John Friday - Neighbors in bondage

Deaf and blind to the rest of the world, their two bodies pitched and tossed. Their voices wailed, sounds twisted and intertwined, increasing to an untamed howl of frenzied delight.

Brad flogged her dripping cunt slit with all the heated strength of his long prick. The sudden violence of his thrusts pitched Laura forward. She felt her tits squashed flat in his grasping hands while her white, round-domed ass bobbed and twitched with a restless yearning.

Her husband Rod entered the room just then. He fell weak against the door frame, stunned and gaping. In a half whisper of shock he said, "What the shit?"

Laura heard nothing but the demanding slap of Brad's meaty young loins and the gushing, slurping sounds that answered from her steaming slit. The speed and savage violence of his cunt-ripping assault increased.

Not for an instant did Brad pause to think the lusty bitch astride him was old enough to be his mother, or that she was married and usually fucked by a grown man. All he could feel or think about was the sweltering lust of her sucking cunt. It pulled and strained with soft pink lips as he drew back with his long prick. Then it squeezed with the slinky friction of wet velvet when he slammed back in.

She rasped some cruel obscenity each time he bucked and battered her puffy cunt lips. Then with in-drawn breath, she murmured jumbled sounds of joyous expectation when he pulled back for the next cunt-reaming thrust.

Rod had guessed what was going on all the time he was fucking sexy little Cindy. He knew Laura better than to think she and a lusty young stud would be unpacking and arranging dishes in the cupboards. But seeing it, watching that huge, hat young cock rip in and out of his wife's juicy cunt made his passions flare.

He first felt a chilling rage. His limp hands balled into fists of stone. But the longer he watched, the more his feeling warmed. Laura's smooth-domed, tight-lipped little ass bobbed so invitingly before his eyes.

Rod thought Cindy had drained his balls and wrung out his middle-aged cock like a wet rag, but watching the two of them – his wife and this hard muscles, well-hung young kid – made his angry prick burn.

Brad released his mauling grasp on Laura's soft tits and snaked his long arms around to her ass. He clawed the firm cheeks of her jerking ass, clamping one in each wide stretched hand as he squeezed and pulled them apart.

Now as their two bodies rocked, fused by the heat of his long cock, the round brown lips of her little shithole lay bare, throbbing and pulsing with forbidden desire.

Brad remembered well the stinging shock when first worked a finger up his ass… then the maddening swell of molten pleasure that scented to flow from her wiggling finger tip. He slid one hand into the smooth cleft and toyed with its dark lips.

"Hhhhuuuuhhhh?" Laura twitched her ass and squeezed to clamp it shut. The heat of Brad's hot thick cock was enough, at least for now. "Not yet," she gulped in feeble protest. "I… I… I'm not ready for that!"

"Neither was I," Brad growled back without missing a beat. He circled his long middle finger around the dark ring and felt it squirm beneath his touch.

"I… I… I…" Laura's stuttering protest tightened into a piercing wail. "Eeeeeeeyyyy-eeeeeyyyyyhhh!" Brad twisted his rough fingertip like a drill, spreading her puckered and clenched little shit lips. "You bastard!" she roared as he augered it in. "You ass fucking punk!"

The bed and Laura's twitching shithole faced the door. Rod had a perfect view. Brad's thick cock kept up its beating throb, wet and shining with the warm oil that gushed from Laura's cunt. And above that, Brad's finger squirmed deeper into the tight little tube of her ass.

Laura reeked a lusty scent. It flowed from her seething pussy, pumped out by each stroke of Brad's huge cock. Thick and low, it seemed to drift like fog in a swamp. Brad sucked in the smell with each rapid breath. His nostrils flared and his lungs burned from the sticky-sweet scent if cunt.

Rod caught a whiff of it over by the door. And with it, he breathed in the rank, raw stench of her tortured ass. That oozed and flowed to flood the room as Brad reamed her ass as hard and fast as he could.

Laura cried, "Noooooo!" But the sound came weak for lack of breath. Waves of sharp pain rippled up her spine. It rattled in her skull, loud and ringing like a cymbal crash. Then it flowed back soft and warm and made her clinging shithole squirm.

"I love it!" Laura squealed. "Ream my ass! Stab it… shove it full… oooooh, fuck and double fuck!"

She threw herself down on Brad's bulging cock and screwed her hips against its thick root. Then she heaved back with her ass upraised and spiraled her ass on his wiggling finger.

If thick black smoke had spewed from her shithole, she would not have been surprised. It felt that hot. Her innermost nerves flamed and twisted, convulsing with double waves of lusty desire.

Rod could stand it no more. Watching them had swollen his cock to a long burning wand. It bulged in his pants, hot and throbbing with furious desire, until he stripped naked to set it free.

His prick lanced up at a sharp angle. Blue veins ribbed its length, pulsing in silent fury and the long prick still glistened, sleek and wet with cum and oil from little Cindy's tight young cunt.

A slow grin erased the look of rage that had twisted Rod's face when he first walked in the room. The blue-steel glare in his eyes had hazed with the steaming heat of his desire. He walked silently toward the bed, beating on his throbbing cock with one hand.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Laura moaned as she squirmed back for another finger-reaming. "Hhhhoooo!" as she squirmed down again on Brad's big prick. "Hhhhuuuuuhhhhh!" The finger twisting in her shithole sent joyous tremors up Laura's back. "Wwwwhhhhaaaaa?" she questioned, when she squirmed and it wasn't there.

Rod kept thumping his swollen prick as he reached out with his free hand. Slowly, but firmly, he pried Brad's finger from the frenzied squeezing of his wife's dark ass hole. It tumbled and thrashed, frantically grabbing at sudden emptiness.

"Hhhhhaaaarrrggh!" Laura rocked back again, her puckered shithole begging to be rammed.

Rod's grin pulled into a wicked curve and he angled his swollen cockhead toward her hole. "Yyyyyaaaaeeeeehhh!" she cried when she felt its smoldering warmth. "Aaaaggghhh!" she yelped when he worked it in.

Brad never stopped to think what was going on. He thought it was Laura's hand that dragged him from her ass. Denied that soft dark place, he dug between her legs to find her clit.

The ruby knob of Rod's thick cock strained the taut lips of Laura's ass. "Yyyy… eeeehhhhh!" Her small waves of pleasure crested sharply and became a raging storm. It was Rod. It had to be.

No kid's finger could ream her ass like his big prick.

Laura tensed with nervous anticipation. He'd gotten hot, really hot, when he found her fucking the Walters boy. In a raging blind fury of blood lust, he'd crept up silently behind her and brutally raped her ass, stabbing and twisting with deep thrusts, sparked by savage revenge.

She'd thought then she might faint from the grinding pain. Rod had screamed curses loud enough to deafen her. And he'd gripped her thighs with cold, cruel hands, dragging her back and holding her so she could not escape or ease the pressure of his angry stabs.

"Aaaaaahhhccckkk!" Laura gushed. It was happening again and it felt so good!

Brad Wilson tensed and gasped. "Oh, God!" At the sound of Rod's angry howl, he'd jerked open his startled eyes. He saw the angry glare of the man behind Laura and the twisted smile that curved his lips. "Oh, shit!" he whined in a trembling voice.

Being so startled, Brad forgot his search for Laura's greasy little clit. His hand pulled away, dragging through the wet dark fleece that fringed her cunt.