Chapter 8
Mark Temple reclined on the bed like a man in a trance. He reveled between the sensuous touch of fur below and the intensity of Elmira McKenzie's delightful ass writhings above.
He was a man addicted to pleasurable sensations as strongly as the parson had set himself against them. Mark was an evangelist of another sort-a disciple of earthly delights.
His gospel was that pleasure was its own reward. Not only had he turned a small fortune into a large one, but he had enjoyed doing it.
And never more so than now.
Elbe's sobs and mournful wails softened into moans of confusion. The piercing hot pains that fanned out from her ass mixed with waves of relief running back from the ends of her bound limbs.
Conflicting sensations clashed and then merged in her dazzled mind. Warmth flooded back to her fingers and toes as binding chains fell slack. The harsh contractions of her ass eased as well, then began to ripple the other way. She was welcoming in his huge prick, enjoying the marvelous tension and the sultry heat of lewd delight.
Mark's cock was in her ass to the hilt. She felt the kiss of leather on her ass cheeks from his bizarre costume. That was cool and strangely pleasant after the hot sting of the whip.
Sylvia watched the change in Ellie's responses. "I think she's ready for you now, Rod."
Elbe was arching her back, slowly lifting her ass and then lowering on Mark's cock again. He remained still, giving her time to adjust and fully enjoy all he had in her.
Rod climbed up on the bed between her legs. His cock twitched with a vibrant pulse. "You're going to love having us both in you at once."
He hand-stroked his cockhead on her protruding cut. His prick shivered delightfully and seeped damp warmth. Rod swept his bulbous prick-knob into the mouth of her tawny cunt and pressed down.
Elbe moaned because Rod's actions increased the thrust of Mark's prick lodged so deep inside her. She could feel them both throbbing fiercely. She gasped in anticipation. Would there be room for both in her adjoining fuck tunnels?
Rod entered slowly, letting her savor the heat and lewd vigor of a second cock. Sylvia watched with envious eyes narrowed behind her mask. Her breaths came hard, remembering the time Mark had first suggested sharing her body with another man-not lying side by side as they'd often done swinging with other couples, but both at once.
Sylvia recalled being as shocked by the thought as Elbe had been at first. She knew what her high school friend, her father's young wife, was going through. And she knew better than anyone how Elbe would soon respond to the double-heated fuck-thrusts of two big cocks.
Mark Temple and Rod Kramer had been friends for many years. They had doubled with other women at least a dozen times.
Only a thin, sleek wall of flesh kept them apart. Each could feel the other's heat. Ellie could feel them both, and that was even more thrilling for her.
"Shall we give the parson's young wife a seesaw ride?" Mark asked his friend.
"That seems to be the best way to start," Rod agreed. He arched and drew his cock back out to the tip.
Ellie moaned and tensed, not quite knowing what to expect. Rod grinned down reassuringly. Then he fucked his throbbing cock into her with a sudden hard stab.
She howled, half expecting the two cocks to clash head-on in her wringing depths. But Mark swayed his hips down as Rod fucked in. One cock entered as the other withdrew.
An unearthly cry burst from her soft lips. Mark humped his back and pushed in from below as Rod fucked in and eased out, both gliding back and forth with a rhythmic beat. A whipsaw of lewd pleasure cut at her crotch.
They both fucked faster, making her moan and wail. Elbe was trapped between them, her ripe body driven first one way and then the other.
Sylvia watched anxiously, her uneven breathing rasping like that of a marathon runner. She pressed buttons to slacken the chains and give Ellie more freedom to move.
Ellie responded by bounding between the two men, arching to meet Rod's cunt-spearing thrusts from above, then grinding down on Mark's ass-reamer which pulsed below. Sylvia decided to help even more. She switched on the bed's vibrating mechanism.
It began with a mild quiver, rocking the middle of the bed up and down. That motion accented alternating cock thrusts already driving Elbe to the brink of orgasm.
