Marvin Cox: Tied up neighbor wife

"Back to my cock, you little prick hound," he said, forcing his cockhead between her lips. "I'm ready to blow your little throat full of hot cunt."

The instant Sharon gobbled down on his prick, her mouth was full of surging, milky warmth. She choked violently as the juices shot, into the back of her throat and seemed to explode.

"Aaaghhhhh," she spluttered, sending a creamy spray of molten jism into his crotch hairs.

"That's it, whore," Brad said, heaving his hips back and forth. "Load that little cum eating mouth up and hold onto it. I want you to blow some of my cum into my shitter and suck it back out."

His words inflamed Sharon with a hunger she hadn't thought possible. She sucked and pulled wildly on his cock, trying to collect every precious drop. And each time he forced in another shot of cum, she experienced a convulsion of climax between her legs.

Nancy's face was completely trapped, the woman's tongue forced deeply into Sharon's pussy.

"Now, cocksucker," Brad grunted, jerking her mouth off his cock and forcing her face under his body, "spit it in and lick it back out!"

Sharon locked her lips firmly around his shitter opening and thrust the cum into his asshole with her tongue. After her mouth was empty, she sucked hungrily, drawing the sweet fluid back into her mouth.

"Ohhhh, God," she screamed out, her voice a gurgling vibration inside his asshole.

A convulsive spasm of raw pleasure constricted her cunt walls, then burned around her opening. She felt rich masses of pussy juice ooze around Nancy's probing tongue. She gave another moan, again spitting Brad's cum into his shitter.

"Christ, that's good," Brad grunted, grinding his ass around. "Suck, eat out every fucking drop, bitch!"

Sharon sucked his ass dry, then turned her head to one side, shivering as the rich, creamy fluid crept into the back of her throat and trickled into her stomach.

"Delicious," she murmured, her pussy still quivering with the subsiding pangs of climax. "I loved doing that to you."

When he pulled away, Sharon relaxed, her eyes half-closed. Nancy was still licking and chewing happily away on her cunt, but her body was numb from so much pleasure.

Seconds later, however, she felt another itch inside her cunt. She spread her legs and pushed her hips upward. Nancy's tongue was like a limp, slippery cock, sliding wonderfully over her quivering pussy membranes.

"Eat me," she gasped, looking down at Nancy's lovely face. "Nibble on my clit. It feels like it's on fire!"

Nancy pulled Sharon's cunt opening wide with her fingers. When the tiny, rubbery clit was fully revealed, she sank her teeth into the tender base. She bit hard, then pulled her teeth upward.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Sharon screamed out, bucking violently. "Yes… just like that! Lick my clit!"

As her orgasm peaked, she closed her eyes. An instant later, she felt Nancy's pussy against her face. She opened her eyes and parted her lips. And as the last electric jolt of climax pierced her body, mouth was molded to cunt, cunt to mouth.

Both women screamed, seemed to share the same release.

And as they writhed together, Brad's eyes widened with pleasure. He reached out and picked up the telephone receiver. He dialed a number and spoke quickly. When he hung up, be looked back at the women. They were squirming together like mating snakes.

"Gonna have some company," he smiled. So it's really going to happen, Sharon thought. Three cocks at the same time! And what did Brad mean about them being even meaner than him? Surely he was kidding!

And what the hell, if they weren't kidding, and planned on keeping her tied up for two weeks it couldn't be all that bad.

She would live to laugh at those words.

With Nancy and Brad in another part of the house, Sharon looked at the man who stood in the doorway. She felt her heart skip a beat. Ruggedly handsome, his body bulging with thick, meaty muscles, he seemed to dominate her with his cold stare.

She suddenly felt like a virgin, almost afraid of what was going to happen. And why had Nancy and Brad left, anyway? Brad had promised her that she would have all three of the men at the same time.

"I'm Mike," the man said finally, walking into the room and closing the door. "You're Sharon?"

Sharon was beginning to feel ridiculous.

Tied up naked like this, in a room with a perfect stranger she wished she'd never even suggested the horrible thing.

Before she could ask him to untie her, however, he moved over and did exactly that. He then sat on the bed and gently kissed the bruised flesh of both her wrists.

For some reason, Sharon thought, she should be relieved. She was now free, and from the way the man acted, he would more than likely let her go. But instead of being more relieved, she felt more tense.

"Well? You want it?" the man said, his voice a rich baritone. "Or do you want to leave? Looks like you've been roughed up a little."

What a liar Brad was. This man was as gentle as a lamb! But what a hulking gant. Thick, curly hair surrounding a square face, and blue eyes. And those shoulders! A yard wide, she would swear. His form, even fully clothed, was enough to cause her blood to boil.

"No… I want to stay here," she whispered. "With you."

"And what do you want me to do?" the man asked, smiling for the first time.

"Take off your clothes and fuck the living shit out of me," Sharon said, feeling a sense of urgency.

In a way, this was an even better challenge than with Brad. She had to convince him that she truly wanted it. She suddenly felt powerful. She began tearing at his clothes, gasping as his naked flesh came into view. With clothes, he was beautiful; without them, perfect. Not an ounce of fat anywhere, and that cock!

"Sweet prick," she moaned, stroking the monster cock to life. "I want you to screw me full of hard cockmeat."

When the man was fully naked, he pushed her down on the bed and placed his right hand on her pussy. At the same time, he kissed her passionately on the mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, baby, you're hotter than a firecracker," he whispered.

"You can make it even hotter if… if you do it to me," Sharon gasped into his mouth. "Do it hard… make it hurt."

"I don't go in for that too much," Mike said. "I like to treat my women gentle."

Sharon felt her excitement grow, instead of diminish. She would have control now, tell him what she wanted. And then she would demand it.

"Tie me back up and… and… fuck me!" she said, clawing at his back with, her nails. "It was the best with Brad. Make it better, please."

"You sure?" Mike said, pulling away. "I mean, you know what you're asking?"

"Yes," Sharon whispered, her voice filled with lust.

To her surprise, the man moved off the bed and walked into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he reentered the bedroom, holding a long, water-dripping towel in his right hand. Then, with surprising strength, he began tearing the towel into shreds.

While she watched with growing fascination, he approached the bed and tied one length of wet cloth to her right wrist. He then attached another strand to her left one. After checking the knots, he did the same thing to her ankles.

"Want it standing up?" he asked, giving her a hungry look that startled her.

"I… I don't care," Sharon said, her heart in her throat. She looked from his face to his cock. The gigantic shaft was bobbing, gently slapping his stomach. "Just fuck me with that."

Mike pulled her off the bed and moved her backward until she was up against the wall. He then attached the shreds of cloth to the locks at the bottoms of the two windows at her sides. He then kicked her legs apart and tied the other pieces of cloth to the handle of a heavy, oak dresser to her left, and the doorstop beside the closet door.