expression had changed from one of bliss to fear, then horror. Phil was holding her in place with his strong grip and lunging with his pelvis at the same time. His blunt mushroom head spread her anus until she thought it was going to tear and split. "Phil!" she gasped.
The Colemans held each other tightly and fucked each other with savage thrusts, their teeth gritted, their smiles savage as they saw Donna's plight and helplessness. "Phil, for God's sake!"
Phil responded by bearing down even more.
"Phil, my God! It hurts! No, please!"
Jim, writhing on top of his wife, felt a thrill pass through him as he saw the imploring look on Donna Blocker's face and he felt a shudder pass through his wife's body. It wasn't a shudder of fear or dread so much as a dirty lustful shudder of obscene excitement. Jim had the feeling that, if it weren't that he had her pinned, if it weren't that he was fucking her at that moment, Anne would be there helping Phil fuck Donna in the ass.
"Phil! God, please, oh please stop! It hurts! Oh God, it hurts! Please, Phillllllll!"
Donna's face was contorted by pain and she fought for her breath and squeezed her eyes shut and screamed a silent scream as the huge mushroom head of her husband's cock plunged into her rectum with a soft wet plopping sound. The nether ring of her anus snapped shut around the shaft of his prick, making him as much a prisoner as intruder.
"Phil! Aaaaaaaggghhhhhhaaa!"
Donna's scream pierced through the night and would have been heard by anyone walking on the beach or the road. Frank slumped on the ladder, his iron-hard cock in his hand, his eyes half open and focussed. He was near cumming, near having a wet orgasm all over the ladder and the sand. The sight he was watching was too obscene, too pagan and animal and lascivious to deny.
Donna writhed in agony, pinned down, her face contorted beyond belief, her voice hoarse and low as she pleaded like a person bereft of sense. She was so desperate, she would do anything to stop the searing pain that caused her body to jerk and twitch with every movement of Phil and his cock that bulged obscenely between her split buttocks. "Phil, I can't do it, honest, I can't! Phil, please, I beg you!"
Phil's face grimaced with pain once his thick head shot into his wife's anus. It was almost too tight and too dry even for him. It hurt to move it and he thought of pulling it out. He hadn't even planned to do such a thing until he saw his wife and Anne Coleman eating each other and the sight had driven him to action. Now he looked down and to one side to where Coleman was fucking his wife. Jesus, he thought, that Coleman bitch is some fuck!
He took in her body under her husband, the delicate bulge and half-moon of her melon shaped breasts that were thrust and crushed against her husband's chest. Her thin waist and naked flaring hip and long legs wrapped around her husband's waist. He thrilled to the obscene way her hips pumped in and out, taking all of her husband's cock while looking at him with that expression on her face.
It was a look of sheer lasciviousness, complete animal depravity! She didn't look the same girl. Her expression was now one of brazen depravity and her eyes veiled as she looked at his cock splitting his wife's buttocks apart.
He moved the cock, shoving it in a little further, looking down to see the skin roll tight and shining in with it, her anal ring disappearing and hearing her scream in pain beneath him and her body tense and, above all, seeing the expression on Anne Coleman's face as she stared at his prick. Her mouth was open and her eyelids fluttered like they did when she was having an orgasm and a low moan of pure liquid animal delight came from her mouth.
Phil grinned down at them and saw the expression of lust and envy on Jim Coleman's face. He held his wife by the hips, his nails digging in, and withdrew slightly as she cowered and whimpered under him. The rectal skin stuck to the shaft of his cock, clinging as if it didn't want him to leave as it folded out. He pulled out all the way until the rubbery anal ring was about to slip over the club-like head then he slowly started thrusting in again.
Donna, her head to one side, her body dripping sweat, her breasts resting on the water bed and jiggling every time Phil thrust, begged for help, her eyes imploring the Colemans while her voice rasped to her husband.
"God! Jesus Christ! You're killing me! Stop! I'll do anything, anything you want, please!"
Phil Blocker gritted his teeth in wild pleasure. It did something to see his wife this way, to force her to bed, to force her with all her pride and wisecracks, to force her to grovel and beg in front of others. "Anything?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his eyes on the Colemans who were caressing one another and fucking slowly and obscenely as they both had their eyes on his prick and Donna's buttocks.
"Anything, anything you want. Please, I'll do anything!"
Wild ideas swept through his mind. He could have her making obscene promises in no time, he could have her obligated to all kinds of orgies.
He could make her beg. But, nothing he could do to her or have her to do to him and others could compare with the one thing she wanted to avoid, the one thing she was begging him not to do, the one thing she was truly afraid of, the one thing that made her lose her cool and beg for mercy. Nothing could be so crushing and humiliating as begging for mercy and being denied it.
Phil thrust home with a wild and savage laugh.
"AaaaaaGGGGGHHHH AAAaaaaa!"
The cry tore from her throat and she writhed in pain as Phil began a savage and brutal fucking with each thrust hurting him at first but growing easier with each massive plunge as the lubrication on the shaft of his cock slipped into her rectum and eased the way.
Jim and Anne clung to each other and watched, not even pretending to hide their lust. Jim's hands roughly kneaded his wife's breasts, brutally pinching the nipples into taut life while her hands swooped all over his body and cupped his tight hard buttocks as they watched.
Donna bucked, writhed and trembled under each blow, her voice hoarse and incoherent, her face a mask of pain as sweat poured over her body in tiny snaking rivulets. Dimly, she could see the Colemans fucking and watching her. She was passing out and they were watching and obviously enjoying her pain and humiliation. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life and she was passing out, unable to take any more.
