Chapter 6
Karen came home for lunch the following day and nervously waited, but the Chief of Police did not show up. She took an extra half-hour, pacing the floor with rising anger. There was a new teller at the bank, a good-looking young stud she'd been eyeing all morning, and it irritated her that she'd passed up a chance for another conquest, another entry in her diary just to be stood up by that cold-eyed sonofabitch with the savage leather belt and gun.
She returned to work in a huff.
Her husband told his partner Al shortly after that that he was taking a couple hours off and returning to his apartment for some sleep, which he needed desperately. He'd screwed no less than four women the day before, beginning with the Chief of Police's stunningly sexy wife, moving on to the hot little nurse who took forever to come, her best friend-and unfortunate victim, as it turned out-the huge-breasted, hot-assed redhead, and finally ending up with his own frantic wife. It was Karen who'd really drained him dry with her fantastically juicy and insatiably greedy cunt.
Johnny did not tell his partner any of the details, since he wasn't a kiss-and-tell stud. He calculated that you never knew who might end up knowing about it, and it was conceivable that you could get your ass blown to smithereens if the wrong party found out. If his business partner, Al, ever found out, for instance, that Johnny had screwed his wife, Johnny would be in big trouble. Kissing and telling was a very bad habit, suitable only for bragging schoolboys, not for TV repairmen in small towns where practically everyone knew each other.
In his apartment, he fell asleep immediately. He woke at four-thirty, called Al to tell him to close the shop without him and he took a long shower, finishing with an ice-cold spray to completely wake up again.
What followed was one of those silly, unforeseen quirks of fate, that had changed so many destinies with such cheerful and devastating indifference. Naked in the bedroom, Johnny went to the dresser to get some clean shorts and socks.
He pulled open the wrong drawer.
Even that wouldn't have mattered, except for a hasty oversight on the part of his wife. He was about to shut the drawer again when he noticed a shiny red book, the corner peeking out from beneath some panties. Curiously, he took the thick book out. It was a five-year diary.
When she'd come home during her lunch hour, Karen had taken the diary out to leaf through it while she waited for the Chief, a pastime that always reassured her ego as she scanned the obscene details. Realizing she was late for work, she'd put it back hastily, leaving the corner in sight.
Now Johnny opened it with a grin. He knew he shouldn't snoop, but what the hell, Karen was so sweet and simple and honest, and-
"Holy fucking shit!" he whispered. His eyes began to bulge in stark disbelief as he started scanning entries. "Sonofabitch!" he shouted, his face turning crimson with rage.
He sank onto the edge of the bed and read intently for thirty solid minutes, his fingers shaking with fury. He read the last entry, the day before, again and again and again.
Then he slammed the diary shut and his lips were tight as he returned it to her dresser drawer. Still naked, he padded into the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator, his mind whirling in a daze. He lit a cigarette and sat at the kitchen table, thinking hard.
His sweet, simple, honest and adorable young wife was a fucking nymphomaniac. If he could believe just half the detailed entries in that diary, she'd screwed half of Northern California before she'd even met him. And now she was well on her way to the other half.
"You goddamn tramp!" he shouted, slamming his beer can down so violently on the table he slopped half of it around. After another beer he calmed down slightly.
The question was-what in the hell was he going to do about it? He should leave the insanely horny bitch at once, just pack his stuff and get out fast. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd miss her. Christ, she was such a terrific piece of ass. And beautiful. And sexy. And a great cook. And really sweet to him, in spite of her sex-craziness.
What the hell, when you got right down to it, that's what he married her for, her wild, fantastic pussy. And in all honesty, he had to admit that about the same time she was screwing the Chief of Police, he was screwing the Chief's wife. And if Karen was a nymphomaniac, the only difference between him and her-aside from their sex-was that she kept a written and damning record of it, while he didn't.
He recalled the last entry. She was going to try to get him into swapping, into sharing her pleasure. And she said she wanted to make it with a girl, too. That he'd love to see-it would turn him on like a blazing searchlight.
Still, he was shocked even though he realized he didn't really want to leave her. How long would it take him to find another sweet, gorgeous, madly hot and feverishly swinging blonde like Karen? He just couldn't let her off easy, dammit, even if he was hooked on her sexually.
