Chapter 6
He hit the hot pavement and rode away from her.
She watched, clutched with grief as he faded into the glowing sunset down the concrete highway.
Randy rubbed her sore butt and limped over to where Fox was sitting astride his motorcycle, cap and visor pulled down over his eyes, preparing to make a departure.
"It's been fun, kid," he said, waving to her gallantly.
She waved back and wiggled up to him for one last kiss. He leaned down, bussed her lightly and planted a hard hand down on her ass cheeks.
She recoiled in pain and bit his lip.
"Fucking little biker chick, you are," he said, grinning and rubbing the place where the blood spurted.
Randy rubbed her swollen butt cheeks again and knew she wouldn't be able to forget while bending or kneeling.
In fact, every time she breathed she would catch a little reminder of the big brute and his wicked, hard hand.
His deliciously wicked hard hand. That mother fucker had made her come with the force of Niagara. She would be hot between her legs for days just thinking about what happened out on that highway today.
Lisa fought a little tear that rolled down her cheek. Parting was so sentimental. That Loner, ugly big lug that he was had been so sweet. The taste of his sour beer and cigarette breath lingered in her mouth. The smell of his sweaty hands and head came back to her in a rush whenever she thought of him. And that scrambled up cock stick of his! Wow! She could feel it scraping against the roof of her mouth and up against her molars at the slightest recollection.
"Golly," Lisa said to her sister as she limped along side her, "Bikers! Sis, we actually hooked up with a bunch of bikers. Johnny Evans, eat your heart out."
Randy shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't still quite believe that it had happened like it had. Nothing quite this exciting had ever gone down with them.
There had been plenty of boys after them, and they had gone after some of the better bargains, but nothing as exciting as these two butch-looking studs.
Christ, one of them had even pierced his nose!
"What if I get pregnant?" Randy said suddenly staring up in horror at her sister.
"Well," her sister said, reaching down and picking a twig out of their path, "Mom would still have you beat by two years."
Randy gave her sister a frown. She didn't much like having her mention that she had been conceived before their parents were married, when her mother was only twelve years old.
Not that it wasn't fun having a mother so close to your own age. It was. And such a pretty mother at that! But she just didn't like being reminded that her birth was the reason her father married her mother in the first place.
Sure, they got along. But she had always been really possessive as far as their Dad was concerned.
These and other thoughts danced in their brains as they hobbled back to the upper reaches of the park grounds.
Again, swings and slides and sounds of children greeted their ears. It was as if the two of them, like Alice, had stepped down a white rabbit hole and found that biker's turf. And now, the dream having come to an end, they emerged back up out of the hole, into the rational world.
They sat down in two of the empty swings a moment and reviewed the events of the afternoon. It had been one jam-packed couple of hours.
"Do you think Mom would mind if she found out about this?" Lisa said, answering her own question with her wavering voice.
"Are you kidding?" her sister said, throwing her head back and laughing rudely. "She'd have us thrown down the cellar until we were eighteen."
"Spoiled fucking sport," Lisa said, dragging her feet along the ground as the swing she went up in came back to the ground.
"She is a little funny," Randy said, trying not to sit down too hard on the seat. "I mean about Dad."
"Yeah," Lisa said. Her mom was funny about their Dad. She had certain rules that had to be obeyed.
For example, the girls could never wear their underwear in his presence. They always had to be completely dressed. And they couldn't be seen around him in their nighties. They always had to have a robe on over it.
Then, too, there was the rule that they couldn't go into the bathroom when Dad was in there. Not even for something vital, like a jar of hand cream.
"I guess we can't forget one thing," Lisa said, with her impeccable logic, "Dad was attracted to younger girls. I mean, he married Mom."
"He married her cuz she was.. . "
Randy's voice fell off and she let the swing flop freely from one side of the little dirt mound at her feet to the other.
"You suppose she's afraid we'll steal Dad away from her?" she said suddenly.