Mark and Rod fell into the rhythm of the mechanical surge. Mark used each upward motion to add power to his fevered cock thrusts. Rod hammered down when the bed fell away, adding the force of gravity and a longer drop to the natural force of each lunge into sweet cunt.
Between them, they hammered Ellie's breath away. Her lungs felt the starved heat they had when Rod held her head underwater. On the TV screen above the bed she saw the young blonde being speared by twin cocks. Those men weren't alternating their thrusts. Both fucked deep into her at once, pressing her between them, fucking her so hard that her eyes bulged.
Ellie wondered how long it would be before Rod and Mark switched to that rhythm . . . and if she could stand the strain inside when they did.
On the mirrored ceiling panels all around the TV, Elbe could see Rod's muscular back ripple and flex, his taut ass bob up and down. And she could see her own face twisted in anguished delight. It was strange watching herself get fucked.
Ellie moaned and tossed her head as the pace of their fucking thrusts increased. Sylvia was speeding up the bucking vibrations of the mechanical bed.
No matter which way she turned her head, Ellie saw reflections on a mirrored wall. Rod above, Mark below, their big cocks whipping back and forth, faster and faster. She watched with an eerie feeling of detachment. It was like watching herself on TV.
"Feels like she's ready for more," Rod said.
"Yeah, it does to me too. Her asshole is really milking my cock now. I'll hold for half a beat," Mark said, settling deep in her bowels.
Rod arched above her and fucked in. Elbe's breath gushed when she took his weight, pounding her down harder on Mark's cock in her ass. The two strained in her depths, both pulsing, so close together they felt like one giant sword of flesh.
With the bed bounding up and down beneath them, there wasn't a second's rest from the hot friction of motion inside. Rod and Mark grunted joyous sounds, both thrusting with perfectly timed strokes.
Ellie felt the sleek channel of her cunt expand, rippling and undulating around Rod's cock. Her ass writhed with tighter contractions, thrilled and shocked by the size of Mark's vigorous prick.
She saw flashes of their hammering fuck-strokes in the mirrors on one side and then the other. Her head pitched frantically. The writhing spasms of a double orgasm had begun. Ellie was going to climax in her pussy and ass at the same time. She could feel the delightful sensations increase.
"Oooh," she moaned. "Oh, God! It's good! It's sooo good! Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me, Rod! Hhhooo, yes! Both at once. As hard and deep as you can. Hungh! Aaagghh!"
Sylvia grinned, her lithe body tense and sheening with sweat. Watching Mark fuck another woman always excited her wildly. She envied Elbe and the jackhammering pleasure of two great cocks.
Elbe's deep moans of pleasure merged into a shrilling scream. Her soft, lush body shivered as the speed and strength of her pussy and ass contractions increased to a frenzy. She screamed herself breathless and then felt their cocks fire.
Pinned between the two jetting fountains of lusty delight, she took hot gushing cum that rained downward, deep in her cunt. And she took the creamy bursts of spunk that shot upward, heating and lubricating the long dark tunnel of her ass.
Sleek cum made the enchantment of their plunging pricks even greater. Ellie gulped air and screamed again, her sensations of climax soaring to an exciting new height.
Her eyes winced shut and her body trembled. Fiery bursts of light could be seen even with her eyes closed. They were like bursting bombs. The wet heat of their liquid fire filled her front and back.
Ellie spiraled down from the lofty new heights of climax, dizzy, breathless and too weak to talk. Rod and Mark shared her moment of silent rapture, their powerful cocks still quaking in her depths.
Drained and sated, they enjoyed the lingering tremors. Sylvia was breathing as hard as any of them, anxious for her turn between the two men. At that moment, none of them gave a thought to Reverend Silas McKenzie.
That morning while Elmira had been disguising herself for a trip to The Pleasure Palace, Silas McKenzie had appeared on a TV talk show hosted by Gloria Malone, a stunning ash blonde with a keen wit and a biting tongue.