She had to be punished, brutally punished for her crazy behavior. While Johnny had to admit she hadn't done anything he wasn't doing himself when it came to screwing wildly around, it was the idea of Karen putting on such an innocent, wholesome act that really infuriated him. All this time he'd thought she was practically a goddamn virgin, she was screwing half the town!
It was almost time for her to come home from work, he noticed. He still hadn't come to any final decision about leaving her, but he knew one thing with devastating certainty: She'd get a lesson she wouldn't forget for the rest of her life.
Johnny picked up the phone and dialed a number, feeling a rush of relief when a soft female voice answered. For ten minutes he spoke earnestly into the phone, hearing the voice on the other end express astonishment, then amusement, then excitement and eagerness.
"Eight o'clock sharp," he repeated, and hung up the phone. He hurried to dress before Karen got home.
There was going to be a hot time in the old town tonight, he thought furiously as he heard Karen enter the apartment. A very, hot, feverishly hot, maddeningly hot time.
The truth was, his sexy blonde wife had just too much damn talent to be a secretary, Johnny thought with a wave of admiration during dinner. She would have been an actress. Every day with him had been an Oscar-winning performance. She smiled, she laughed, she radiated shining innocence in her wide blue eyes, she even blushed occasionally when he made a vulgar remark.
You'd think the gorgeous bitch had just gotten out of a convent from watching her.
But it was obvious to Johnny she really was in love with him, in spite of her incredibly wanton sex life on the side. Some of the entries in her diary astounded him. Shortly before she'd met him, she screwed three guys in one night, all three, picked up in bars. She talked about a man's prick as if it were a piece of meat on sale in a supermarket. If there was any consolation, it was in the fact that he'd gotten the highest rating in the whole diary, an A plus-plus.
As soon as she cleared the dinner table, Karen leaned close to him and slithered her tongue in his ear. She was exceptionally hot tonight, frantically aroused as a result of missing sex during her lunch hour, thanks to that bastard the Chief of Police. Her panties had been soaked all afternoon. She stroked his cock through his pants with trembling fingers.
"Let's go to bed," she whispered urgently. "I'm so hot I could scream!"
She'd scream all right, he thought viciously, until she fainted. It was a tribute to her wild sexiness that even as angry as he was at her, he now had a fierce pulsating hardon.
"My tits are terrifically hot," she murmured, unzipping his fly and groping inside to his throbbing meat. "You know what I want, don't you, honey?"
Karen craved being fucked in her beautiful tits from time to time, lewdly rubbing the jism over her naked panting mounds and then lasciviously craning down to lick it off her breasts. Johnny glanced at his watch. Just enough time.
"Sure, baby, but there's just one thing. I want to try a little experiment. Let's strip, okay?"
Karen was naked in seconds, shivering with anticipation. In the bedroom, Johnny got out the short lengths of nylon cord he'd cut earlier.
"Lie on your back with your arms and legs spread out, baby, like a crucifixion. I'm going to tie you down."
"Far out!" she exclaimed, quickly obeying him. How could Johnny know this was what she secretly desired and fantasized? There were numerous references to it in her diary, but Karen had forgotten about the red ledger at the moment. After all, there was no reason to make an entry today.
There would be enough tonight, though, to fill up ten pages tomorrow.
She trembled with eager excitement as Johnny looped the cords around her wrists and ankles and tied them securely to the bed-frame. Naked, he stood back with hands on hips surveying her luscious hot curves, his long rod bristling.
"Hey, this feels great!" Karen grinned, straining at her bonds. She craved the feeling of helplessness it gave her, the sensation of total weakness, of being at the mercy and whim of another human being. "What made you decide to try this, Johnny?"
For a reply, he opened her dresser drawer, took out the red diary and held it up, his eyes blazing.
"This, you goddamn nympho," he snapped.
Karen's face turned a ghastly white. "Oh, Jesus," she whispered. Her throat felt dry and a sudden icy finger of fear probed at her seething loins. From the furious gleam in his eyes, this wasn't a game any longer. She struggled fiercely at her bonds for a minute, the shocking impact of her helplessness really striking her for the first time.
"Johnny, I-I don't know what to say, darling," she whispered with tears in her eyes. "I meant to tell you about it, honest, honey-what are you going to do to me?"