"Wow!" Lisa thought, shaking her curls back into place and staring at her sister intently. "I never thought of that."
Their father was a handsome man, an avid sportsman, a really good guy. All the way around. But they never thought of him as hot, exactly.
"I don't know that I'd want him," Lisa said back to her sister, feeling that her thinking had gotten pretty fogged up as of late.
"I don't either," Randy shot back, "I mean, he's cute, but what the hell. There are lots of cute guys around."
"You said it," Lisa replied, standing up and twirling the chains on either side of the swing around and then letting them go so that they snapped back into position.
"What time is it?" Randy said, trying to revitalize herself enough to get up and get out of that park. She was sure it was after two hours already. It had to be. All things considered.
There had just been too much gone down in the last couple of hours for her to keep track of the time, though.
"Five-thirty," a voice said as they looked up to see a friendly-looking man swinging his child in a swing.
"Wow!" Lisa said in disbelief, "that's perfect. We'll only be a few minutes late."
They two of them scrambled to their feet and headed out of the park.. They looked around uncertainly for a minute or two until they were sure which way the Hills house was.
"That way," Randy said finally, pointing to a familiar-looking house on the corner. "It's right over that hill."
The couples in the Hills guest room hadn't noticed the time. Paula's butt had begun to bleed profusely from the delicious red welts that streaked across her butt.
Boyd had crawled on top of Hope's ample big bosom and slapped her across the face several times to get her hot and even wetter than she already was before he mounted her.
His cock was ramming hard by the time her moans floated up to the rafters, telling everyone in the room that she was dying for it, absolutely dying for it.
"Somebody fuck me right now," she cried as she felt the monster pincer claws of the metal clothes pins dig into her nipple flesh.
"Beg me for it, Baby," Boyd said, slapping her face again.
"Please!" Hope cried, feeling her cunt burst into flames of red, hot passion.
Paula, too, had begun to feel like she had earned a thick, juicy cock.
"Come on," she cried joining her friend in her plea, "somebody do the same thing for me. I'm fucking sure am ready."
Doug Hills peeled his pants off his body, taking care not to damage his rock hard cock as he did. This would be the first time he had ever balled another man's wife. At least in his wife's presence. And the way he felt right now, he would plow that succulent little Paula Dexter for twenty minutes, half an hour maybe, then replace Boyd and crawl on top of his own gorgeous Hope for another twenty minutes to a half hour.
The tip of his cock ached to have a woman's cunt lips wrapped around it. He grabbed a huge pillow and stuffed it under Paula's upturned buttocks. Those rosy, running red deliriously yummy honey mounds. How he longed to stick his schlong up there in between them, find himself a hole and.....plug the bitch 'til she bled some more.
His prick head unfurled out the slit of his jockey shorts and he stood a moment at Paula's head. Well, it was just too tempting not to.
"Suck that cock, Bitch," he said, thrusting his thick tip up between her protesting lips.
She jerked her head around like a mad woman trying not to allow him entry. But, there was only so much thrashing around she could do. He clearly had the upper hand. And the larger cock. He stuck it between her hot, drooling lips and felt the hard row of her teeth press against the prick slit.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Hope said deliriously.
If Boyd hadn't known better, he would have sworn she had been taken with a bout of fear.
He hopped up on her stomach and framed his dick with his hands for her to see. Hope's eyes popped out at the thrilling prospect of getting such a fat, long hot and ready cock thrust up her.
Wanting to make it just a little harder, Boyd teased the end of his prick by wrapping his hand around the shaft and gliding the thumb and the side of his fore finger up and down over the cock head, producing slick, furious sounds of pre-cum juice rubbing against smooth, sleek skin.
Hope was going out of her mind being teased like this. To satisfy her a moment, he stuck the dick up into her face, but too far for her to wrap her eager, hot lips around it.
Instead, she was made to suffer even further by being forced to stick her tongue out and lap at the hard, smooth juiced up head.
