J Bradley - Wife in bondage

Ann strained her small body. Her pussy lifted high, opening and closing around his pistoning prick, the tissues absorbing the punishing speed of his ramrod.

She licked her lips. She chewed on them with sharp, even teeth. Her head twisted and turned, her small body wrenching this way and that.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide, and her fingers clutched at Harvey's hips. Her knees lifted and made her cunt open for him even more. Her round buttocks went taut on the edge of the couch.

"I'm coming!" she cried. "Tish, watch me come! God, am I going to come! Now! Uhhhhnnnn!" she cried, the cry wavering and jittering as it was pistoned from her lungs.

"Yeah! Ohhhh, God, baby! Me, too!" Harvey gasped.

He scooped his hands under her ass-cheeks and lifted, ramming his prick into her quaking body, nearly throwing her hip joints out.

Burke watched the girl come, gasping and shaking. He wanted to jump through the window and yank Harvey off her. He wanted to stroke his own hot prick into her sweet, young pussy and show her what a good fuck was like.

They grappled with each other so hard it seemed they were wrestling. Then Harvey blew breath at her and collapsed on her, bending her nearly double, seeming totally unaware that she was still coming and that he was practically choking off her orgasm.

His sperm spurted backwards from her little pussy and dribbled toward the floor, soaking the edge of the cushion on the way. Then he pulled his prick out abruptly and rolled onto his back on the floor, moaning and puffing, watching Tish and Jack ass-fuck.

Ann clamped her hand over her wet pussy and shook it up and down, her legs shooting into the air as she masturbated the last of her orgasm from her abused, neglected twat.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned when she was finished. "That was so good, Harvey!"

Burke was nearly beside himself. Good!

He felt instantly sorry for the girl. She'd been used and abused and didn't know the difference.

That had to be one of the lousiest fucks on record. She slouched there with a dreamy expression on her face and her cunt lips parted and the sperm draining from her tender, pink hole, blissful in her youthful, inexperienced ignorance.

Burke shifted his attention back to his stepdaughter. He watched her with Jack from a new point of view, wondering if Tish were any more discriminating than Ann.

Was she fucking because she was hot, because it felt good, because she wanted it? Or was she fucking just for the novelty of it, just to be fucking.

Her hips shook wildly. Her tits jiggled as they dangled from her chest. Her pussy mouth sucked at the finger imbedded in it. Her ass swiveled around the thrusting prick, and she ran her tongue over her lips again and again, making them puffy and wet.

"Ahhhhhh, I'm going to come!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder, you bastard! Shove it up my asshole and squirt me full!"

"I am, baby, I am!" Jack gasped, ramming against her butt, flattening the round, firm globes with each lunge forward.

His balls swung under her crotch, tapping the bloated lips of her wet, spread pussy. She began to grunt with each lunge. The expression on her face changed, her brow wrinkling slightly.

"N-not so hard, Jack," she gasped.

"Ahhhhh, Christ, I'm gonna blast your butt full, baby!" he cried.

"Not so hard! It's getting dry up there! It's starting to burn!"

"I'll make it good and wet in just a second, baby," he groaned, still slamming into her ass. "Wet and slick! God, your asshole's squeezing the shit out of my dick! Ahhhhh! NOW!"

He wrapped his hands around her hips and wrenched her middle backwards, screwing her burning, clinging asshole ring down around his prick.

He arched his spine and gritted his teeth and let his reaming prick explode.

"Yaaaaagh!" he bellowed, shuddering hard, pumping his sperm into her tight, tender asshole, satisfying himself fully.

"God!" Tish cried, her head shooting forward from her slim neck, the cords in it standing out. "Ahhhhh, God! You're killing my ass!" she yelled.

Jack held her tightly until he was finished emptying his balls into her. Then Tish slid forward gingerly, easing her pulsing anal ring from around his suddenly slippery shaft.

She wobbled stiffly toward the center of the room and then eased herself to the floor by her hands and feet, going onto her back without letting her butt touch the floor until the last.

She lay there with her knees apart. She groaned and put her hands between her thighs. Her fingertip cautiously felt around the red, puckered mouth of her sore asshole.

Burke was ready to tear Jack's head off. It was bad enough for the bastard to be sneaking around Tish and fucking her after Burke had run him off once.

It was inexcusable for him and his shit-headed buddy to be such lousy fuckers with young girls who didn't know any better.

His anger suddenly gave way to another emotion. Tish was on the floor in such a way that he found himself staring right into her open pussy and wet, red asshole.

He couldn't help making the comparison. Tish was like Ellen there, too – the same auburn pubes, the same tiny twat with the full lips that didn't quite cover the soft, fleshy, pink hole.

He licked his lips. His prick throbbed. He squeezed the obscene shaft tightly and sucked in his breath. He shook his head, as if to eliminate the thoughts that had sprung into his mind.

None of it helped. He stared at his stepdaughter's open, quivering pussy and yearned to fuck her.

He tried to convince himself that it was so that she would know what a good screw was like and wouldn't want to put up with the likes of Jack Feeny any more.

There was another thought, a fleeting scenario in which Ellen was dead after all, and Tish, being so much like her, looking like a young, spirited copy of Ellen…

His hand swept up and down his prick. His thoughts were getting out of hand. He was her father. Not her biological one, maybe, but the only one she'd ever known. He couldn't…

Jack moved to where she was and stood over her. "You didn't come, baby," he grinned, fisting his slippery prick.

"How could I come when that damn cock was splitting my ass in two!" she said angrily, lifting her head to look at him, her firm, conical tits jiggling.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Tish, but – man, I couldn't have stopped fucking that tight asshole for anything! That was the wildest fuck I ever had, baby, and you gave it to me. Man, it was so terrific, I need another one, and I see just what hot, slippery little hole I'm gonna fuck next!"

He grinned broadly and went down, quickly putting his hands on her upraised knees and spreading them wide apart. He looked down at her open pussy and licked his lips.

Burke could see right between his braced knees, the crack of his ass, the dangling balls that hovered over her wet crotch. Emotion swept through him. He didn't want to let that jerk fuck her!

"Don't you dare, Jack Feeny!" Tish cried, trying to wrestle him off her.

He laughed, entwining his fingers with hers and making their arms move all around as he kept her on her back.

"Hey, Harvey, now's your chance, asshole! Come help hold her down, and I'll bet she gives you a big wet reward! She won't be able to keep from sucking that crummy cock of yours all the way into her sweet mouth when she feels Big Jack's hot cock slipping in and out of her pussy!"

"None of your tricks, you bastard," Tish cried warningly. "Not in my ass again."

"Naw," Jack said, leering at her jiggling tits. "Right up that hot little twat of yours, baby. You know that's where you want it."

Harvey had moved quickly. He hovered about her, his prick rising swiftly and jutting out over her face. He put his hands on her shoulders and held them to the floor, licking his lips over the jiggling tits and heaving tummy and spread, ripe pussy with the big prick aimed toward it.