John Friday: Captive wives

"Beast!" she whined. "You're a savage, fucking beast!"

"Yeah!" Triumph flashed in his narrowed eyes. "You're vile! Lewd! Disgusting! Revolting and obsceeeeene!" The last word tightened into a shrill scream.

His knobby cock had pierced the tightly drawn lips of her cunt, slowing forcing them apart, spreading and straining her pussyftesh as he forced his cockhead in.

"Oh, God! I can't believe it! I'm being raped!" He laughed at her. "Your mouth bitches while your cunt begs for more!"

That was true. She could sense the wet friction in her sucking pussy. Bands of her clinging cunt muscle were spread, almost ripped apart, by the huge swelling of his cockhead, but they convulsed the instant the head of his prick passed through. Then they contracted and clutched his cock in an oily embrace.

"You dirty fucking bastard! Aaaaggghhh. Damn you… wife raper! You're shit, that's what you are. You're pure, stinking SHIT."

"Keep talking and I'll fuck your ass when I get through fucking your cunt!"

"Uuunnngh!" She shivered in disgust.

"Aaaaggghhhh!"

He rammed his cock a the way into her cunt. Hot and deep. Alice could feel him twisting his prick around at the root, mauling her puffed cunt mouth.

"Oooooh, your cock… it's hurting me. Stop. Don't twist your prick. Don't shove it so far IN!"

Stan lunged forward so the hairy stump of his big prick would grind on Alice's cunt with every thrust of his hips.

"Hhhhooo!" she moaned. She couldn't stand that more than a few seconds. He knew just the right moves to make her come.

Alice felt the ripping sparks of joy, the gathering pressure inside her cunt swirling like clouds before a thunder storm. Electric tension twisted every nerve.

"Shit," she groaned in a soft voice of surrender. "Fuck me, damn you. Fuck me hard. Rape me if you want to. Fuck my cunt until it's black and blue. Rape it! Twist my pussy… shit, I don't care!"

He increased the speed of his slamming thrusts, gasping and tensing as he felt the swell of his boiling jism. His cum throbbed in his nuts as they slapped against her thighs, it burned in the pulsing tube of his cock, and finally it gushed out his tortured prickhead to trigger her searing climax.

Breathless after he shot his last wad of jiz, Stan felt the tremors in his cock fading. Drained at last. He felt Alice's cunt grip his cock even tighter, quaking with spasms of intense delight.

Stan slowly raised his head, grinning expectanly. He wanted to see her face when he told her. He wanted to watch her expression when he said he'd decided to spend his vacation at the beach with a sexy little blonde he'd met at work.

"Stan did THAT to you?" Jana Moran couldn't believe it.

Alice had to open her long robe and show her best friend the red welts. They had faded by morning, but could still be seen.

Alice had called in sick. She wouldn't think of going to work looking or feeling the way she did. Her wrists and ankles still bore the raw marks of the tight knots that had bound them.

"And then he walked out on you?" Jana still found it hard to believe. But Alice was sobbing, nodding her head and swirling her damp, tangled hair.

"It took hours to wiggle free," Alice said with another wracking sob. "He's going to spend his vacation with some blonde tramp he met at work. I don't know if he'll ever come back to me…"

"Of course he will. You'll see."

Jana wanted to be of comfort, but she sounded unsure. She knew trouble had been building between them ever since Alice took that job at the store. She spread her arms and hugged her sobbing friend.

"He's a rotten bastard!" Alice said, choking back another sob.

"I know… I know." But Jana could not help feeling a tingle of excitement. "Tell me everything he did. You'll feel better if you get it all out." An eerie light flashed in Jana's misty eyes.

"He just went crazy!" Alice said. "He tore my nightgown off, ripped it to shreds and used long pieces to tie me to the bed, then… ooooooh." Her eyes darkened and flooded with tears. Between sorrowful gasps, Alice went on in vivid detail.

Jana kept sighing and casting envious glances that Alice couldn't see. "My husband Frank was never that horny. Not even on our wedding night!"

"It was awful, Jana. He just used me… then cast me aside like an old wet towel."

"Did he make you come?"

"Ugh, NO!" Alice would never admit that, not even to herself. But Jana could feel her convulsive shivers and thought she might not be telling the whole truth.

Hearing the details of Stan's lusty rage made Jana tingle with excitement. It made her own marriage seem so incredibly dull. Feeling the warm quiver of Alice's lush tits pressed against hers made Jana tingle even more. She'd always been curious about having sex with another woman, but never came this close before.

The front of Alice robe hung open and her naked body was trembling, almost as though she might climax again just from talking about what Stan had done. Jana reached up impulsively and stroked the side of one heaving tit.

"There, there," she cooed. "It's all right. I'll hold you and comfort you, and you'll forget all about it."

Her touch was so gentle and reassurlng that Alice warmed to it before she even paused to think what they were doing.

"That feels so good!" she said. "Nothing like Stan's vicious mauling hands."

"I know."

But Jana had to struggle to keep control. Her own tits were small, firm and topped with hard little nipples. The lush fullness of her friend's soft tits intrigued her. She found a thick, ripe nipple and circled it curiously with a finger.

"Hhhuuunngh!" Alice gasped. She could feel her nipple growing hard. "Jana…" she said weakly. "We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Why not?" the smaller woman asked. It pleased her to feel Alice tense and shiver beneath her touch.

"Because… because… I don't know!"

Jana was circling both her nipples now, teasing and drawing them full of rigid desire.

"Come over here," Jana said. "Lie down on the couch. It'll make you feel better – make you forget all about Stan and the awful beating he gave you."

"Oh, yes… I know you can do it." Stan's violence left Alice in a submissive mood, eager for tenderness and understanding. She shrugged off her robe and stretched herself naked on Jana's long, tufted velvet couch.

Jana wished she could be naked as well, but thought if she took time to undress herself, Alice might break from her blissful mood. She gulped an anxious breath, knelt beside her and softly kissed the nipple nearest her lips.

"Hhhhhaaaah!" Alice moaned as Jana's tongue eased out and stroked her nipple shyly. "Hhhooooo, yes! Do it, Jana… it feels so good. It helps me forget!"

Jana felt her own nipples tense. She hoped she could excite Alice enough to feel her and make her firm tits throb. She reached across Alice's chest and cupped her other tit in her small hand, letting the nipple slide between her fingers.

"Oooohhhhh!" Alice gasped in startled delight.

At his best, Stan had never fondled her so expertly. Maybe because Jana had tits of her own, she knew exactly what to do.

"I want to feel you too!" Alice cried.

Jana could only nod eagerly. She would not release her hold on Alice's big tit.

"Hhhhhaaagh!" Alice gasped with her eyes clamped shut in trembling joy. She searched blindly for the buttons of Jana's blouse.

The lithe, firm-breasted woman seldom bothered to wear a bra. Alice discovered this with a wail of joy when her fingers slid through the open front of her blouse and touched her warm, bare flesh.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Jana gasped. "Harder, Alice… milk my little titties!"

Alice's hand tightened on Jana's little tits. Her friend's nipples burned like tiny embers in the palms of her hands, and their heat touched some hidden nerve. Alice gasped and gave her friend's tits a savage squeeze with both hands.