Fighting for the meat

Robin had no intention of letting Paul fuck her ass with the monster sausage stuffed in her pussy. She was going to win this contest one way or the other.

Robin began grinding her pussy forward; another two inches of greasy meat pushed up into her belly.

But Heather wasn't going to lose this game without a fight. She reached down and grabbed the sausage.

"WACK!" Paul struck his young wife hard across her tits with a thick leather belt. "No hands, ladies!"

Robin was stunned by Paul's action, but less so than Heather. Robin pushed the younger woman over and thrust her pussy down hard on the sausage. Another two inches filled her pussy. Heather reached up, grabbed Robin's tits, squeezing and twisting Robin's nipples hard. Robin yelled in pain.

Heather seized the opportunity to push Robin back. Almost five inches of sausage slipped out of her pussy. Heather rolled over on top of the older woman and ground three or four inche of sausage into her pussy.

Robin, fearful of losing the game, saw her chance. Heather's firm, perfect tits hung down in front of her. Robin lifted her head, latched on, and bit down.

"AAAAAAUGH!" Heather screamed in pain. Robin lifted the younger woman and flipped her to the slide. Heather dropped ass-down on the floor. The sausage remain firmly up Robin's pussy - sticking up like an obscene bull's cock.

"Heather, my dear," Paul lifted his wife from the floor. "I'm sorry but you let the sausage escape your pussy. I told you what the penalty would be."

Paul reached down, grabbed the sausage, and pulled it from Robin's pussy.

"Robin, would you like to fuck my wife's ass with this sausage? Or would you like to whip her with this?" Paul held up the leather belt that he had used on Heather earlier.