Tombstone by Candace Smith Page B

until she could finally orgasm, had her quivering inside the suit.   It was so damn frustrating not to be able to move and masturbate.
    A liquidy finger pushed into her bottom and she groaned.   Tombstone had only used her there once, because he said the family deserved the honor.   From the conversation above her, she gathered it was Sammy preparing to drive down her throat and she screamed through the gag at the size of him.   He smiled down at the wide blue eyes and said, “Mike and I are identical, though I think he might be hung a little longer.”
    Annika closed her eyes, sobbing while the purple fleshy crown rolled around her pried vinyl lips.   She was rocked down to her hands and knees while her pussy clenched, leaking constantly for the past hour from the salve, burning her bottom hole, but making her muscles work anyway.   Something sliced across her bottom, and she screamed around the cock driving down her throat.   Three more times she felt a strong hand spank her bared cheeks, and then she felt a cock push through her back opening.   She wailed while the other man drove into her mouth as her bottom convulsed helplessly from the balm, gripping the cock plunging into her ass and feeling as though she were tearing apart.
    The cock in her mouth was savagely plunging, impossibly long and thick, the muscle pushed down the tight tube in her neck, cutting off her air and panicking her.   “Lick me, slut.”   Annika frantically swirled her tongue along the tormenting shaft.   Meanwhile, her bottom was ravaged by Michael, the man she was going to belong to.   Despite the churning in her bowels as the balm worked into the forbidden access, she began gripping her strained channel around his cock, needing to cure the horrible itching sensation accompanying the burn and the pain.
    “I get this one,” Nancy announced.   She slipped down her linen slacks, stepped out of her thongs, and stood in front of the ‘Pleasure Twin’, lifting her chin.   Nancy enjoyed a cock now and then, but her true desire had always led her to be the dominating partner with a woman.   She spread her legs and pushed her pussy towards Sandy’s gaping mouth.   “She’s not doing anything,” Nancy complained.   She reached down and stroked a nipple, and the slanted eyes glazed with lust while the girl moaned.   Nancy recognized the girl was awash in sexual heat.   “Hey, you.   Wake up and get that tongue moving,” she laughed.
    Sandy felt a finger sluicing through her dripping folds, and she managed to shuffle slightly back into the hand.   Mmm.   Oh yes.   Oh yes, like that.
    The hand stopped stroking and man said, “Take care of sis and I’ll take care of you.”   His hand caressed her bottom and she moaned again.
    Sandy had never felt so aroused.   She was certain she would go insane if she could not climax.   Pleasure.   I’m Pleasure.   They’re not going to hurt me.   She forgot about the agony her deceitful friend would be suffering.   Annika had, after all, gotten them into this mess.   She reached the tip of her tongue out to the spread pussy in front of her, and she heard the woman say, “That’s more like it.”   Her nipple was pinched gently and Sandy shivered in her suit.
    The man behind stroked her wet slit until she thought she would go mad.   He stopped when he felt her close to climax, and finally plunged his cock inside her gripping core.   Her muscles clenched frantically, yearning to thrust into him and relieve the constant irritation from the balm.
    “Damn, dad.   Have you tried these?” the man grunted out, plunging deep into Pleasure while she closed her eyes and obediently tended to his sister with her tongue.   All she had to do was keep lapping, and the wonderful cock kept filling her.
    “No.   That one is for pleasure, and I’m not certain I can control my anger with her friend.   The other one…” Jonathan sighed.   “It isn’t a good idea for me to use them