"First," he said in an icy voice, "I'm just gonna watch. It says in your diary that you want to make it with girls, right?"
"Yes," she confessed, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. "Just one time, to see what it's like, Johnny. Why?"
The doorbell rang. He left her, and Karen shivered with a strange blend of mad excitement and chilling fear as she heard female voices in the living room. What in the hell was going on!
He returned to the bedroom with two girls in tow. Karen's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She suddenly felt ridiculous tied down naked like this, but from the way the two women were staring at her, wild shivers of excitement raced through her tawny flesh, giving her goose-bumps.
"Ladies," Johnny said with heavy sarcasm and a sweeping gesture, "this is my wholesome, innocent wife, Karen. Karen, my sweet, this is Amy and Marge, two recent friends who are just dying to meet you."
"Oh, wow!" Marge exclaimed, "she's beautiful, Johnny!" The redhead felt a feverish excitement race through her blood as she drank in Karen's lush curves, absorbed the fact that this stunningly sexy blonde was utterly helpless. She desperately wanted to be the first to rape her, but Amy had the spiked dildo, dammit!
"She's lovely," the petite nurse said, her eyes smoldering on Karen's dusky-nippled tits and sleek thighs. Amy had never wanted to go down on a girl's pussy-until now. The blonde was so damned sexy and luscious, so gorgeously curved Amy knew she had to dig her mouth to that lovely pink pussy just to see what it tasted like.
She'd been startled when Johnny called her up earlier that day and told her he wanted to teach his wife a lesson, promising her he'd shack up with her and Marge for a solid week if she and the redhead would help him. He wanted Amy and Marge to tease her to the point of sheer madness, do everything they could think of to arouse her to a frenzy and then savagely rape her with the giant dildo. The same way Amy had ravaged the big redhead.
"Give her a lesson she'll never forget," Johnny had told the excited nurse. "And, baby, I'll give you and Marge a few nights you'll never forget!"
"What-what are you going to do to me?" Karen whispered to the woman. She didn't like the way they were gaping at her, especially the big-breasted redhead, who seemed absolutely fascinated by her naked flesh as if she'd love to maul every inch with her hot lips and white teeth.
"We're going to play games, darling," Amy said, beginning to undress. Marge quickly followed suit. Fierce, breathless excitement mingled with Karen's panic as her eyes went from the small soft curves of Amy's tits and cute ass to Marge's enormous mounds and generous buttocks.
The helpless blonde looked pleadingly at her husband, but his eyes were grim in spite of his colossal, throbbing prick. It wasn't the idea of having him teach her a lesson for her wild playing around behind his back that humiliated her. Karen would be the first to admit she deserved it. But he'd brought in two of his girlfriends to do it for him!
And they were damned sexy, too, she realized with unashamed lust.
Now Karen's eyes grew huge with fear as Amy opened a large paper sack she'd brought with her, and removed a gigantic artificial prick. Karen stared at it with awe and terror. There were dozens of tiny spike-like mounds covering its thick, curved length and it had a harness attached to it.
"Good God, you can't seriously think of putting that thing in me!" she sobbed. "You'll rip me in two!"
The nurse smiled at her lasciviously as she strapped the harness on. "Honey, you're looking at pure paradise! Or hell," she added with a sly grin, "depending on how I use it."
"Just lemme suck on her tits for a minute, please, Amy?" begged Marge anxiously. "Just a quick suck?"
"Okay," the smaller woman said. "Work her up good, Marge."
Amy grasped Johnny's enormous rod as they both watched the redhead eagerly climb on top of the sobbing blonde. The nurse began stroking Johnny's cock in her hot fist, her gleaming eyes never leaving the naked women on the bed.
"Oooooh, they're beautiful!" whispered Marge, clutching one of Karen's silky round tits in her greedy fingers. She started sucking lustfully on the nipple, all the while writhing her hotly sucking cunt to Karen's steaming crotch.
And in spite of her terror of the massive dildo, the bound blonde whimpered with furiously rising excitement. Her nipple tingled madly from the redhead's lusty mouth and the feel of her boiling pussy grinding to her throbbing slit created an intensely delicious and obscene friction.
"Aaaaaaah!" Karen moaned, wishing her hands were free to grab the redhead's huge sexy ass. "Oh, that's exciting, Marge! Yesssss, mmmmm! I'm getting HOT! Please, eat me, honey, go down on me!"