McKenzie's wrath overwhelmed her. She could hardly get a word in edgewise when he ranted and raved against the threat of pleasure and sinful depravity. He ran away with the show.
Gloria heaved a sigh of relief when their time was up. The glaring TV lights switched off. Cameramen and technicians left the set. The studio control room went dark and she was alone in the cavernous room with the glowering parson who had yet to catch his breath after his final tirade.
The man intrigued her. With a smile on his craggy face and a twinkle in his glaring dark eyes she'd have thought him to be ruggedly handsome. "Tell me, Reverend ... off the record ... are you as dead set against pleasure as it seems?"
"Absolutely! Why do you ask?"
"Well, I did a little research before the show and learned that you're married to a young woman less than half your age."
McKenzie stiffened. "I don't see what that has to do with a crusade against debauchery."
"I've heard she's quite pretty. That must be a terrible temptation."
"I am above temptation," he insisted.
"Really?" They were sitting at opposite ends of a couch on a TV set made to look like a comfortable living room. Gloria eased closer to him, smiling and lightly touching her ash-blonde hair.
"You've never slipped off your pedestal?" she asked pointedly, near enough now to lay a hand on his leg near his knee.
He jerked his leg from her grasp. His face was sheened with a film of nervous sweat. Gloria Malone's instincts told her she was on to something. When it came to sniffing out a story, she had the nose of a bloodhound . . . and the tenacity of a pitbull.
McKenzie squirmed uncomfortably, wondering how much this elegant bitch knew about him. There had been times when his maleness demanded more than the passionless sex approved by the strict church. To satisfy those impulses, he always went to another city where he wouldn't be recognized. Loose women weren't hard to find, wayward wives who were lonely and wasting their time away in bars. Or divorced women who were on the prowl.
They seemed little better than whores to him. They deserved to feel the wrath of his mighty cock. McKenzie excused those lapses in his own mind. It wasn't just the sly pursuit of pleasure, he was God's messenger of pain delivering needed punishment. But higher church officials and the people of Plainview wouldn't approve of his secret missions.
"There's a rumor that you whipped your own daughter for attending a school dance," Gloria said.
"She deserved punishment!" Then his face blanched white as a sheet, knowing he'd done more than wield the lash. He'd punished her as he had punished other lowly women without faith.
Gloria Malone grinned. "When you're in that mood, isn't punishment a form of pleasure?"
Silas drew in a long breath, straining not to give himself away. She was taunting him, daring to question his authority. His sullen cock twitched with the heat of rage, and she put her hand on his leg again, lightly working toward his thigh.
The parson's whole body tensed.
"Relax," she said with cunning sweetness. "We're alone, and this conversation is off the record."
She reached the stiffening shaft of his cock and fingered his prick through the somber black cloth of his suit. Gloria made tempting noises when she felt his cock's mighty throb.
"You're a wanton like the rest!" he roared, grabbing a pair of furlined handcuffs from his display of accessories he had brought. He clamped one locking jaw around her right wrist and jerked her hand away from his crotch.
Gloria gasped a startled cry and struggled to keep her left arm free. He lunged at her, snarling in grim contempt. She fell back on the long couch, and McKenzie's straining body came down on top of her.
He grabbed her flailing left arm and wrenched it toward the waiting jaw of steel padded with sleek black fur. It snapped shut. She was frightened by his strength, but pleased to have uncovered his other side.
"Shameless women who flaunt themselves are a temptation worse than The Pleasure Palace," he declared.
His long, trembling fingers tore at the buttons of her silky blouse. He loosened some and popped others in his frantic haste. Gloria shrilled a cry of excitement mixed with misgiving. Three times married and three times divorced, she was a demanding woman who hadn't found a man yet who was strong enough to tame and fully satisfy her.
