Pamela Cooper - The wife_s horny in-laws

Without warning, Trish felt her tormentor bring his palm down across her quivering ass with a tremendous, resounding slap, and she could feel the welt rise from her ass flesh.

"Stop, Mike," she pleaded, "please."

Again his hand fell and the echoing smack of his sweating palm across her reddening ass filled the room.

"Naaaaaahhhhh!" she screeched, struggling vainly against the tight bonds that held her trussed like a pig. And even through the searing pain, through the teeth-gritting slaps, Trish was horrified to find that her guts had begun to churn in the first stages of orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, it hurts," Trish panted, flinching at the blow that she knew was coming.

"Shit!" Mike said, always keeping up the rapid, deep strokes of his fucking hips, "you ain't seen nothing yet. By the time I'm finished whipping this sweet ass of yours, it's gonna look like hamburger."

For a couple of minutes, Trish was afraid that his words were no exaggeration. Over and over, his hand rose and fell with jarring punctuality. Red palm prints stood out all over her abused ass.

"Just let me know when you've decided to be a good little girl," Mike hissed between blows, "and I'll make your ass feel good instead of bad."

For only a moment, Trish tried to concentrate on the wonderful, hot feel of his cock fucking into her cunt, but only for a moment. Every time she was able to relax enough to really feel his huge prick, Mike's hard hand would strike her ass, causing all the muscles in her body to contract.

Oh God, she thought, I can't stand it. It's no choice at all, but it's better than going on with this beating. Either I put up with the beating, or I let him shove that hideous thing up my ass.

"Come on, bitch," Mike said, slapping her again. "All you gotta do is say the word."

"No," Trish groaned. "I… I won't." Her voice broke, and she chewed on her lower lip, tasting blood.

The agony became so intense that she could hardly even breathe. Mike's hand was like a hot iron searing the quivering flesh of her ass. She could stand no more without fainting, she told herself. And yet, each time she thought she was almost at the point of oblivion, a new threshold of pain would be reached and surpassed. The spasms ripped through her pussy until finally she had to act.

"All right!" Trish gasped. "All right! Stop! Do anything you want. Just stop beating me!"

"Do you want your ass fucked with the rope, slut?" Mike asked.

"Just… please stop beating me," Trish pleaded.

"No, no, bitch. You've gotta beg for it. You've gotta beg to have your ass fucked," Mike said, bringing his hand down once more. "Beg, you whore! Beg!"

"Yes!" Trish screamed. "Fuck me with the rope. Please fuck my ass! Anything! Cram it up my… anything!"

"That's a good little whore," Mike teased, lowering his hand. "Now your loving brother will kiss it and make it all better." He bent forward, the angry head of his cock popping out of her pussy with a slurping sound, and ran his tongue over the masses of welts that covered her tortured ass.

The scrape of Mike's hot, rough tongue over her wounded ass sent shocks of pain through Trish's pain-racked body. It was nearly as bad as the burning blows of his hand had been before.

"Christ, you've got a beautiful ass," Mike said, sucking and biting gently at the flesh of her bruised asscheeks. "I'm just gonna love reaming your ass out with this rope – and then with my big cock."

Before, it had been pain that washed through Trish's voluptuous body. Now it was joy. It raced back and forth, putting bumps down her spine, making her nipples so erect that they ached.

"Mike, please, can't you just fuck me?"

Trish pleaded, her throat going dry with hunger for his prick.

"Don't worry about that," Mike replied, pushing his hand between her legs and pressing it up into the folds of her wet cunt lips. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet pussy… and your asshole. All at the same time."

"No, just my cunt," Trish groaned, feeling her pussy lips wrapping around his invading fingers. "Please, don't hurt my ass any more. I can't stand it."

"You mean you can't even stand something like this?" Mike asked. Bending suddenly, he ran the tip of his tongue into the crack of her ass. He licked downward to the tight, puckered ring of her asshole, and then he pushed the pointed tip inside.

Trish nearly fainted from the feeling of having his probing tongue shoved inside her ass. It was slippery and hot, like a cock. But somehow, it was even better because of the agility with which it flicked and twisted. Aching pleasure raced through her ass. Her cunt cream spread over his probing hand.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh… that's wonderful," she grunted, pushing back against his face. "Suck my ass! Lick it! Shove your tongue in… your prick… anything!"

Trish had never been though anything like this before. So much pain, but at the same time, she felt as if she were drowning in an ocean of pleasure. God, that squirming tongue!

"Goddamn you!" Trish screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck your big cock into my ass and spray me full of cum!"

Mike rose from licking her ass, and she wanted to scream from the throbbing absence of his tongue. And then, something hard pushed against the itching, puckered assring. She knew it was the rope sash, but Trish didn't give a damn. The thing was stiff and coarse, scratching and scraping its way into her guts as he pushed the length of it through her asshole.

But the young woman's ass was burning with a fiery itch, and she didn't care how Mike did it as long as he scratched that awful itch.

Deeper, deeper the stiff braid of the cord burrowed into her ass guts. Trish realized that the pain had become only a dim memory, lost in the mounting joy. Finally, Mike stopped pushing it in. There was only enough cord left hanging from her asshole for him to use as a handle.

In an instant, the man suddenly hunched forward, burying the immense hardness of his cockhead between her weeping cunt lips and deep into her pussy. Slowly, he fucked the pulsing cockshaft into her cunt. Trish thought she was going out of her mind. The pain in her ass had returned, but it was good.

"Yesssss!" Trish grunted, humping back to meet his plunging prick.

"Swallow it all up your cunt, you whore bitch!" Mike said, releasing his hold on the rope and getting both hands full of her firm, round tits. "Mmmmmmm, yeah, fuck all you want, slut. Drive yourself nuts. When you cream, I've got a surprise that's gonna take your fucking head off."

Trish didn't even hear his words. The only thing real in her world was the plunging slab of cock that fucked through the hole of her cunt, and the massive, hard lump that filled her asshole and bounced teasingly against the backs of her bucking thighs.

"Oh, yes… oh, God, yes!" she shrieked.

"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast!"

Mike was fucking her cunt brutally, and Trish felt his cock swell to unbelievable dimensions inside her. Before she knew it, her cunt seemed to be stretching farther than she had ever imagined possible. Every time he fucked into the wetness of her pussy guts, his swollen cockhead seemed to lodge in her stomach.

"Fuck on it, you cock-hungry slut!" Mike panted, his body throbbing as every muscle flexed. "All the way into your belly. Take it, bitch!"

Trish felt her whole body quiver like jelly. Pleasure swept through her as she convulsed with orgasm after racking orgasm in her cunt and in the rope-stuffed ring of her ass. As the muscles in her ass contracted, she could distinctly feel the hard, rough shape of the rope cord.

"Now!" Trish shrieked. "Do it now!" Mike seemed to go crazy. He began pounding his cock into her pussy even more savagely than before. At the same time, he gave a fierce tug on the rope that ripped its length through the sensitive mouth of her asshole.