Her own tits panting feverishly, Marge looked over at Amy. "Can I, Amy, please? Can I eat her pussy?"
"No," Amy said angrily. "You greedy bitch, you never offered to go down on my pussy! But I'll tell you what you can do, Marge," she added with cunning. "You can kiss and lick every inch of her gorgeous body except her pussy. I'll help you, too."
A grin of satisfaction crossed Johnny's face as the nurse, the immense red cock looming obscenely out from her thighs, went over to the bed to join Marge. He'd had a hunch that if anyone could drive Karen crazy with diabolical teasing, it would be the small blonde with the turned-up nose and deceptively cute smile. As a slow comer, she would be frustrated, and she just had to have a malicious streak boiling inside her for that reason.
Panting with eager delight, Marge slid down over Karen's ripe naked flesh and showered kisses on her soft belly, then began lapping around her inner thighs, sparking urgent moans from Karen.
Meanwhile Amy was now sucking on Karen's lush tits, with hotter and greedier lips than the redhead. She'd seen a lot of naked girls in her nursing career, but this tanned, sensuously curved knockout was the first one that had ever really turned her on, made Amy want to devour her silken pink cunt in a frenzy of hunger.
"Oh, God," Karen moaned, trembling violently from the teasing kisses of both women on her tits and thighs. "Oh, please, don't torture me like this-eat me, I beg you, I'm going crazy like this, girls! Be good to me, and I'll do it for you, too-I'll eat you both, I swear!"
The idea so aroused the redhead she sneaked in a teasing lap on Karen's tender pussy-lips, thrilled at the fragrant taste. She would have dug her lips and tongue into that juicy crack with howls of passion if it hadn't been for her fear of Amy. Ever since the nurse had raped her agonized asshole the night before, Marge knew she could be a holy terror. She had to content herself with lascivious laps and kisses of Karen's hot inner thighs and belly, nibbling on the golden flesh with panting lust.
Karen was in pure torment now as Amy and Marge both worked her up into a frenzy of desire. Amy was French-kissing her now, ramming her tongue deep into the blonde's burning mouth while her fingers endlessly stroked and loved Karen's swollen tits. But it was Marge who was driving her to the brink of madness, every few seconds lavishing a furtive hot suck on her aching cunt-lips, a teasing thrill that brought cries of desperation from Karen's throat.
A huge drop of cream oozed out of Johnny's dick as he watched the obscene exhibition in fascination. It was tremendously exciting to see the three naked girls huddled together on his bed, Amy lewdly kissing and playing with his wife's tits while Marge stroked Karen's long silken legs in her hands and tongued her thighs with wanton eagerness. Johnny was fiercely tempted to ram the redhead's huge, creamy ass while she was immersed in Karen's crotch, but he didn't want anything to interfere with this lesson.
Amy was trembling with mad excitement now, from the feel of Karen's sultry mouth beneath hers and the lush curves of her heaving tits in her fingers.
"Time," she told Marge. "Move your big ass, honey."
Reluctantly the redhead made room for Amy on the bed, climbing up beside Karen as the nurse hunched down between the blonde's sleek, tanned thighs. She just had to eat her before she raped her or she wouldn't be able to sleep nights wondering if Karen tasted as delicious as she looked.
"Don't let her come!" Johnny warned Amy. "She'll come right away if you suck her off! She's hotter than hell."
"Not the way I'm gonna do it," Amy told him contemptuously. She clutched Karen's ripe naked ass in her fingers and hoisted it off the bed, licking her lips. "Believe it or not, my mouth is a cherry," she told Karen, grinning. "I've never done this before."
"Yesssss," Karen hissed her eyes blazing. "Eat it, honey, oh, God, suck it fast, before I explode!"
Marge and Johnny watched avidly as Amy darted out her tongue and began teasing Karen's slippery cunt-lips with slow, tantalizing strokes. With each upward lap of her tongue, Karen's bound body shuddered and rose as if magnetized, her pussy sucking fiercely at the teasing fire.
"Unnnnnngh, Amy, please! Oh, Jesus, you're driving me insane! Eat it, I'll do anything, anything!"
Marge whispered slyly in Karen's ear. "If you suck me off, Karen, I'll do it to you later, I promise! For a whole hour, okay, beautiful?"