She wore a lacy black bra, low-cut and wired to shape her bountiful cleavage most enticingly. McKenzie's fingers hooked like claws and ripped it off. Gloria shuddered, her large tits naked and quivering.
McKenzie drooled, hungry for the forbidden delight of sucking and squeezing her luscious tits. It seemed all right with this brazen slut. His gaunt hands curled around her creamy tits, fingers sinking deep to make her plump nipples bulge.
Gloria heaved a grunt, thrashing wrists that were cuffed in front. Her hands were pressed under the parson's weight as he leaned down, drawn lips smacking and dribbling spit that wet her tingling nipples.
He sucked one tit and mauled the other with both hands. His tongue and a thumb circled her nipples and shot fiery heat into her tits. McKenzie's cock hardened inside his pants, raging like a wild beast, furious for being caged.
She could feel the angry cockshaft pulse when he pressed down and swayed his head to suck her other lush tit. The raw force of his wild passion thrilled her as much as it frightened her. Gloria knew she was going to get fucked long and viciously hard by the parson on the set of her local TV show. She gasped and wished the cameras were still on.
McKenzie lifted her skirt, bunching the cloth over her cuffed wrists while he stared at her bounding cunt mound.
"Pain is the price of shamelessness," he declared. A gaunt hand swiped down and pulled her panties down to her knees.
Gloria Malone writhed with increasing fear. Like most women, she had dreamed and fantasized about a man so overwhelmed with desire that he would fuck her by force. It had never happened before, but she knew it would soon. The prospect was chilling now that it had become real. And it was more lewdly exciting than she'd ever dared hope.
Her pussy seethed its sultry damp warmth. Glistening beads of sleek fuck oil dotted the silky brown curls around her cunt bps. That hair was several shades darker than the crown-like array upswept on her head.
"You've falsely colored your hair and painted your face," McKenzie said accusingly. Tears filled her shadowed eyes and made her mascara run.
He reared up and opened the tightly strained zipper of his fly, freeing a massive cock that quaked with lewd vigor. Gloria gasped at the size of his prick. Her three husbands together wouldn't have equaled his throbbing length.
McKenzie lifted her shapely legs and ducked his head beneath the slinky black panties tangled around her knees. He pressed forward, bending her knees over his shoulders. One smooth and finely tapered calf pressed against each of his gaunt cheeks.
He leered down at her, his lips curled in a vicious grin. His cock throbbed with lust, the knob purple-red and swollen like an over-ripe plum.
McKenzie fisted his cockshaft and slanted his prick down, guiding the bulbous head of his cock to the wet mouth of her cunt. He stroked up and down on her clit and made Gloria scream. More of her musky fuck oils seeped out.
The scent of lust enflamed his desires. She giggled and squirmed as his cock fucked in. It pained and delighted her. Gloria felt the fierce throbbing strain in her sleek tube and streamed tears to match the warm fuck honey that gushed from her cunt.
His grasping hands clawed into her elegant hairdo, breaking loose ash-blonde waves that swirled when she tossed her head. Moans of tormented delight came from her trembling lips. He bent down laughing and smothered the sounds of lewd pleasure beneath a rough kiss.
The parson's venomous tongue pushed into her mouth. His cock sank deeper in her wringing tight pussyhole. Gloria squealed and squirmed, bent double with her legs raised. Her high-heeled shoes drummed on his hard back like spurs.
McKenzie roared and fucked her hard, sending his cock so deep that cunt juices wet the crotch of his somber black suit. He fucked her with fury that only a man long denied pleasure could match.
He sucked her tongue into his mouth, mauled her soft tits with his clawing hands and reamed her cunt with malicious cock thrusts that made her breath gush.
Gloria came to a frenzied climax almost at once. The parson kept fucking without even pausing for breath. She wrenched into the throes of another orgasm, her eyes wide and wild with delight.
She broke off his tongue-sucking kiss for a moment. "If this is how you fight sinful perversion, I'm ready to join the church!"