She stuck her tongue out and flicked it furiously over the man's round prick tip. It was a new sensation to her. Another man's cock! And such a prize beauty it was. She wanted him to ram it down her throat and choke her with it.
"Here," the blunt-voiced man said, assailing her eager pink mouth with his bullet-tipped cock. "Suck on this for a while."
Hope could barely catch her breath long enough to open her mouth and take it down her dehydrated throat. Her whole body ached and screamed with rushes of white, searing pain. But it was clearly a double-edged pain.
On one side was the brutal, punishing force of the metal closed in around her flesh pockets. But on the other side, the flip side, there was the smooth, even heat of a terrific erotic rush.
Try as she might to stay planted in the real world, her brain and body kept soaring off into another one. That flip side world, where her pain became ecstasy.
She sucked on the pumping cock rod as hard as she could, eventually juicing up her own mouth which had felt parched and raw from lack of moisture. The pain had done that to her.
But now, the delicious comey honey from the man's cock slit was filling her mouth with aromatic semen. It had the additional benefit of causing her to salivate, easing the way for the man's cock to push hard in and out of her mouth.
"Suck that cock, you feather-brained Bitch!" her aggressor shouted hotly, sitting astride her face and holding his dick in his hand so that he could shove it into her with the greatest amount of leverage.
She felt the stiff column assault her mouth and cause her pussy to put up one hell of a tingle.
She thumped her hot hips down onto the bed as hard as she could, considering how trussed up she was at the moment.
And she eyed the action on the lounge as best she could. It was a heady sight.
Her own gorgeous hunk of a husband, the man she had been true to for nearly half her adult life was standing at the head of the tied down girl and thrusting his big pecker between her resistant lips.
Her cries mingled with Hope's as he continued to softly bruise those high round cheek mounds she could not help presenting to him.
"Swallow my cock whole, Cunt!" Doug said, taking up the same tone of voice that Boyd had been using on his own wife. It felt good to be the master, good to be in the driver's seat.
Not that Hope hadn't given him rein. She had always done pretty much what he wanted, tried to please him. But her imagination in the boudoir had lacked something. So had his. Until they met the Dexters. And now, this afternoon, things had progressed to a peak of arousal that even he found difficult to accept.
He certainly didn't find it difficult for his cock to be accepted by Paula's delicious little pink sucking hole of a mouth.
Christ that woman could suck!
"Take that Bitch!" he said, flailing his belt across her butt mound again. She seemed to take his cock a little more seriously each time he swiped her.
Paula Dexter loved the feel of new, fresh meat in her mouth. And this meat loaf was something special. Not as thick as her husband's monster schlong, but longer and redder. Meaner looking all the way around. And that thick hot blunt tip of his, nothing to sneeze about. It really felt good plunging down into her mouth ring. She hoped it wouldn't be too much longer before he climbed up and battered her cunt good.
The action on the guest bed was heating up to a frazzle. Boyd was pulling his giant pecker wood log out of Hope's hot hole of a mouth now and the long thing shone hot and glistening for anyone who would look at it. Hope had the best view.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried to the little assemblage. "I wish you'd hurry up. I'm about to burst!"
The man still took his time wiggling down, down across her flat torso filled with red abrasions. He was well aware how slow and cunning he was being. And he knew that would have the effect of heating the woman up to a lather.
As he inched toward her honey pot, letting his rock hard cock drag along, he managed to stick it hard into a few of the red and blossoming welts across her tummy.
Hope felt the pain split her head with beams of laser-light. The sensation was mind-boggling. Mind-boggling and cunt-boggling.
"All right," Boyd said, at last near the end of his journey from her mouth to the Y at her legs, "now you're gonna get it."
Hope hoped she would. She thrust her pussy up toward his face as best she could hemmed in as she was on all four sides by that punishing nylon cord. It bit into the flesh of her wrists and ankles, increasing the load of pain on her already overloaded circuits.
