"Okay babe, you can have air when you start sucking me right. Until then, all you get is hard cock!"
The Judge started to rapidly piston his red hot dick in and out of her mouth in deep strokes, pounding away, bloated balls tapping on her upturned chin as she struggled under him for air. Katrina's lungs were burning as he squeezed off her air without warning, before she could even get a deep breath to hold and sustain her. She was starting to black out. She felt as though she was starting to die and reflexively acted in desperation to save herself. On his next out stroke, with his swollen head just inside of her lips and poised to plunge in, she bit him, hard. Her teeth clamped together just behind the swollen glans of his dick head. Her sharp canines broke skin on the top and the serrated edges of her two lower front teeth made a deep gash in the underside.
"Yaaaaaaaa! AAAAh! AAAAAAAAAh! What the fuck?! You bit me! The bitch bit me! I'm, . . . I'm bleeding! The fucking bitch Bit Me!"
The Judge was hopping around the room in pain, holding his cock, blood dripping out and running down the palm of his hand.
"Get the slut outta here! Get Her Out, Sheryl!" Jesus, the little slut bit me!"
Sheryl was stunned at the sudden turn of events and was frozen in place at first, mouth still over Katrina's dripping cunt lips, fingers holding her inner thighs apart.
. . .
Returning to the present, Katrina's reverie was broken by the sound of the Judge's loud moan as her mental picture from the past of the Judge hopping around in pain dissolved and the scene in front of her came back into focus. Marisa was standing behind his upthrust ass, left hand holding the warmed squeeze bottle of mineral oil, right hand cupped under his ass crack as a stream of the warm, viscous oil streamed out of the bottle's nozzle down his crack and pooled in the upturned palm of her hand. The Judge was panting, fat belly hanging down and jiggling as he felt the warm lubricant run down his crack, past his yearning anus. Although his legs were splayed, his arms pinned to the side posts and his head trapped in the stocks, he still managed to wiggle his bottom a little and reach back with it, rubbing himself against her small, slick hand. Marisa looked over at Katrina and smiled as she saw the Judge's reaction. Katrina smiled back in response.
"You're a real slut, aren't you John," Marisa said as she playfully slapped him on the raw, red cheek of his birch whipped ass. The Judge jumped in response to the stinging blow and then stopped immediately when Marisa started to circle his sensitive little anal button with her tiny middle finger. The Judge moaned again through his widely opened mouth, jaws still held as wide as they would go by the dental appliance. Saliva dripped down his chin as he couldn't close his lips to stop it. She slid her middle finger in up to the first knuckle. A low murmur of satisfaction came from deep in the Judge's throat. Marisa slipped her left hand down to his pendulous balls and circled his scrotum just above his nuts with her thumb and forefinger. She slowly drew them down, stretching his scrotal sack as she penetrated his ass further with her middle finger. The Judge's moans got louder and more urgent. Marisa continued her downward pressure on his balls as she slid her middle finger in up to the hilt. Her third knuckle pressed against his sensitive anus and her oiled palm pressed against the inner walls of his ass cheeks, spreading them further.
Marisa paused for a few moments to take in the scene. Although the Judge's freedom of movement was severely restricted, he managed to start humping himself on her stiffened middle finger with short thrusts of his ass. Marisa pulled down harder on his balls to see what effect it would have. He groaned loudly in response and squeezed down hard on her invading finger with his sphincter muscle. She put the tip of her ring finger on the puckered opening, stiffened it and slid it in beside her middle finger.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" The Judge grunted in surprise as his anal opening was being stretched by her second invading finger. Marisa adjusted her grip on his nuts, closing the other fingers of her left hand around his ball sack and squeezing it as she tugged them down. The Judge reacted to the squeezing sensation immediately with a loud grunt and mildly frantic wiggling of his behind. Marisa tightened her grip and thrust her ring finger all the way into his rectum. She slowly worked both fingers in and out, spreading them apart to stretch his hole. The tight grip on his balls and penetrating fingers in his ass brought the Judge to a fever pitch. Despite the grip on his nuts, he humped back in rhythm to meet her plunging fingers. The head of his dick sticking out of the restraining tube was grossly swollen and dark purple in color. With no restraining tube, he would have come immediately, just from the pressure on his nuts and prostrate.
Marisa added her forefinger to the invading digits, sliding it in with some difficulty through his tight, resisting opening.
"Aaaaa! AAAaaaaa! Ahhhhhhhhh! The Judge grunted as he felt her third finger slide in. Despite the tiny width of her fingers, three of them together stretched him beyond anything he had used on himself and he felt a sharp pain as his incredibly tight sphincter stretched to accommodate her digits. He stopped humping back and was very still as she pressed her fingers in with steady pressure, using his balls like a handle for leverage. She was nearly in to the third knuckle when she suddenly turned and twisted her fingers, plunging them in as far as they would go, withdrawing them to the tips and then twisting and plunging them in again. Like a router, she was opening his hole, stretching the walls of his rectum and coating them with oil at the same time.
The Judge was panting heavily as she opened him up. She spread her fingers slightly, opening him further and then began a rapid, piston like motion, twisting her hand to get the full effect. The Judge grunted in time to the thrusts. His legs shook uncontrollably as the pressure on his prostrate was almost unbearably painful and pleasurable at the same time. He reflexively thrust out with his groin with each thrust of her fingers into his ass but with the restraining tube tightly gripping his dick he could not orgasm or derive any feeling of pleasure from his squeezed manhood.
Marisa was bursting with lust at the sight and feel of her fingers reaming out the Judge. The smell of sex and sweat and oil was intoxicating. The urge to fuck him was overwhelming. She inched up a little closer to his ass, released his balls and with her now free hand guided the tip of her dildo to the crack of his ass and pushed it so it rested lightly on the penetrating fingers of her other hand. As she withdrew those fingers she thrust her hips forward, sliding the ersatz dick into his gaping hole, replacing her fingers. The Judge felt the change in girth but before he could react, she had half the dildo shoved into him.
With the fingers of her right hand slick with oil, she gripped his pendulous, hanging balls tightly and pulled down on them hard with a sudden jerking motion. Just as the Judge was reacting to the sudden pain in his nuts, she thrust her hips forward, plunging the remaining length of the six inch dildo into his ass, opening virginal rectal territory that had not been reached by her tiny fingers.
OH! OH! OHHhhhhhhhhhh! Gach! AAAAAaaaaaaaaaHHhhhhhhhh! The Judge screamed from deep in his throat as Marisa rammed her dick home in one vicious thrust. Marisa felt his entire ass and anal sphincter contract in an involuntary spasm to halt the sudden invasion. Too late. She was already in him up to the hilt. He had never felt anything like it. It had taken his breath away. He was stunned, frozen in place. Marisa paused for a few moments and then began a slow circular motion with her hips, grinding her groin into him, pressing the leather crotch plate of her harness against his squeezing sphincter, feeling the inner dildo press and rub against her g-spot. She changed her grip on his nuts, releasing them momentarily, bringing her arm around his thigh and then gripping them tightly in her palm as she pressed her cock into him as deeply as it would go. She added a short pumping motion to the circular grind, withdrawing the latex dick a couple of inches before ramming it home, finishing each deep thrust with a series of circular grinds into his crack. With each deep thrust, the Judge let out an involuntary grunt, "Unghh," as the air was forced out of him by the force of her thrust.
