J Bradley - Wife in bondage

The hard shaft plunged between her open cunt lips and sank all the way to the back of her cunt in one oiled lunge. Her head lifted, and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips.

"Ohhhh, that feels so good, I don't want you to take it out of my pussy! But darling, God, take it out!" she gasped heatedly, her whole slippery tunnel shivering and squeezing spasmodically.

He knew. He'd hoped, and now he knew.

He slid his prick backward. It was coated and slippery now. He lifted on his arms enough to look, and he saw that her fingers were imbedded in the soft, firm flesh of her cheeks as she held them wide apart for him.

She tipped her ass up higher. His cock-head speared toward the winking, pulsing little hole. He pressed forward, and the tip centered in the opening.

"Yes-s-s!" she hissed breathlessly, her anal ring squeezing and sucking already.

His mind went slightly dizzy. He couldn't believe this was really happening. He must be dreaming it, just as he'd been dreaming all the rest of the night's fantastic events.

He pressed forward, and he felt his cock-head stretch the tight ring open. It was dark and clinging and hot inside her ass. His prick kept going up and up, sinking between her cheeks.

He felt the squeezing and nipping all around his shaft, working lower and lower toward his root. When it was there, when he felt his hips flattening the globes of her ass, he knew he was all the way up her hot butt.

He heard her groan with terrible heat and felt her shudder all over. He was shuddering himself. He wasn't even aware of sliding his cock in and out of her ass, only of the blending of their passions and lusts.

It had never been this way for him. Not even with Lori. He suddenly realized what he'd been missing all this time with Ellen. The awareness made crazy thoughts go through his head thoughts of leaving her where she was, of not even trying to get her back, of fucking Wanda like this for the rest of his life.

Then his hips pounded up and down against her ass. Her butt cheeks clenched around his root and squeezed. Her anal ring nearly pinched his prick off at the root.

She was yelling. He was yelling. Her pussy drained a flood of cunt honey all over the sheet and her tits punched into the bed.

"God, fuck me, fuck me!" she babbled.

"I am! Wanda! God, I am! I'm alive! I'm fucking! Ah! I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot it all up your ass!"

"Yes, darling, yes! Ohhhhh, give it to me! Flood my butt! Make me come again! Now, Burke. NOW!"

He couldn't stop it. He felt his balls draw up and slap into the fleshy slit of her wet pussy. His prick throbbed and bucked and stretched incredibly far up her ass.

When she twisted and wrenched under him with orgasm, her cries stuck in her throat because of the intensity of her spasms, he lunged forward and let his prick erupt.

Sperm boiled from his cock and spewed into her asshole as if it would never stop. The clinging quality changed abruptly to silky heat, and her spasming anal ring slid along his shaft with an unbelievable kind of sensation.

When his prick was finally limp, he slid it from her quivering ass. They lay together on the bed, their arms around each other. His senses were filled with the heady perfume she wore, and he'd never felt so sated with sex in his life. It was a good feeling. He drifted off to sleep with it.

Sometime in the morning, he stirred. Something was happening to him. He felt that his cock was fully erect and throbbing. Then soft warmth surrounded it again, and there were butterfly sensations along the underside, just below the fiery cock-head.

He opened his eyes a crack and lifted his head groggily, just enough to see the raven pelt of glossy hair cascading over his lap and thighs.

He groaned and lay back, closing his eyes again. He lifted his hips high and felt his prick stretch into the depths of her sweetly sucking mouth.

He luxuriated over the way her lips and tongue worked over his shaft and blazing prick-head. He didn't even try to summon the strength to reach for her hips so that he could suck her sweet pussy at the same time. He simply lay back and enjoyed sensations he'd never felt before in his life.

His orgasm built. It came slowly and surely. It was going to be a big one. His hips lifted, and his cock throbbed threateningly. Ellen would not have done this much. This was the place where Lori would have stopped sucking him.

But Wanda didn't stop. She sucked harder, encouraging him. She wasn't going to stop, either, he could tell. The awareness of it blazed through him and made his cock swell to twice its normal size.

His hips shuddered uncontrollably, lifting high, making his prick sink into her pursed mouth and part way into her working throat.

He heard the slight sound just then, nearly a laugh. Just as his sperm began boiling up through his cock, he turned his head and glanced at the door.

Tish stood there, the morning sun behind her auburn hair, watching boldly and openly. His load shot into Wanda's mouth, filling it faster than her soft throat could swallow.

The room filled with wet sounds of sucking, and white, slippery sperm drained from the corners of her mouth as he yelled and shuddered and looked right into Tish's young, lust-filled eyes.

He knew it was Tish and not his wife, because Ann was with her. They both watched. Somehow, his stepdaughter seemed pleased with what she saw, for she put her hand over her pussy and squeezed it tightly, with little shakes.

Ellen strained at her bonds until the ends of her fingers tingled with numbness, but the ropes did nothing but dig into the flesh of her wrists.

No matter how she moved the back of the chair seemed to find the nerve running along the inside of her left arm and zap it with an electric jolt.

She couldn't even get her knees around the corners of the seat to the front of the chair in order to try to close her thighs and bared pussy.

She tried moving her torso up and down, making her buttocks bounce on the seat, in an effort to get her skirt to slip from her waist down over her open cunt.

None of it worked. She was stuck. She was there. She was positioned just the way they wanted her to be positioned.

After Stan and Velma had finished fucking, they'd left the room. Ellen could hear them all eating and talking. The scent of food made her hungry, and she couldn't believe that she would think of eating at a time like this.

She wished they'd bring her something, though. The flood of Stan's sperm lay heavily in her belly, and the taste of it was strong and repulsive in her mouth.

Yes, she thought wryly, very repulsive. So repulsive you shuddered off to another orgasm instead of gagging it up, you slut!

She groaned inwardly. Images of Gram drifted across the backs of her eyes, scolding, shaming, and damning. She wanted to weep, but no tears would come. Instead, her pussy kept tingling and squeezing all along its length, as if it had awakened after its long sleep and tasted the joys of life again.

She heard someone coming into the room. She nearly turned her head to look and then caught herself just in time. She stiffened with suspense, because the person stopped at her revealed pussy, leering at it, getting all hot and stiff-cocked enough to fuck her again.

A kind of relief passed through her when she finally saw that it was Jay and not Stan. Or worse yet, Cy. He held a paper plate. There was a hamburger on it. Her mouth watered. To cover the fact, she asked, "Who is it?" Her mouth wouldn't water over something she couldn't see.

"Me, Jay," he said. He lifted his eyes from her pussy and grinned self-consciously until he remembered she couldn't see him gazing at her naked twat. "I brought you a hamburger. Do you want it? I-I thought you might be getting hungry, too."