Chapter 7

The sound of the oar machine creaking as Martin worked it frantically in the fury of his orgasm blended with the soft, rhythmic sighs coming from Anne's full lips as Chuck fucked his outsized cock into her squirming, scent-filled pussy. The pumping prick made a liquid sound as it filled and emptied the cheerleader's black-bearded twat.

"Come -- your come is filling me!" Jacqui cried happily. "God, how I love it!"

Martin's muscular legs were still working like a rocker. They lifted the combined weight of him and his horny aunt into the air every time he forced his prick into her seething, orgasming cunt. The rippling waves of contraction played agonizingly up and down the length of his cock, pulling spurt after spurt of jism from the conical head of his prick.

The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with the force of their shared climax. Martin's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the oar-handles. The nails of Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply into the flesh of his back.

At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside. The clatter of the rowing machine died away to a faint metronomic rattle. Jacqui sighed heavily and rested her chin on her nephew's big shoulder.

"Wow," she breathed. She sat astride his massive prick, feeling it go limp within her satiated cunt. She felt the juices seeping out past the distended lips of her pussy, and her nose drank in the tart aroma of her cunt sauces and the dry sharpness of Martin's come.

Even as Martin and Jacqui were relaxing into afterglow, Chuck was beginning to give his prick to Anne fast and furiously. "Hot damn!" she exclaimed. "You sure know how to work that goddamned prick."

Chuck laughed hoarsely. Sweat was pouring down his forehead into his eyes. He shook his head to clear them. A lewd grin bared long, yellowed teeth. "Nope," he told the wriggling girl. "You ever tried milking a cow with that pussy of yours?"

Anne giggled and rotated her hips till Chuck cried out with delight. "No," she said huskily, "but may be I'll try it someday."

Chuck stood his head. "You're a wild little bitch," he said. He fucked his cock into her snatch so hard her toes came off the carpet.

"You're damn right, you great big fucker," Anne said. She started cocking her hips, forward and back. The back and forth motion fucked her cunt on Chuck's thrusting prick with short, choppy, maddening strokes. "Too bad your friend Martin couldn't keep it in mind and too bad he made the mistake of thinking I wasn't all the woman he'd ever need!"

Too bad for him, Chuck thought, but not for me. His hands were splayed like pale spiders on her moon-white ass cheeks. The tips of his thumbs were put into the crease between her buttocks, as his stabbing cock wedged her ass cheeks apart.

The whole tremendous length of his prick was wet with the oils of Anne's hungry snatch. The oils from deep inside her pussy were thick and had a sexy smell.

To the to-and-fro rocking of Anne's hips, the girl added a wicked spiral motion. Chuck gasped. Saliva trickled from the side of his mouth and dripped onto the bent-over cheerleader's bare ass. "Hey," he choked, "What's the big idea? You're about to make me shoot off like a skyrocket!"

"That's the idea, big boy," Anne purred. "Hurry up and pump your load up my cunt. I've got a new game I want to play with our captive librarian."

Chuck looked down at the perfectly matched demiglobes of ass jutting to either side of his prick. He was excited at the thought of what new games the cruel and jealous black-haired beauty had in mind. But he didn't want this torrid fucking to be over. And he didn't like the idea of the girl dismissing him so casually. She should treat the owner of such a magnificent prick with more respect!

Just about that time what felt like a hand encased in a glove of oiled silk took hold of his prick and began jacking off. "Hey-!" he began.

A hot orgasm choked his words off. They trailed into a protracted groan of sheer ecstasy as a mighty surge of his prick filled Anne's supple pussy sheath with come. "That's more -- ahh! -- like it!" she cried. Her jugs rolled around the surface of the pool table like water balloons. "Now it's my turn to... coooommmmmmmmme!"

Chuck's eyes were half-shut. Unable to control himself, he fucked wad after wad of jism into that boiling, rank cunt. Fascinated, he watched the little white bubbles of sperm well out around his prick. They looked like soap suds.

Anne felt the prick give one last, powerful spasm, and felt a few drops of come searing the sensitive lining of her cunt channel. Then Chuck's cock went limp immediately. The air left his lungs in a long, satisfied sigh.

He pushed back, watching his limp worm of a prick slide out from between the girl's buns. At last it came free. A long trail of jism stretched between the tip of the prick and the slack, pink lips of Anne's pussy. It broke and slopped onto the carpet.

Anne wriggled her whole body voluptuously. Then she stood up, smoothing the hem of her skirt over her bare buttocks. "All right," she said. "Time for phase two. Get the bitch off Martin's lap and tie him up. Then take the cuffs off her and I'll tell you what to do next."

Totally spent, Jacqui slumped against Martin's chest. Despite having just come for the second time in an hour, his big prick was still half-hard and pulsing to his languid heartbeat in the depths of her pussy. Her pussy still swam in sweet oils. She could feel them, mixed with her nephew's sperm, leaking into his crotch. "Mmmm," she said, and rubbed her hear against Martin's.

Hands grasped her from behind. "Ah!" she said. The delicious aftermath of her glorious climax was suddenly gone.

She felt herself being lifted. Martin's cock slid reluctantly out of her pussy. She got her feet under her, and then the still-swollen cockhead popped out of her cunt and collapsed into the aromatic mess in his crotch.

Martin had to raise his hands to allow Jacqui's bound arms to slip over his head. He came out of his erotic stupor thinking about jumping Chuck and overpowering him. But out of the corner of his eye he saw Anne holding the pistol on him again, and that idea went out the window. He sat quietly as Chuck propped Jacqui against the pool table and came back to bind him to the rowing machine. "I got some tape, Anne." The skinny security guard said. "Electrician's stuff. Is that okay to tie Martin up with?"

