J Bradley - Wife in bondage

"Hey, ya dumb little shit. Ya gonna fuck it or just look at it?" Cy's wet tenor came, shattering the moment between them.

Jay whipped his head around. He glared at Cy with naked hatred. "You get out of here and leave her alone, you big ape!"

"Punk kid," he growled. "Get the fuck out of my way, or I'll heave your skinny body into the wall head first, like shooting a bow and arrow into a board."

He pushed on Jay's head and made him sit on his butt hard on the floor. "You don't shoot the bow, stupid! Anybody knows that!"

Cy unzipped his pants and hauled his fat, stubby cock out of the gap. He shook it at Jay, and Ellen whimpered inwardly at the sight of it, her pussy tunnel squeezing tightly and closing up.

"I oughta fuck this up your skinny asshole, you little shit," he snarled quietly, being sure Stan didn't hear the threat. "That'd take some of the snot out of your fuckin' nose. One day, kid, you and me's gonna get to it, and I'm gonna wipe my asshole with your face." He loomed over Jay with vicious threat. "Now get the fuck outa here while I fuck this cunt again. At least I know what to do with a cunt besides just look at it."

Jay's face was red with anger. He looked ready to spring from the floor, swinging wildly. But he thought better of it and scampered out of the room, nearly in tears. Ellen had the overwhelming feeling they were for her.

Cy turned toward her. It was all she could do to keep from screaming with terror at the sight of his broad, tree-trunk cock. He reached down and grabbed her cunt and shook it, jamming his finger as far into her body as he could.

"Oh, God!" she cried, unable to hold it back. "Don't let him fuck me!"

Cy laughed. "He ain't gonna stop me this time, baby. He's busy hookin' up the phone so's he can call your old man. I figure that's a swell time to get my cock up that tight pussy of yours again. But not in no fuckin' chair."

He bent down and worked at the knots at her ankles with his stubby fingers. She thought of kicking him in the face as soon as one leg was free. But when it was, she was dismayed with the deadness in it from the way her muscles were cramped. It wouldn't have fazed him anyway, she guessed.

He undid her other leg. She began to hope that he'd untie her hands. Then, maybe…

Instead, he scooped his hands under her ass and lifted straight up, grunting once; doing it was amazingly effortlessness. The chair back slid through the circle of her arms and left them dangling behind her back, still tied.

He set her on her feet and straightened up, grinning lewdly. Her skirt had fallen back over her thighs. He reached forward, gathering the torn part of her dress in his big paw.

"No, don't!" she cried.

He laughed and yanked down hard. The strong material tore into her flesh, wrenching her body violently before giving with a loud tearing sound.

"Ahhhhh, God, it hurts!" she cried, tears burning from her eyes shamelessly. The sleeves separated at the armholes, leaving two tubes of material over her arms. The rest of the dress went to the floor in tatters.

"Yeah, that's better," he grinned, running his pig-like eyes up and down her naked body. "Man, you're built for fuckin', baby," he said, snaking his arm about her waist and pulling her against his belly.

The folds of fat turned out to be mostly muscle. The stubby pole of his cock jutted into her belly like a stick of wood. His big hand cupped her whole ass and squeezed the cheeks together as if her butt were no bigger than a baby's.

He lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed. He set her down and worked his pants off with one hand while holding onto her with the other.

"God, don't…" she cried, trying to pull away from him now that her legs were working a little again. "Ohhhh, please don't fuck me again!"

"Don't gimme that shit, baby. You gabbled it up in the car. No cunt ever squeezed around my prick like that before. You loved it."

"I hated it, you big asshole!" she screamed, startled by her language.

He burst out laughing, fondling her tits and ass, running the edge of his hand between her thighs and into her pussy slit, making the tissues burn with the friction.

"Listen to that Goddamn talk. Jus' like Stan says, by God. Phony bitch who loves big cocks and pretends she doesn't."

He chortled wetly and flung himself onto his back on the bed, pulling her with him, making her sprawl atop him, helplessly pinned by the big arms encircling her body.

The bed groaned and sagged as if it would collapse. She hoped it would. He kneed her thighs apart. No amount of kicking and squirming did any good.

She felt him reach between their bodies and tilt his cock up between her legs. The broad head caught in the pocket of flesh at the bottom of her pussy and nearly tore it before popping free and bumping over her asshole.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried, wrenching her hips, half-floating on his bulbous belly.

"Yaaaah, ya like it!" he crowed, squeezing her butt cheeks together again. "One touch of the big cock, and you shake all over. That's the way I like 'em!"

He moved his hips against the mattress, bringing them up again and again, making his cock probe and jab at her crotch.

"Oh, please, it burns! You're hurting me! Ahhhhh, my crotch – it's bleeding! It's got to be bleeding!"

"It's just leakin', baby," he groaned. He lunged up again. His wide, fat cock-head centered at her vaginal mouth and tore inside, fucking deep.

"Eeeeee, God!" she screamed, her hips and ass shaking wildly.

"Shit, that's a tight cunt!" he groaned, mashing down on her ass with his hands, making her pussy surround his prick totally.

He began to fuck and pump. His broad prick reamed in and out of her hole. At least she was slippery this time. She clenched her teeth and grunted with each thrust.

Slippery, yes, from his wads of sperm before, from the way Velma had sucked on her pussy and made her come. From the way her shameless cunt had been twitching and leaking over the way Jay had been staring into it so shyly, so thrillingly.

Yes, thrillingly!

"Ahhhhh, God!" she moaned, gritting her teeth even harder, wishing his tits weren't so fleshy and yielding under her spiked nipples.

Her eyes popped open. She gasped. It was incredible! Her nipples were spiked, and her pussy was wet! And the blazing pain of his cunt stretching cock – it was turning into something else, something unbelievable!

It might not have happened, if… If… If she hadn't come already and awakened her sleeping pussy. If Jay hadn't come in to feed her and fondle her so shyly and make her remember that boy.

If Cy hadn't pulled her ass-cheeks apart and teased her pulsing anus with the tip of his cock-sized finger before screwing it deep, deep into her ass.

"Abhhhh, no!" she cried, her head jerking up. "Ahhhh, not my ass! Ohhhhh, God!"

Her pussy went wild. Her whole bottom shuddered and quaked. The sensations were overwhelming. Shame and a sense of total perversion washed through her in pulsing waves.

"Fuck, baby, fuck! You love it! God, what a cunt! What a tight asshole! What a hot little bitch! Ahhhhh, shit, my cock's gonna explode!"

His big prick slid in and out of her hole, pumping up and down. He tossed her on his shaking belly, making her feel as if she were floating in mid-air.

His finger squirmed and screwed and twisted inside her asshole, sending shudders all through her body, making the shameful ending inevitable.

She gasped. She moaned. She felt her nipples boring into his chest, full of stiffness and shame and sensation she couldn't help.

She was aware of a voice coming faintly through the doorway, from a conversation in the other room. She didn't care about it. There was only one thing she cared about, and that was the awareness of her depravity right then.