J Bradley - Wife in bondage

His fingers swirled over her clit, making her stream wobble wildly and miss the bucket part of the time. She felt it spray against her leg, heard it spatter against the wooden floor as she overshot.

She was aware of his heavy breathing and the way his free hand gabbed at her tits and squeezed them hard and slid down her squeezing belly to her pussy, as if he were trying to push it out of her faster and harder.

Then she felt his iron-hard, blazing-hot prick punching into her buttock as he began sidling under her hips and pulling her butt up over his lap so that she would be sitting on him instead of the bed.

"Ahhhhhh, you perverted creep!" she cried, feeling his cock thrust upward between her ass-cheeks.

Her stream spurted and stopped and spurted again. She moaned and twisted her hips atop his thighs finally. She was able to lean back against his chest.

He brought his hands around to her pussy and held her cunt ups wide open. The head of his prick nosed into her cunt hole and choked off her stream for a moment, and then he began fucking her hard, thrusting and probing into her cunt while she continued to piss toward the bucket.

"God! Ohhhhh, God!" she cried, feeling nakedly obscene.

He watched over her shoulder, gasping and puffing, viewing the thrust of his solid meat into her open hole, seeing the hosing spurt from the top of her pussy at the same time, as if she were in the throes of constant ejaculation while he fucked her.

She tried not to watch it herself. She closed her eyes. She turned her head. She moaned again and again. But she watched, too, and her vaginal tunnel squeezed and shuddered wildly.

"Ahhhhhh, God, that turns me on!" he choked, lifting and fucking, making his fingers pinch and spread her lips alternately.

It was getting all over both of them. After a moment, she didn't care any more. She felt her breath catch in her throat, just as it was in his.

She didn't know how he could make her do anything more base than this. It was the bottom, the worst.

And it was so Goddamn thrilling she couldn't stand it!

"Eeeeeeaaaaaaagh!" she cried suddenly, the sound tearing from her lips.

Her whole body crushed together with powerful spasms. She sat atop his lap and felt her ass-cheeks clench at his root and her pussy muscles suck his cock all the way inside her.

She twisted and writhed, screwing her ass down against him, letting everything go. Her pussy sucked and gobbled at his prick and drew the boiling sperm right up through it.

"Yaaaaaagh!" he bellowed over her shoulder, watching the last forceful spurts come from her finger-spread pussy slit, driven through the air by her orgasmic spasms.

His hot, foaming load shot into her cunt, hosing up into the depths of her belly, swirling around, spurting out backwards, so that it seemed she was pissing sperm now.

The white syrup strung downward and splashed into the bucket. His cock fucked and fucked into her wet, draining pussy. She watched it all, and it wasn't enough.

"Ah! Ah!" she gasped, still shivering against his chest, her pussy sucking and pulling at his prick, begging for another load.

"You liked that, didn't you!" he grated.

"No!"

"You're lying!"

"No… ohhhhhhh, God…"

He clamped his hands over her straining, full tits and rolled them all over her chest, pulling at the distended nipples, making sensation blaze through her hot body, her awakened body.

"You loved it, you dirty, foul slut! You loved the double thrill of pissing and coming at the same time, don't lie to me!"

"God, it was awful!"

"Then why is your hot cunt still sucking at my cock?" he grated, cackling evilly, pulling at her tits and swirling his fingers over her wet clit.

"It's not! It's not!" she cried, shaking her head wildly, her voice harsh and husky, the sound of it not even deceiving her any more.

"You phony bitch, you can't lie to me. We're two of a kind, baby. Two hot fuckers! You want another trip to the moon so bad you can't stand it. Admit it!"

"Ahhhhhh, no!" she cried.

Deny, deny! You're good at denying! You've practiced denying how good it feels for sixteen years! She thought.

"No-o-o, I hate it!" she moaned. "Take it out! Don't make me come any more! I don't want to come any more!"

"Bullshit, baby," he grated.

He cupped his hands under her ass. He lifted. She felt her clutching, clasping pussy suck tightly around his slippery shaft. She moaned with each inch of withdrawal, everything about her body betraying her words.

His prick popped from her cunt. She felt her vaginal mouth spasm wildly, wanting it back inside her.

She got it, but not the way she'd expected.

"AAAAAGH! NO!" she yelled throatily.

Her body shot stiffly erect. Her legs sprang horizontally from her position on his lap. Her tits thrust outward from her chest, the nipples popping from the pointed ends as if they were two red corks ready to be fired across the room.

Her spine was nearly ram-rod straight, and her head felt as if it would fly straight up to the ceiling. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth fell wide open.

Her cunt spasmed and pulsed, rapidly opening and closing; the red mouth winking like a neon sign garishly proclaiming: This is the place! This is the place!

"Yaaaaaah, no-o-o!" she squealed again, her buttocks shuddering as the slippery poker of his prick burned between them and seared into the tight, tiny, screaming pucker of her asshole.

"Right up your hot, slutty ass, you phony bitch!" he grated, gasping and humping upward with his hips.

He slipped his hand around the sides of her hips and curled his fingers around her cunt. He pulled her ass downward, forcing the tight anal ring to stretch around the spearing mushroom of his cunt-slick cock-head.

Ellen couldn't even scream any more. Her breath was stuck in her throat. She felt her anus stretching and burning, opening up to the lancing shaft.

After sixteen years, it had shrunk. She remembered the last prick she'd let be fucked up her asshole. She couldn't remember the boy, but she suddenly remembered the way his prick had felt.

It had driven her wild. Her asshole had sucked and gobbled at the hard shaft. She had shaken her head from side to side and babbled for more, and there had been another hard prick in her mouth suddenly.

Maybe that was why her tongue was thrusting in and out of her pursed lips right now. The red, silky surfaces tingled with the rapid fucking of her tongue between them. Since there wasn't another prick to suck on, her tongue would have to do.

She felt her anal ring pop suddenly, and she knew that the wide part of his cock-head had entered her ass. Then she felt the rippling sensation of the veins and bumps along the bottom of his shaft as it sank deeper and deeper up her ass.

"Ahhhhhh!" she cried shakily, her hips tossing.

It was happening. She was suddenly aware of the way her asshole muscle was pulsing and drawing inward, helping him fuck her!

"Yeah, ohhhhhh, yeah!" he gasped heatedly in her ear. "You like that, don't you, baby. I knew you would. I knew what a hot bitch you were. Suck it up your ass, you cheap whore!"

"Oh, don't – don't!" she gasped. "Don't fuck my ass! It hurts! It's been so… Ohhhhhh, fuck my pussy instead! Anything!"

"Been a long time, huh, baby?" he cackled, running his fingertips up and down her slippery, quivering cunt slit.

"I didn't say that!" she denied vehemently, moaning again.

"Christ, you're something else! Who are you trying to hide from, huh? Me?" He laughed harshly, scornfully. "We settled that last night when you sucked my cock, Mrs. Chidsey. You can't hide from somebody who can see right through you. You hiding from Burke? Poor ol' Burkie? Have you been cheating him just to show him you aren't the hot-twatted two-dollar whore we both know you are? The poor bastard! Have you been doing that to him?"