Chapter 8

When Anna came into her living room, she saw a scene that was something straight out of a fuck book. Hilda was stretched out on the couch. Kip was crouched over her, sliding his mammoth dong in and out of her widely opened mouth. Jim was between her legs, jamming his tongue in and out of her juicing snatch. In one corner of the room Marie was suspended in midair between Chet and a football-type boy by the name of Billy Jackson. Chet was standing with his feet wide apart and his hips directly under Marie's ass-cheeks with his cock stuck up her shitter. The woman's legs were wrapped tightly around the muscular boy's wide thighs while he hunched his prick in and out of her squishing pussy. Marie bucked and howled mindlessly as she tossed her head wildly from side to side. Anna could understand what Paul saw in her-at least, sexually.

Anna looked around for Grace but couldn't find her. Suddenly she heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen. Anna walked to the doorway and nearly screamed with laughter at what she saw.

Grace was lying spread-eagle on top of the kitchen table, her arms and legs tightly tied. Two boys by the name of Joe Sutton and Jack Wingenfeld had smeared chocolate sauce all over her beaver and on her pussy-lips. Joe was busily licking Grace clean while Jack had a can of whipped cream in his hand and was squirting the white foamy stuff on the woman's tits. Grace obviously loved what was going on. She groaned and screeched alternately, begging them to lick her clean and to fuck her and to suck her dry.

Anna shrugged. Different strokes. She thought to herself as she strolled back into the living room. She looked for Greg and Ken but couldn't find them. Anna began to feel her snatch heating up again and she wanted her son up her cunt this time around.

"OHHHHH, NOOOO!" Marie screeched as she clenched her teeth tightly together and heaved her hips high into the air. Chet and Bill braced themselves and jammed their cocks harder into the bucking, screaming woman. Anna wished that she had her camera loaded. She'd take a picture of Marie and show it to her husband. What would Paul think of his wonderful mistress then? "FUCK! FUCK!" Anna heard Kip groan. She turned around and saw the boy's mammoth dong sliding completely out of Hilda's sucking mouth, only to slam back in and bury itself between the woman's thick, moist lips... Anna felt the air in the living room grow thick with the smell of perspiration and vaporized twat juice. The groans and smells made her grow hotter and hotter for prick.

Where were Greg and Ken? Anna kept wondering as she wandered back to the bedroom. She was growing desperate. They weren't anywhere to be found. Just as she was about to resign herself to a session of finger-fucking, she heard the sound of something falling in the basement.

"Greg?" Anna called down from the head of the basements stairs.

"We're down here, Mom," her son called up.

"What's going on?" she asked as she started climbing down the steep wooden stairs.

"We're trying to set up something for the kinkier broads," Greg said as he went back to work with Ken in the corner.

Anna peered into the semidarkness and saw the two boys bent over something that looked like a table.

"What is it?" she asked as she moved closer to them.

"We're trying to put together a rack- You know, something kind of medieval for S & M freaks," Greg said.

"Well, don't look at me, guys," she said giggling nervously as she examined the table and the pieces of ropes Greg was affixing to the corners.

"Don't worry, Mom," Greg said as he ran his hands lightly over her tits. "We wouldn't put you on the table unless you wanted it." "I certainly don't, but I think I know somebody who would," Anna said as she squinted her eyes together and thought of Marie bucking and heaving upstairs. "You think you boys could finish that thing in a few minutes?" Greg shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ken, who had a small whip in his hand. Anna shuddered as she wondered where the boy had gotten it.

"I guess so, Mom, but what's the reason?" Greg wondered.

"You're about to have your first customer for that thing," Anna said as she turned around and ran up the stairs. She dashed into the living room and ran up to Chet.

"Listen, I can get even with that bitch and we can all have a ball at the same time," Anna whispered in the chaplain's ear.

"What are you talking-talking a-a- OHHH, SHIIITTTT!" Chet screamed as he closed his eyes and threw his groin hard against Marie's ass-cheeks. Anna looked down and watched the chaplain's thickly veined cock spasm wildly. Then rivers of white, sticky jizz poured out of Marie's impaled shitter.

"Okay, okay, what do you want?" Chet panted after a few moments.

"Listen, take that broad down to the basement," Anna whispered softly in his ear.

"Now?" Chet asked in surprise.

"Now. She hasn't come yet, has she?" Anna asked.

"No, why?" "She'll be so fuckin' hot she won't know what's happening to her," Anna said between her teeth.

