Crimes & Punishments

Matt ripped off her tiny, sopping panties and shoved them between her greasy lips. He took a long moment ogling her shaved mound, long fat clit and heavy, dusky cunt lips. He scooped up most of the spunk from her tits, coated his cock, and shoved it in her hot hole, fucking his mother hard, loving the sight of her nipples bending and stretching with his left hand while he squeezed and twisted her throbbing clit with his right hand. She came almost immediately and then he did also, pulling out of her cunt after several thick spurts to spray another half dozen spurts across her pretty face, abdomen and belly. There was plenty to go around. She'd never seen or felt such thick cream.

Matt stood on the floor and wiped his dripping member on the tatters of her baby doll, fascinated by the thick stream of cum coming out of her labia and coating her dusky asshole. Reluctantly, he untied her wrists from the bed railing. She wondered when her son would poke around in her walk-in closet, open a drawer in the cabinet there and find her big collection of bondage toys. She shuddered with the thrilling thought until he lifted the carabiners and pulled them to get her up from the bed.

She screamed and scrambled to stand, stunned and breathing hard from Matt's sudden action, weak-kneed and bent over, her hands clasping the bedpost for support, the carabiners swaying silently under her hanging tits, the stretched nipples swinging back and forth in silent pain, catching her breath while matching trails of white spunk formed on the inside of her tanned thighs.

She couldn't help wondering whether, once I'd arrived for a long July 4th weekend, Matt and I would dominate her together. She pictured herself: depraved, abused and tortured by us together, a shameful and humiliated sub, one of us caning her ass while the other used a switch on her tits.

"Don't let that fall on the floor," Matt warned, pointing to her streaked thighs. Janice scooped up both trails and realized that Matt was holding a metallic pencil flashlight in his palm. It was obviously a phallic shape, like a small dildo. He nodded, and knowing exactly what he wanted, she took the flashlight and rolled it around in her greasy palm.

"That's not enough," he said. She looked at him beseechingly, but his face was merciless. "Spread your lips."

Dazed with shame, she slowly spread apart her slippery pussy lips, revealing her swollen inner lips and cum-filled cunt. A mass of more cum immediately began to slide out. Matt quickly stopped the flow with the blunt tip of the flashlight. Remorselessly, he pushed the entire six-inch length of the flashlight into her cunt. She whimpered at the feeling of a refilled cunt, even if the flashlight was only half the width of her son's dick.

Matt pumped the flashlight till his sub slut mother came close to cuming again, then rotated it several times and slowly pulled it down and out. She whimpered, bemoaning the empty sensation and thinking their session was over, even though she was desperate to cum again.

She imagined herself on the forthcoming holiday weekend, freshly welted on both front and rear, then ordered to service us simultaneously in Matt's first double penetration. Would he fuck her mouth or pussy? Or maybe they'd lube her big anal dildo and make it a triple penetration. She'd never had all three holes drilled at the same time and wondered what it felt like.

Matt's new order woke her from her reverie. "Kneel on the bed at the foot of it, with your ass against the railing."

Confused, she gingerly climbed onto the bed and kneeled at the foot. Standing on the floor behind her, Matt pulled her feet and legs through the slats so they were hanging off the bed. He shoved a small ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps loosely at the back of her head. He reached around her, mashed her slippery tits together and clamped the carabiners together. She wailed as her nipples were bent inward and stretched to their limit. He slipped a hand under the strap of her ball gag and pulled back so he could keep her head and torso upright.

"Spread your cheeks," Matt said. Now she understood the flashlight. She pulled apart her ass cheeks, revealing the dusky crinkled ring, still covered with cum. Matt positioned the flashlight, drove it in and fiercely pumped it all the way in and almost out, pulling her head strap back so her shoulders were up against his and he could see her contorted tits and clamped nipples. "Play with your clit," Matt ordered. Despite the small size of the makeshift anal dildo for an anal slut like Janice, she felt her orgasm building immediately. After only a dozen lengthy pumps in and out, she screamed and came in a blistering delirium, uncaring about the torment in her stretched nipples.

Matt released her head strap and she fell forward onto the bed, her nipples crushing the carabiners, her legs sprawling so Matt could clearly see the flashlight sticking out of her ass. He left her there so he could shower, drink a cold soda, think about all that happened and come up with scenarios for future sessions.

To relieve the pain in her nipples, Janice rolled onto her side and lay on the sheets in a sweaty stupor, wondering. Next time, would one of them fuck her doggy style while she sucked the other's cock, or would one of them lie on his back while she lowered her pussy onto his cock and blew the other? And if she was on top, would it be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl?

Would Matt finally fuck her ass? Would they do double penetration in just her cunt and mouth or also her cunt and ass? She wasn't sure which position would give a deeper penetration of her cunt and ass in a DP: on her hands and knees doggy style, or on top of one guy with the other behind her? For the next few days, she was in a dreamy fog of anticipation and imagination. . .