J Bradley - Wife in bondage

He smiled, he had a nice smile. In the light, she could see a sensitive quality about his features that made him look even younger and more boyish than he was.

She debated not to act with him. He wasn't like the others. She didn't know what he was doing with them. He kept gazing at her naked pussy lips and the way the end of her right tit thrust from the tear in her dress, as if the sight of any pussy or tit was something new and exciting to him.

"I'd love it, Jay," she said finally, smiling back as much as she could. "That's sweet of you, it really is. It's comforting to know there's someone here who cares what happens to me."

He fairly flushed, which let her know that she'd chosen the right way to act with him.

"I can't eat it with my hands tied, though," Ellen said. "Will you help me untie them?"

He licked his lips and looked quickly at the doorway. "No, I can't do that!" he cried quietly. "My brother'd kill me!"

That answered a question or two. It explained why he was with them – kid brother tagging along. It explained why Velma acted motherly toward him.

Ellen should have recognized the similarities, the slim builds, the long faces, the faint resemblance in voice quality. But the hugely differing mannerisms and personalities between Jay and Stan had bidden them.

"Then how am I going to eat, Jay?"

"I can hold it for you," he said, scooping the burger from the plate. He held it toward her mouth. "Here. Open up."

She did. He pushed a third of it into her mouth, the way he'd have eaten it. She bit down, and juice filled her mouth, blotting out the taste of his brother's sperm.

While she chewed on it, Jay stooped slightly, his gaze raptly glued to her spread thighs. His eyes moved up and down and around in little motions, taking in the whole of her auburn curls, the fleshy cunt lips, the pink slit between them, the little hood at the top of her cleft that hid her clit.

To her perfect astonishment and shame, she felt her cunt mouth twitch and suck under his gaze. She felt the silky tissues squeeze together and make a bead of cunt honey dribble from the wet folds and trickle slowly under her crotch to puddle in the puckered mouth of her asshole.

She heard him suck in his breath at the sight. She could just see the line of his cock grow thicker in his pants and the rod jerk slightly.

She stopped chewing. She felt electric tingles shoot through her belly and mate her nipples stiffen. God, if she came again, right in front of him while he watched, she'd die!

"M-More," she gasped, swallowing hard, trying to empty her mouth of the hunk of meat still in it.

He straightened up and gave her another third, watching her tit swell and her nipple fill and harden. His cock was fully erect in his pants now. She expected him to pull it out and do what his brother had done. Her mouth was so full, though, it would have been impossible.

He moaned softly, squeezing his thighs together. His free hand hovered over her naked tit. She could see it clearly. His fingers trembled hard. She stopped chewing and held her breath. Her betraying tit seemed to stretch outward toward his hand as if begging to be cupped and fondled.

"Oh, Mrs. Chidsey," he whispered.

"I guess you can call me Ellen, Jay," she said softly.

"Ellen…"

"What is it?"

"I-you're really beautiful, Ellen," he gasped, his fingers tracing the outline of her firm tit, just a fraction of an inch from the soft flesh.

"I think you're nice, too, Jay," she whispered.

Her pussy tunnel was squirming. She knew why. At one of the parties, there'd been a boy…

She searched her memory for his name and couldn't recall it. A shy boy, like Jay! She'd set her sights on him. She'd taunted him and teased him until his prick was ready to explode. Then she'd spread her naked thighs and had slipped her wet, young pussy down over his prick and had fucked him until he'd squealed with orgasm. It had been one of the most exciting times. It might even have been his swimming load that had made Tish come into being. She didn't even know.

That was the kind of wanton, shameful girl she'd been. The kind she couldn't bear the thought of Tish being.

Jay cupped her tit. His breath sucked into his lungs, and his fingers trembled so hard they made her flesh shake.

"Ohhhh, Ellen…" he whimpered.

"Jay," she gasped softly, unable to control the way her pussy lips fluttered, feeling absurdly adolescent again herself. "Jay, I'm thirsty now. Can you – will you please get me some water?"

He didn't want to stop. His fingers squeezed and fondled. They explored the soft firmness of her breast. They marveled over the rubbery sweetness of her distended nipple.

Ellen held her breath. She didn't know what she was going to do when he got bold enough to fondle her helpless pussy, running his fingertips through the slippery, silken folds, sliding one into her vagina to explore her heated, oiled wetness.

Yes, she did. She knew. She would shame herself again. She would shudder hard and suck at his finger with her shameless pussy and come hard.

"Oh, Jay, please," she whispered.

He took his hand away. He reached far to the side to a table she'd seen before. His hand came back with a paper cup with Coke in it.

"Here," he said, his hand still shaking as he held it to her lips. The bubbles tickled her nose. The stuff seemed sickly sweet after all the years of not drinking any, but it was wet, and the request had distracted him. For a little while, anyway.

"I-I hope you didn't mind, Ellen," he said tremulously.

What was there to reply? Don't do it again? Don't touch my helpless pussy next?

"I-I liked it, Jay," she whispered, her manner conspiratorial and intimate. "You were gentle, very gentle and tender. A girl likes being treated gently and tenderly. You – you know what Cy did to me. You were right there on the seat next to me."

"The big bastard!" Jay cried quietly, his voice emotional.

"He hurt me, Jay. Hurt me terribly. Don't ever treat a girl that way. Or the way your brother does."

"Yeah, God I saw him, Ellen – him and Velma! God, I wanted to smash him!"

"Did you, Jay? You mean you didn't wish you were the one making me… do it?"

"Not that way, Ellen. I swear it! Not unless…"

"Unless the girl wanted to?"

"Yeah," he gasped, his breath harsh. "Unless she really wanted to su – to do it." He paused, his own breath choking him. "Ellen, do you think… would you… ohhhhhh, God."

"More Coke, Jay," she said quickly.

He held the cup closely to her lips and watched her drink. She could feel his breath puffing against her face, could feel his eyes running over the slope of her bare tit and down her belly to the raised hem of the skirt.

She sensed that his prick was ready to spurt wildly inside his pants. She drank and drank, wishing her pussy would stop sucking and quaking. She nearly had to force herself not to come.

"Ohhhh, Ellen, I've got – I want… ohhhhh, I'm going to…"

He was fairly panting. She'd drained the cup. It had been a huge cup. Her belly sloshed inside. There was no pretext left, no way to avoid it. And what would be the point in avoiding it, anyway. Stan's thick cock spurting and hosing into her throat hadn't been the last of what they were doing to her.

He gasped again and got directly in front of her, looking down at her open, shamelessly quivering pussy. He went to his knees. His expression was one of awe, something approaching reverence as he gazed upon her red, naked meat.

He put his hands on her upper thighs. His fingers trembled harder than ever. He couldn't catch his breath. She could see through the thin spot of the blindfold that his cock was leaking terribly, leaving a big dark stain on his pants.

She moaned inwardly. Better Jay than one of the others. Much, much better!