"AWWWW, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Billy Johnson cried as he blew his load into Marie's cunt.

"Okay, that takes care of him, and she's still hanging," Anna said to the chaplain. "Take her downstairs. Greg and Ken have got something good for her," Anna said, smiling at the groaning, bucking woman.

"Come on, babe," Chet said as he grabbed Marie away from Billy and carried her off in his arms.

"This way," Anna said, walking ahead of Chet to the basement stairs.

"Where are we going?" Marie groaned as she looked around and saw Anna staring angrily at her.

The woman just smiled as she followed Chet down the steps.

"This is the one?" Greg asked as he finished bolting on the last piece of rope to the table.

"Don't!" Marie cried out as she began to realize what was going to happen.

"Shut up, bitch! You think I don't know about you screwing around with my husband?" Anna said angrily as she ran over to the table.

"Mom!" Greg said in a hurt voice. "You mean Dad and her-they've been-" "That's right, honey," Anna said in a consoling voice. "But we're going to even up the score tonight. It seems that Marie here likes the S & M route. We'll give it to her like she's never had it before," Anna said.

Made struggled uselessly in Chet's strong arms but couldn't break free as the chaplain laid her on the table top.

"Hold that bitch," Anna grunted as Marie punched her in the stomach and tried to scramble off the rack.

"Got her, Mom," Greg said as he and Ken tied the struggling woman's ankles to the table.

"Please, don't! I'm sorry. I won't ever see Paul again," Marie begged.

"I don't give a fuck if you two run off together to Samoa, Anna snarled. "But I'm going to make sure you know exactly who you've cheated," Anna said as she and Chet tied down both of Marie's arms.

Anna grabbed a handful of Marie's hair and yanked it back.

"ARRRGH!" the woman screamed. The tendons and veins stood out on her peck as she bucked and thrashed on the wooden makeshift rack.

Anna pulled on Marie's hair again.

"P-P-Please-don't hurt me any more," the woman stammered as she looked pleadingly into Anna's eyes.

Anna just smiled wickedly as she held up the small whip she had taken from Ken.

"Uhhhh, noooo!" Marie wailed as she turned her head away.

"Mom, don't," Greg advised as he held his mother's arm up.

"Why not? She deserves to be punished," Anna said matter-of-factly as she shook her son's loose grip off and brought down the whip hard across Marie's thighs.

"AIYEEEE! UNNNGH!" the woman screamed out as the leather thong slashed across her tender flesh. Chet winced and turned his head away when he saw a large red mark appear on the woman's skin where the whip landed.

"Look at her!" Anna said as she trailed the cold leather across Marie's tits. "I think she actually likes it!" Anna said in amazement.

Chet, Greg and Ken looked at where Anna pointed. Marie struggled in her leather bonds, begging them to release her. But the trickle of cunt juice that oozed out from between her swelling labes told another story.

"Looks like she digs this kind of thing," Greg said as he whistled low and looked at Chet and Ken. Anna shifted her eyes and saw that the three men seemed to be enjoying the scene. They all had stiff hard-ons and were busily rubbing their cocks as they watched Anna drag the whip across Marie's quivering skin.

"Well, then let's see how the bitch likes it across the tits," Anna said, raising her hand again.

"NOOOOOO!" Marie screeched as every nerve in her body was rubbed raw with terror. Chet, Greg and Ken watched the black leather whip are in midair, then come slicing through the air until it slashed across the woman's swollen tits.

"AIYEEE! AIYEEE! AIYEEEE! ARRGHHH!" Marie shrieked as Anna raised her arm again to bring down the whip once more across her reddening boobs.

"Fuck with my husband, will you?" Anna said between her tightly clenched teeth as she brought down her arm quickly and crashed the whip across Marie's erect nipples.

"UNNGH! UNNNGH!" the woman cried out as her back arched and her trembling ass-cheeks ground desperately against the wooden surface of the rack.

"Let's see how she likes it across her cunt!" Anna hissed as she brought down the whip across Marie's swollen, juicy snatch-lips.

"ARRRGH! UNNGH! OOOOooooohh!" the woman moaned as her eyes glazed over with what Anna knew was sheer ecstasy.

"Goddamn, this makes me sick!" Anna said as she threw the whip into the far corner of the basement. Marie was groaning and writhing on the table. She ground her thighs together desperately, milking the juice-drenched edges of her outer labes together as she moaned, whimpered and begged for more.