Her body was losing strength as her back arched, her shoulders and head flat on the water bed, her breasts grazing back and forth as Phil fucked her with a brutal rhythm. Her body bucked and undulated and she felt her strength waning as she began to pass out. Her body relaxed of its own accord, her eyes showed white as the pain stabbed and seared through her body.
And, as she relaxed from fatigue and pain, a strange thing began to happen. As she relaxed, she felt the pain stab deep in her groin and mix with something as thick as honey, as hot as a steam bath: pleasure. The pain shattered through her body and, as she relaxed, she felt shards of pure crystal clear pleasure shoot through her. She opened her eyes and made a conscious effort of the will to relax and felt a pleasure that was sweet and piercing race through her.
Jim and Anne Coleman froze, holding on to each other, both their eyes leaving the obscene sight of Phil's big cock sawing in and out of Donna's anus to look at her face as each of them-and Phil, too-heard a new tone creep into her voice. An animal sound, a half-moan, half-growl, was in her voice. Her eyes were flashing and her face twisting in a new way as she relaxed her body even more and let her husband-do what he wished.
"She likes it!" Jim muttered into his wife's ear. Anne put her hot wet mouth to his ear and her soft wet tongue snaked out as she hissed, "She's loving it!"
It was true. Donna's expression changed with each mad thrust from Phil as her muscles relaxed and she felt his cock like a huge battering ram, slipping deeper and deeper into her rectum and a wild, loose, abandoned feeling coming over her. She mewled in delight and a brazen smile of pure obscene lust came over her face. She rotated her ass and thrust it up higher, arching her back even more as Phil began fucking her with all his might.
Her body was almost entirely relaxed and she bucked and writhed under him, her breasts leaping and jiggling free only to be crushed under her again. She moaned with pure delight and felt a lasciviousness come over her that tingled and delighted every nerve in her body. She felt she was going to cum, cum in a rage and torrent like never before. She felt she would cum and keep on in that cum all night.
Outside, Frank had his hand on his cock and couldn't stop himself any longer. He pulled back his sheath and came, shooting white hot sperm out over the house, actually ejaculating against the side of the house. He moaned out loud, as he started slipping from the ladder, his strength going as he gave in to his pent-up orgasm and shot his sperm out again and again. He was about to drop to the sand, losing sight of the scene in the bedroom when he saw something different happening and he held on to the rungs and watched with disbelieving eyes.
Phil was grabbing his wife around her incredibly small waist with his brawny arms and rocking her to one side. At first, Donna resisted, wincing in pain, a look of perplexed doubt on her face. Then, with a wanton grin, she knew, intuitively, what her husband wanted. She rocked with him and the Colemans watched as the two of them teetered for a moment then fell over on the water bed with Phil's cock still firmly embedded in his wife's ass.
They rocked for a moment, clinging together and waiting out the undulation and rocking of the water bed. It somehow made the scene all the more absorbing as the two of them clung together, side by side, in such an obscene pose.
Jim grinned maliciously, unable to resist an admiring snort and shake of the head. Anne shuddered again as she saw what was going to happen to Donna. Slowly, as they watched, holding their breath, Phil pulled Donna over on top of him, his cock still embedded in her asshole.
Donna lay on top of her husband with a deep moan coming from her. Slowly, she spread her legs, letting them fall off her husband's and spreading them wide over the bed. She lolled, naked, her breasts cupped in her hands, her nipples jutting, her stomach flat and her pelvic bones jutting. Her black pubic hair was slit by the swelling lips of her cunt and, between the apple-tight cheeks of her buttocks was the stump of Phil's big cock sunk into her rectum with the anal ring tight and twitching.
Jim pulled away from his wife, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat. He had to have her. He pulled away even though Anne fought with all her strength and he lunged across the bed with all his might and fell on top of Donna Blocker's compactly petite, naked body, his prick sinking into her gaping cunt with a wet obscene sound. He sawed in and out, crushing her body beneath him and felt the hard underside of Phil's cock in her rectum, separated from his by only a thin wall of tortured flesh.
Anne coiled next to the writhing threesome and watched as both men began fucking Donna, battering and bucking her body to and fro. Donna had no control over herself and she tried her best to relax as bolts of pure obscene pleasure racked through her body. She closed her eyes and wished that they would go on fucking her all night, that such insane hotwire pleasure as she was feeling at the moment would never end.
She didn't even notice Anne crouched next to her, watching everything, watching two men fuck her at the same time, watching with a wild look on her face, her hand pawing at her hot cunt, driving herself to greater frustration and want. More than anything in the world, she wanted both men to do it to her, she wanted them to do it while Donna watched!
Outside, Frank came again, thick hot sperm welling out of his prick and all over his hand and dripping down the ladder. With a moan, he slipped down the ladder and fell onto the sand which was cool and firm. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn't watch anymore. If he saw anything else, he would go mad, scream, yell, and smash the window and run into the room and attack the women, rape them, fuck them silly until they begged for him to stop. If the men got in his way, he would smash their faces in and go on fucking their wives.
No, he rubbed his eyes and slumped in the sand at the base of the ladder. No, he couldn't do something like that. But there was something he could do. Plenty. He had a plan. All he needed was the nerve to do it. He had everything else, he had all the pictures he needed. He looked up, toward the beach, toward the ocean. The sky was getting light. My God, he thought, I've been out here all night. They've been fucking all night! He looked toward the window with deep admiration.