Frantically, Karen nodded. She was so deliriously aroused she would have gone down on an army of fat-breasted, big-assed girls like Marge if they marched into the room right now. Marge clambered up at the head of the bed with her back to the headboard. Her eyes sparkling with eagerness she folded a knee on each side of Karen's ribs and loomed her ripe ass over the nympho's face.
Slowly, she lowered her dripping red-haired pussy onto the blonde's waiting mouth.
And then screamed with wild joy as Karen stung deep into her pulsing cunt with her long tongue.
"Oooooo!" Marge wailed feverishly. "Eeeeee! Oh, Karen! Oh, honey, angel! Wheeeee! Mmmmmm! God, eat meeeee!"
Beneath her steaming, sucking pussy Karen was lashing into the succulent crack in a frenzy of naked lust. Her first taste of hot pussy had come when she was maddeningly aroused by Amy's teasing lips, and she sucked and kissed and snaked her tongue furiously at the squirming, gushing slit, unable to get enough of the juicy wet heat in her mouth.
Suddenly the nurse was starting to suck her inflamed pussy in frantic laps and Karen's screams of excitement were muffled by Marge's writhing cunt and fleshy thighs.
For a moment Johnny was tempted to stop the nurse. She was digging into Karen's crotch like a wild animal, her head bobbing feverishly in time to her stroking tongue. But he had a hunch Amy knew what she was doing.
And he was right.
The blonde nurse was on the point of being carried away by the juicy, utterly delicious fire of Karen's sweet pussy, by the silken wriggling flesh that oozed honey into her mouth like a golden fountain of sex. But as Johnny's wife shuddered and thrashed her cunt to Amy's mouth, the nurse remembered the bargain. And she knew she could always eat Karen out later on, when this harsh lesson was over, that the stunning nympho would be perpetually hot and available for sex.
And her hung husband was practically the only man that had stayed with Amy long enough to make her come. He'd promised her a solid week of strenuous screwing if she kept her part of the bargain.
So the moment Amy sensed that Karen was about to have a shattering orgasm-she could feel the electric excitement in the blonde's fiery slit like shock-waves starting to roll-Amy quickly pulled her mouth away.
Karen issued a high muffled scream of protest while Marge fucked her mouth with loud groans of obscene happiness, squirming her dripping pussy lewdly over Karen's helpless mouth, crushing her exploding slit in savage lunges on her smeared face.
Trembling feverishly in her torment, Karen could only strain at her bonds and continue to vent her delirious passion on the redhead's boiling crotch, which was threatening to suffocate her now, raping her mouth with raw lust.
Johnny let out a sigh of relief the moment Amy released Karen's frantically jerking pussy. The nurse was mouthing his wife now, and it was all the more obscene "because Marge continued to ride Karen's trapped mouth. Johnny realized with a rush of hot excitement that he was going to witness the bizarre spectacle of having his beautiful young wife raped in both her mouth and her cunt at the same time by two madly aroused, swinging girls.
Amy had to hunch her head down a little to make room for Marge's thrashing pussy, but she loved to suck on ripe tits when she used the monstrous dildo anyway-especially Karen's lush mounds. She switched the huge dick on and placed the head of the crimson cock against Karen's soaked slit.
She slid it in slowly, and Karen's body arched sharply and a deep scream filled the bedroom. It was a scream of intense excitement, Johnny knew, but he also knew that would turn to agony soon enough. Amy had gone into explicit detail about how the spiked dildo worked on the phone.
"It can drive you crazy with happiness," she'd told him earlier, "but it can also drive you nuts, period. Because once you start coming, if that red voltage button is held down for more than thirty seconds, believe me you'll need a straightjacket! You can't stop coming, see, and your pussy runs wild trying to escape the thrills. If you don't pass out, you're ready for the funny farm!"
And Amy had given Johnny her solemn assurance that once she got through with Karen's hot pussy, she'd plunge it into her tender asshole with all the strength she could summon. He'd seen what she did to Marge last night and he knew the petite nurse was capable of almost anything when it came to sex. He'd also seen how frightened Marge was of Amy tonight.
The lesson was beginning.
