Marvin Cox: Tied up neighbor wife

"Screw it, bitch," Mike said, biting the back of Sharon's neck. "Suck every bit of my hot cream up your [missing text]."

"Fuck it… fuck it," Brad said to his wife, pounding his cum into her shitter.

The two women climaxed over and aver, hardly able to believe that their bodies were capable of such responses. No sooner had one orgasm subsided when it was replaced with an even more powerful sensation.

Finally, they collapsed against each other from sheet exhaustion, although they both wanted more.

Slowly, Sharon seemed to come back to reality. Christ, if this was going to happen in one day, what would a whole two weeks bring?

Tied up and fucked over and over and over…

"Are you really going to keep me prisoner here for two weeks?" she asked, lifting her head.

"Sure am," Brad said.

"What if I try to escape?" Sharon said, a wicked glint in her eye.

"Then I guess I'll just have to… punish you," Brad answered.

"Something tells me I'm going to try to escape a lot!" Sharon giggled.

And so, the two weeks began.

After being allowed to leave, it took more than a day for Sharon's cunt to become normal again. Two weeks of hard fucking and sucking had left her bruised. So much, in fact, it was hard even walking the short distance from her neighbors house to hers.

She lay in the bathtub the entire day with he head just above water, wondering what was going on next door. She had left Nancy with them, although reluctantly.

As she thought about the men and all that had happened, she seemed more aware of her husband than ever. She sat up in the tub and felt a delicate throb between her legs.

"Oh, hurry home, Ron," she whispered. "I want what Nancy is getting… and I want it bad."

A short tune later, she lay stretched out on the bed, waiting for her husband to return from his two-week sales trip. Then, at three, she heard him drive up.

"Sharon?" Ron called out a few moments later. "You home, honey?"

"In here," Sharon said, her voice already throat with excitement. "I've been waiting for you."

Her husband walked into the room, then stopped short. His eyes lit up as he looked at her naked, voluptuous body.

"Baby, you can't imagine how much I've missed you," he said, swallowing hard. "But I'm going to make up for all those lonely nights."

"Come here," Sharon said, her eyes glinting with hunger. "I want you."

"Sure," Ron said, "and I want you." He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on her stomach. "What'd you do while I was gone?"

"Oh, nothing much," Sharon said, holding back a giggle. "Mostly tied up with the neighbors. Helping them get moved in."

"Really?" her husband said. "They nice people?"

"Very nice," Sharon answered. "I want you to get to know them like I did, OK?"

"Anything you say," Ron answered. He wasn't paying much attention to what she'd said. His full attention was on her sensuous, warm body. "I just missed you so," he added, kissing, her softly.

"Tie me up," Sharon said, remembering the pressure of the ropes over the past two weeks. "Yes… tie me up and fuck me hard, Ron!"

"Yeh?" Ron asked. "Why should I tie you up?"

"Don't you want it?" he began, "but if you want it and I want it, why tie you up?"

"Because I want you to… to take me, to rape me," she said. Just the words made her pussy ooze with fuck juice.

The delicate, opaque drops glistened deliciously in the curly, red-gold patch of cunt hair.

"Will you?" she asked, sitting up and stretching her legs a little wider.

"Sure," Ron gasped, his eyes on her steaming cunt opening. "Anything, baby."

Sharon reached to the side of the bed and grasped a coil of rope she had placed there earlier. She then ran the hemp over her body and let it fall, covering her pussy.

"Come and get it," she whispered, placing her hand under her melon like tits and lifting them. She ran her tongue out and wet the rose-colored nipples with her warm spit.

Ron stood up and shucked out of his clothes, popping several buttons in his excitement. When he was fully naked and his cock bobbed up and down, he got back in bed. He took the rope and began winding it around her body.

"Make it tight," Sharon said. "Mmmmmm, I want it to hurt… so good…"

Ron jerked out the slack, watching the rope squeeze into her soft, yielding flesh. Then, after trying a figure-eight around her breasts, he took the two ends and attached them to her wrists, which she held at the small of her back.

"My feet, too," Sharon said, stretching her legs in a spread-eagle position.

Ron shot her a strange look, then bounded off the bed. He opened the closet door and began digging through his clothes, finally coming up with two ties.

"Alright, baby, you want it rough I'll fucking give it to you rough," he said.

He knelt beside the bed and attached the tie to her right ankle. Then he tied the material to the frame of the bed. He repeated the action with her other ankle. His eyes glistened with animal-like lust.

"Mmmmmm, now fuck me, Ron," Sharon moaned. "Fuck me had… make me scream for you to stop and… don't…"

Ron bounded onto the bed and knelt between her outstretched legs. He looked down at her for a few seconds, memorizing the soft angles of her breasts as they lay rippling beneath the hard pressure of the ropes. He grabbed her shoulders.

"A fuck… or a suck?" he asked, his voice hoarse with hungry desire.

Sharon looked at his hard, naked body and almost swooned. Because she had been made so aware of her own body in the past two weeks, she looked at him in a new light.

God, was he handsome and virile! Thick muscles bulged at his arms and thighs, and his hairy chest was perfectly sculptured.

And his cock!

Giant and meaty, deliciously long. Just made for pleasing a horny woman.

"Take me," she whimpered, feeling her pussy throb violently. "God… I… I don't care what you do to me… just do it, and do it hard, you mother-fucker!"

Ron sat back on his haunches, then moved his hands to her thighs. He yanked them apart brutally, then lunged forward, biting down on her cunt with his bared teeth.

"God!" Sharon screamed out. His teeth were sharp, pricking the loose, rubbery folds of flesh at her pussy opening. "It… it hurts, you bastard!"

"Mnnnnmmm, want me to stop?" Ron murmured, jabbing his tongue fully inside her sweet fuck-hole. He could taste just a hint of blood, which inflamed his desires even more.

"No!" Sharon shrieked. She squirmed and writhed, bucked her crotch up against his face. "I want you to chew me up and eat my pussy inside you!"

Ron gouged his fingers into the flesh at the sides of her cunt and pulled her cunt lips as wide as he could. As her pussy stretched and the skin became mottled, the bit around the base of her cunt.

"Wow! Fucking hot," he groaned, scraping his teeth up the delicate column of flesh. "I think I could bite this thing off and eat it."

He was chewing on it so hard, Sharon thought for a moment that he would actually do it. But from the way her pussy was reacting, she really didn't care if he did. It was so totally good, it felt almost like she had a cock up her cunt.

"Screw me… God, take me… do it all to me, you bastard," she begged, her eyes wide with lust. She felt passion rip through her body like a knife. "Take me… take me hard!"

Ron began eating and licking greedily, soon filling the room with noisy smacks. And each time he dug his tongue inside the smoldering fuck-hole, he felt it tighten, spit out more succulent pussy juices.

"Yes… yes, lick my pussy," Sharon breathed, her voice barely audible. Her climax was already rumbling, ready to fill her guts. "In and out… like that, sweetheart. Make it a hard cock… screw me… eat me!"