Sadopsychorama

Lon's desire to release his juices increased but he fought the impulse to spew....he did not want this crazy bitch to make him cum...a picture of Cly's face arose in his mind at the instant he saw it reared behind the raping bitch...he could feel the crazy hot-hag's orgasm approaching - her knees were clenching on either side of him...the phallic protrusion itself spending longer periods buried to the hilt in his ass...up his asshole. She leaned over panting, tongue lolling in circles criss-cossing the air...she put her lips to his ear. Lon could feel the strange texture of the stocking on his skin and she whispered, no longer with the microphone, voice in clear, whispered, gasping phrases...."You..........love........to be ass - fucked..........don't you....." The sound sent a horrifyingly delicious thrill through his body as he felt his balls surge, ready to pump their flow through his cock.

The lady was pulled violently away and Lon gasped as the cock exited his rear....Cly was pummeling her, reaching for the plastic cock and grasping at her stockinged head..."You Bitch - you fucking sick BITCH!", Cly screamed slapping at her. Lon turned his head to the ceiling staring into the void counting the squares in Cly's ceiling to block the scene from his mind. He heard their turmoil knocking furniture and slamming into the door but the sound which roused his mind was the creeping footsteps slowly approaching the base of the bed. Lon slowly looked down dreading the sight of the all too real throbbing organ situated below the gorgeous belly of the blonde. She walked slowly, unconsciously mimicking his helpless gestures - his bottom jaw flapping uncontrollably. Her eyes screwed up in a sympathetic gesture as she closed in and the edge of her cock brushed the outside of his rectum. Lon shivered as he contemplated the proffered act. The struggle beyond the bed reached a crescendo and Lon saw Cly get the upper hand - inwardly cheering for a second he almost laughed as she forced her head up and wrenched at the stocking shroud pulling it hard and off......the trans-gender organ applying more pressure to his puckering orifice. Poised and ready!