As Amy worked the giant cock deeper into Karen's feverishly sucking cunt, the blonde nympho began trembling with violence and unbearable excitement. The dildo was the biggest mass she'd ever had rammed up her pussy and the tiny spikes were sending insanely lustful jolts through her silken flesh, thrills that rocked and quivered every nerve in her naked body.
And as delicious and lewdly exciting as the redhead's cunt was slamming to her mouth, Karen wanted to concentrate every fiber of her being on the incredible, shocking sensations in her gorged slit. She knew how to get Marge off. She seized a hunk of soft thigh in her teeth and bit savagely.
Marge let out a horrified scream and quickly scrambled off the crazed blonde.
Gazing down at her rapist with wild eyes, Karen hissed, "Yes! Oh, Amy, fuck me, honey! Oooooo, it's unbelievable! Oh, shit, I can't stand it! Oh, baby, darling, angel, lover, aaaagh! Ungh? Unfff? Wha-what are you eeeeee! EEEEEE!"
Amy had suddenly pressed the voltage button and a series of breathtaking explosions shattered Karen's madly clasping cunt. The blonde tugged insanely at her bonds and her ass rose high off the mattress and shuddered with intense shock as the current continued jolting for thirty full seconds, forty, fifty--Karen fainted.
Quickly, Amy released the button but she kept fucking the helpless blonde with deep, powerful strokes. She was unbearably hot herself now, aroused to a nerve-racking pitch by the feel of Karen's ripe burning flesh beneath her, the delicious taste of her satiny tits in her mouth.
Karen came to, whimpering in a daze. The electrifying jolts were gone and now there was the steady, humming prick ramming in and out of her tight pussy to tear through her raw nerves and make her come in profound, unbearable spasms.
The nympho's lips moved soundlessly, praying. All her life, practically ever since she could remember, all she'd ever yearned for was a huge thrilling cock shoved up her aching vagina, pumping relentlessly away so she'd never stop climaxing.
Now that she had her wish, she prayed for it to go away before she lost her mind. Through the tears stinging her eyes she looked over at her husband and saw with a shock that the redhead was now on her knees before him, lustfully licking his crimson rod as if it were a delicious lollipop. But Johnny was gazing back at her, his eyes gleaming with vengeance as the redhead eagerly sucked on his erection.
You asked for it, honey, and you've got it-his eyes told her.
"Help me!" she cried. "Johnny, make her stop!"
His response shocked her even more. He gently pushed Marge away from his hardon-she tried to cling to it feverishly as if she were a starving dog and this was the last bone in the world-and came over to the bed.
"Harder!" he told Amy. "Fuck her with every inch of it, Amy."
Sweat covered the petite rapist's body now and Johnny could see she was beginning to flag. He decided to inspire her. His long cock shining with Marge's saliva, Johnny mounted Amy from behind, sliding his prick deep into her juicy slit.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped, coming quickly to life. "Oooh, fuck it, Johnny, fast and hard, stud! Ram it home!"
To Karen's horror, each time her husband lung-ed his huge rod forward into Amy's hot dripping cunt, the nurse plunged into her pussy that much more savagely, gorging Karen to the point of sheer madness.
And again in her wild excitement, Amy pressed the red button for more than a full minute and again Karen passed out from shock and unwanted, violent thrills.
Kneeling between both girls' legs, with his massive rod impaling Amy's sucking slit while she raped Karen mercilessly, Johnny's excitement was intensely hot. There were three naked and feverishly horny girls in the room, and he had yet to get his rocks off!
But it was the sight of the petite blonde sucking on his sexy wife's luscious tits and brutally fucking her that really turned the rugged TV repairman on. He'd never seen two women make it before and it sparked a wild new lust in his loins, especially since one of them was his own passionate wife. Karen's lesson was far from over, but Johnny knew he wasn't going to leave her now. Hell, why should he? She was his ticket to a new world of wanton sex, a whole new avenue of adventure.
With her stunning looks, swapping would be a cinch, but triangles intrigued him even more. It was obvious Karen was more than eager to swing with other girls since watching her devour the redhead with frenzied moans and sucks, and the possibilities a three-way presented were almost unlimited.
Karen was coming to again with soft whimpers, her mind numb with raw violent sex. "No more," she begged helplessly to Amy. "Oh, God, no more, Amy! I can't stannnd it!"