The massive man pressed his steel hard erection down onto her pubic mound.
Hope gasped as she felt it pierce the veil of her pussy lips. It entered her hot pink quaking gash and thundered up inside her cunt hole.
Christ, that thing is filling my gas tank, the woman thought. Good thing I don't have to breath out of it, I couldn't if I wanted to. Boyd chugged his cock engine hard up into the dark, wet velvety tunnel of Hope's cunt. He felt it glance off the walls of her delicious insides, guiding him along the inevitable path of her cunt channel.
"Oh, God," came a moan from the bed.
Paula was jerking her hips around hard, in the throes of a particularly mind-bending climax. Boyd looked over at his wife and smiled to himself. This would be the first in a long chain of many. He had seen her in action before. The hot little cunt could lay the Yugoslavian infantry and still be begging for more.
Good thing he knew how to handle her. The same way he had always handled her, right from the first day. Beat the living pulp out of her and then make her take his cock load up to her neck. That would cure whatever ailed her. Well, it had always worked well for him.
He plugged savagely at the trussed-up woman's thick blonde curly cunt. It responded admirably under fire, pulsating and pushing his throbbing dick up higher and higher toward the seat of her desire.
"Take that!" he said, reaching up and slapping her face for good measure. It didn't pay to be too gentle with these girls. Especially now that Hope expected him to slap her around. She was aroused to a fever pitch and her cunt felt it.
In fact, it felt like the third wrung of a ladder to Hades. The pit of some monster inferno searing his cock rod.
Doug Hills pushed his cock deep, deep into Paula's pussy slit. The pink lips around it crowded in on his member, until he pushed them back with his ever-advancing dick stick. He pulled her lips apart with his hands to allow deeper penetration.
She felt different than his wife. Her pussy was placed at a slightly different angle. And her cunt hair was more bristling. It poked at his balls that now slammed against her cunt bank. The sensation added to his own arousal as he continued to explore her inner regions.
His huge, long dick probed deeper and deeper into those profound depths where he had never ventured to go in another woman. But this felt marvelous, just fine.
"Oh, God," Paula had gone off again. And this time it was a series of nonstop screams.
A litany of moans, groans, yells, curses and heated asides. Boyd was used to her going off like this, shouting at the top of her lungs. Nobody minded, but then nobody noticed that her screams were covering another sound. A sound they should have been expecting, but were now too engulfed in the rages of sexual pleasure to listen for.
The sound was the sound of the doorbell.
And Randy and Lisa were pressing on it.
"Where the hell are they?" Lisa said after about five minutes. "You think they left?"
"Don't see how," Randy said, using all her rational thinking to keep composed, "their car's still here."
"Yeah," Lisa said, peering over at the sedan in the driveway.
"Let's go around to the back," Randy said authoritatively, "maybe they're in the kitchen."
"Don't see why they can't hear us, though," Lisa said as the two of them stepped off the front porch and headed around back.
Their ears were practically pulled off the sides of their heads as their mother's screams shattered the air.
"What the hell?" Randy shouted, jumping up and looking in the bedroom window to see what was going on.
"That's Mom!! ! ! ! " Lisa said, feeling the sting of terror course through her tiny frame.
"God, she's in trouble!" Randy said. "We've got to do something."
Without a moment's hesitation the older girl grabbed her sister by the arm and yanked her toward the back door. Not bothering to knock this time, the blonde girl opened the door as fast as her reflexes would permit.
She ran inside and bounded toward the room where the noises were coming from.
Lisa dogged her heels like a shadow.
Paula's screams had been joined by Hope's as the two women, locked in the throes of onrushing orgasms sought a vocal outlet.
Turning the corner as fast as her feet would carry her, Randy threw the door to the noise-filled room open and stopped in her tracks.
Her sister froze alongside her.
And for what seemed like forever, the two girls stood there staring into the room. Staring at the scene of sex and torture that filled their vision.