John Friday: Cuffed and whipped wife

Lanore knew better than to beg for relief. In Gill's present frame of mind, it only would have made him fuck harder. She tried to rein, to tell her body that there might be some pleasure to be found in even the most savage abuse.

Her body wouldn't listen. Gill was in her ass to the root, grinding his cock-hair on the hot whipped cheeks of her tender ass. It made the X-welt burn.

As a last resort, the nearly distraught blonde decided to try a little reverse psychology. "I love it!" she screamed. "Ooh, Gill! Your cock feels so good, so deep in my ass! Fuck me hard! Punish me with your hot prick, I deserve it! I need it! I want it!"

"Grungh!" he roared, responding with a series of deep reaming jackhammer thrusts.

Lanore shuddered and cringed, thinking that she might pass out as fiery sparks of pain shot through her.

Her fingers had been almost numb until that moment, the circulation cut off by tightly locked steel bands. As feeling flared back, Lanore realized there was something strangely exciting about being bound and helpless.

When Al had fucked her, she'd dismissed the sensation as just being part of the thrill that came with a new and, different cock. Lanore was actually enjoying the cruelty of restraint. It added some perverse pleasure.

She humped her back with a grunt and twisted to meet Gill's next angry cock thrust.

"Fuck it in harder!" she told him. "Rape my ass! Use it for your lewd pleasure!"

She jarred his loins with the willing spiral thrusts of her ass. Gill wasn't quite sure what to do then. He had started out wanting to hurt her, but if pain was what she enjoyed most, how could he do that?

He settled into what was his normal fucking rhythm, fucking slow and deep, taking enough time to savor all the wringing pleasures Lanore knew how to give. But this was her inexperienced asshole, not a clever pussy. The muscles of her ass had never done anything but squeeze out shit before.

Gill found even that instinctive motion to be exquisite. She tried to drive him out as he was in pleasure.

He began to moan ecstatically, driving in and twisting around in the sleek, tight friction of his young wife's luscious ass.

Lanore's reverse psychology was working – and not just on Gill. When she heard him gasp sounds of pleasure, that inspired her.

In fact, she found herself responding to the deep, twisting cock thrusts she had detested only moments before. She groaned, "Ungh, you bastard! You're making me like it!"

"You'd like fucking a flagpole," he shot back.

"Uungh, but I love to fuck your big cock. I even like it up my ass now!"

"Yeah, I can tell!" It was like trying to ride a mechanical bull in one of the country western bars. Lanore's ass was in a wild fuck frenzy.

She had figured out how to reverse the instinctive motions that squeeze shit out, and she controlled them to pull Gill's cock deeper in, to cling and milk warmly when his prick had sunk to the root.

"Aaagggh!" he roared, feeling the surge of fluid pressure in his balls. He clamped the muscles at the base of his cock and tried to hold back, but that couldn't be done.

Gill fired and fucked her shithole full. Slick cum glossed his cock, and he fucked her harder still, until neither of them had the strength to move.

Later, when they were both breathing almost normally, Lanore said timidly, "I haven't made up yet for all the awful things I did. But I have an idea."

"What's that?" Gill wanted to know. Having seen a new side of his wildly horny young wife, he was immediately suspicious.

"You said you want to fuck Marilee, and I think I can arrange it. Al will, be at work all day tomorrow. She and I are good friends… it won't be hard to get her over here."

"And what are you going to do then? I might want to fuck her all day long."

Lanore finally gathered enough courage to turn her head around. It was hard the way her wrists were cuffed.

"I want to watch," she said with a blush.

"What?"

"Al's a great fuck, but, I still think you could teach Marilee a thing or two. And I would love to see your cock sink into her slinky cunt!"

Gill took in a deep breath. His blood was still boiling, but he just couldn't remain angry with his sexy blonde wife. He got the handcuff key and unlocked the metal bands.

"Are you going to let me go?"

He said. "I'm ready to fuck that cunt of yours now."

Lanore grinned with more lewd delight than she had since their honeymoon. If everything went all right tomorrow, Lanore had no doubt that her marriage would be saved.

And if she could get a thing going between Gill and Marilee, she'd be able to fuck Al whenever she wanted. Lanore's soft, sensuous lips curved into a grin.

Getting Marilee to the house turned out to be no problem at all. She knocked on the Gilimans' front door soon after Lanore got out of bed Gill was sleeping late, as he usually did, because of working the swing shift. And he would probably sleep even later today, weary after fucking his wife most of the night.

Lanore was still blury-eyed when she answered the door, fetchingly gowned in a filmy black covering.

"Oh, hi," she said sleepily.

"Don't oh hi me, you little bitch!" Marilee pushed into the house like a raven haired Goddess of wrath. "Al talks in his sleep," she said curtly, kicking the door shut behind her. "And last night all he did was talk about you!"

"I'm not responsible for your husband's dreams," Lanore said defensively.

"He did more than dream, you bitch! We fucked before going to sleep and he hardly had any cum at all. I know the lawn mower was off for a long time yesterday afternoon. He was over here, wasn't he? My husband fucked you right after yours went to work!"

"Marilee, how can you even think such a thing?"

"Because I've seen the two of you making goo-goo eyes at each other every time we get together. That's how!"

Marilee pushed forward aggressively, and Lanore could only stumble back. Her neighbor was six feet tall, only an inch shorter than her husband and Gill – a towering beauty with long black hair.

She wore a tight pair of silky black pants that made her long, shapely legs look even more elegant, and a snow-white halter top that hugged her jutting tits.

"Fess up, he did it, didn't he? Al finally got into your pants, he's been wanting to do it since we moved in!" Marilee's voice was close to being a scream.

"Yes, God damn it! Keep your voice down. Gill is trying to sleep!" she said with muted urgency.

"Does he know?" Marilee demanded, not lowering her voice the least little bit.

"Yes, he tanned my ass with his belt last night and finally got it out of me."

"Well, that's not the only tanning your ass is in for." Marilee lunged and grabbed a handful of long blonde hair, whipping Lanore around before she could even make a sound.

She was being pushed forward toward the couch. Lanore tripped over the coffee table, lunged forward and hit her head against the wall. Marilee came right along with her, still yanking hard on her long hair.

"Al kept mumbling something about hand cuffs," the black-haired beauty said. "Where are they?"

"Ungh, damn it, stop pulling my hair! They were on the coffee table until you pushed me over it. I was getting Gill's things together for work this afternoon."

"Yes, here they are!" Marilee held Lanore's golden hair in a twisted, vise-like grip with one hand while she groped around with the other. "Be glad I didn't find his gun first, because I might have blown those brains out!"

Marilee was much stronger than Lanore. She pushed the struggling blonde face down on the couch and wrenched both arms behind her. She snapped the cuffs on with startling east and locked them tight.

"What are you going to do?" Lanore gasped weakly.