"Shove it up her ass, now," Johnny told the nurse viciously as he pumped deep inside her hotly sucking pussy. "Now!"
Even if Amy had wanted to show the gorgeous nympho mercy, her own pleasure depended completely on Johnny's massive cock cramming her slit, so she was quick to obey. She withdrew the humming monster and guided it against Karen's tiny anus.
Instantly Karen froze in terror. She shut her eyes tightly and held her brath, silently praying no, no, no!
The pain was so furious and blazing she couldn't even summon a scream.
The huge cock ripped deep into her tender asshole, boiling, tearing, shattering, ravaging in a gigantic thrust of Amy's hips.
And then, adding the final insult to injury. Amy pressed the red voltage button. For ten seconds Karen's ripe naked flesh quivered like a frail leaf in a thunderstorm, and a thousand stars exploded in her mind and tortured asshole. And then, mercifully, she lost all sensation as she plunged into unconsciousness.
Still Amy continued to pump ruthlessly in Karen's narrow tunnel, her own cunt starting to spasm with bliss from Johnny's immense stroking rod.
"Shoot your rocks in me now!" she gasped, squeezing Karen's hot tits in her lewd fingers as she raped her helpless ass. "Gimme your jism now, Johnny!"
But by now Johnny had found his second wind and he knew he could have stayed hard for hours if it weren't for a strange, delicious teasing sensation on his swollen balls.
Seething with frustration at being left out of the torrid action, Marge could only watch with lust and envy, her own fingers dipping down to her madly throbbing pussy. When she was unable to endure being left out any more, she crawled up on the bed, hunched between three sets of thighs. By craning her head far forward, she could suck and-lick at Johnny's hairy balls while she masturbated herself, and it was this peculiar thrill that enabled Johnny to climax.
While Karen stirred to her fierce agony and tried to pass out again, Johnny began shooting his boiling cream into Amy's shuddering slit and now all three of them-Johnny and Amy and Marge-came simultaneously, in a din of gasps and moans, and a mass of sweating naked flesh.
After that, Johnny generously decided his wife had had enough of the harsh, unforgettable lesson, and Amy withdrew the spiked cock. But neither Marge nor Amy had had enough of Karen's luscious, helplessly bound body.
Johnny watched silently as they sucked her off ravenously in turn, experimenting with various combinations. Marge went down on Amy while she devoured the dazed and sobbing nympho, and then Amy lapped at Marge's seething pussy while she orally raped Karen.
Finally Johnny rewarded both girls for their efforts by screwing each one in turn, while Karen looked on in a fever of numb shock. Then they untied the trembling blonde and after some cheerfull-and hollow-apologies to Karen, the girls left.
Johnny watched his wife crawl on all fours up to where he stood. She stared up at him with glazed eyes. Then she collapsed on the floor, clinging to his legs.
"Never," she whispered faintly. "Johnny, I swear I'll never, never, never screw anyone again without your permission, honey!" She sniffled, every silken inch of her lush body shivering with exhaustion and torment.
"What's my name?" Johnny said in a hard voice.
She stared up at him with tears in her eyes. She was about to say Johnny when she understood.
"Master," she whispered. "You're my master."
"Remember that always," he said ominously. Then he decided she'd had enough. He lifted her and carried her to the shower, where he soaped her tanned, satiny flesh down while she stood humbly, almost too weak to move. Both her pussy and her tender asshole felt like a mass of raw chopped hamburger. When he turned the faucet to an icy spray, she yelped, but after a minute she revived and felt almost alive again.
Refreshed, Karen toweled him dry, reverently kissing his cock and balls, feeling deliciously like a sex-slave. In bed, she turned to him.
"May I go down on you?" she whispered. "Master?"
Christ, Johnny thought with astonishment, after what she'd been through, enough to cure any sex-fiend of the mere thought of sex for at least six months, she was ready to swing again!
"That's my wife," Johnny said dryly. "Sure, go ahead, Karen."
She crawled down between his legs and began to lick and kiss his rod with her fiery lips and tongue. There was a different quality to her lust now, Johnny noticed. She'd always been a hot feverish animal at this, a moaning wildcat. Only now there was a humble desire to please, a note of worship in her greedy sucks and kisses. He'd found the difference-she was still a wildcat, but now she was finally tamed....