Anne called affirmation. She was standing by the exercise cycle, fiddling with it. Confidently, he taped the blond-haired youth's arms behind the back of the seat, wrist to elbow, and then taped his ankles securely to the legs of the rowing-machine chair. "There," he said in satisfaction, "that oughta hold you."

"You bastard," Martin gritted. "You yellow-bellied, backstabbing bastard!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere!" Anne sang out cheerily. "Take a look over here, and see what I've got in mind for our little librarian lady."

"I don't get it," Chuck said, scratching his head. "All I see is an exercise cycle with the seat taken off."

Anne ran her hand lovingly over the tubular steel pole the bicycle seat had been attached to. "Yeah," she said. "And this length of rope I found behind the stairs. Tie one end around the scrawny bitch's waist and haul her down here."

Jacqui exchanged glances with her nephew, bound immovably to the seat of the rowing machine on which he'd so recently fucked his aunt. Neither had any idea what was coming next. Chuck seemed to, however. Leering, he stooped by her side and knotted the hairy rope around her trim waist.

"Ouch! That's too tight," she protested. Chuck grinned callously in her face.

"In a few seconds, lady," he assured her, "You won't have a thought for how tight that is!" Then he put his arms around her and scooped her up.

He grinned at the feel of his armful of lovely, naked woman, her body still warm and moist with the delightful exertion of making love, her pussy still redolent of the heady juices of her lust. He set her on her feet beside the cycle, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and raised her up.

Belatedly, Jacqui realized what was in store for her. She screamed and kicked, but it did no good. The wiry security guard was too strong for her.

With Anne on her knees, guiding Jacqui's hips, Chuck impaled the shrieking librarian's cunt on the erect bar where the cycle seat had been. With her legs together, the tip of the bar would not quite have reached the mouth of her pussy. But with her legs thrashing, Chuck managed to get several inches of the icy, metallic rod up her cunt.

Martin cursed them bitterly. He threw his weight against his bonds time and again without weakening them at all. Ignoring him, Anne pulled the free end of the rope down and looped it around the lower members of the cycle's frame.

"Pull her up," she ordered, "so just an inch or so's up her cunt. That's the way!" With nimble fingers she tied the rope so it stretched taut from the captive's waist to the metal strut. Then she stood up to admire her handiwork.

Chuck unlocked the handcuffs from Jacqui's wrists. "Just leave her hands free. How does it feel, baby?"

"Aw-awful!" Jacqui sobbed. Already her legs were quivering with the effort of holding her body off that brutal bar. The inch of metal inside her felt cold and dead in her cunt.

Anne grinned. "It'll feel worse," she said pleasantly. "Now get your legs up and pedal!"

Jacqui hesitated. Anne grabbed the jump-rope and lashed her savagely across the tits. "Aiiiieeee!" she cried, the moaned. She had cringed from the pain of the rope cutting into her tender titflesh, and had driven another two inches of steel rod up her cunt. It felt like a spike.

Reluctantly, Jacqui lifted a foot to a pedal. Her body sagged, more steel went up her snatch. "Noooooooo!" she groaned. "Don't make me do it!"

The rope licked our and caressed her bare hip gently. She bit a cry off just in time. She looked at Anne for any sign of mercy, any hint of compassion. All she saw in that face was cold cruelty.

Her arms braced, Jacqui picked her other foot up off the floor. Her arms shook violently as she tried to steer it to the pedal. Her foot touched it. The pedal turned out from under it as she put her weight on.

Jacqui's foot slipped. She fell onto the metal upright. "Arrrggghhh!" she cried as it stabbed brutally into her delicate cunt. Gasping with agony, she hoisted herself up and got her foot securely on the pedal. Her arms and legs taking her weight, she trembled and tried to keep from falling onto that vicious rod again.

"Now pedal," Anne commanded. The whip cracked against a snowy butt cheek. Jacqui shrieked at the new pain. "Pedal!"

Jacqui did. Her muscles creaked in protest, but she made her legs work. They ran the pedals around one circuit. Bound as she was, she was unable to get the torturing steel out of her pussy. The pedaling worked her cunt around the metal pole. The upright seemed to be tearing her pussy apart.

"Faster!" Incandescent agony blared along the crease of Jacqui's ass as the cheerleader slashed her with the rope. Her scream was piercing in the confines of the basement. Nausea surged in her stomach. But she pedaled faster.

Her knees pumped up and down. Her high, firm tits jogged to the rhythm of her cycling. Her ass cheeks churned and wobbled. And always that metal rod was throbbing painfully in her cunt!

To her horror, Jacqui found the strength ebbing from her joints. That sadistic slut! She thought. Anne had calculated this new torture well. The faster Jacqui pedaled, the faster she would weaken -- and the more of that awful bar would thrust into her tender pussy!

She tried slackening her pace gradually, hoping it would escape notice. Anne landed three blows on her ass that she thought, through a haze of anguish, must have stripped the skin in tatters from her tormented ass. And worse, she lost ground. Still more of that loathsome hardness wracked the walls of her cunt!

Anne was laughing uproariously. She dropped the jump-rope to skin her cheerleader's sweater off over her head, baring the magnificent melons of her jugs. The nipples were eagerly erect in the broad purple circles of her aureoles. Then she pulled the skirt down, recovered the rope, and began to whip the flagging captive with all her strength.