J Bradley - Wife in bondage

Velma turned her head and looked at him. Really looked at him. Her cunt lips swelled and parted slightly.

"So-so are you, Jay," she whispered. "The way your prick was fucking… I watched it."

"She said Wanda and Stan were going to cut us all out, Velma. Do you believe that? Would Stan do that to us?"

Velma exhaled and inhaled again. "He would do it, Jay," she said. "In fact, I have the feeling, they've already done it. That they won't ever be back! That they've left us here, just waiting! That's why that car – why it frightened me. I thought it might be the police. That they'd called in and told them where to find Ellen and us! Oh, Jay! I don't know what to do!"

"I do, Velma," he said confidently. "From now on, I do."

"Do you, Jay?" she said in a small voice. "Like Stan knew?"

"No. Not like Stan. Never again, like Stan."

"Oh, Jay," she choked.

His eyes swept over her naked body again. "Do what Ellen says, Velma. She knows best of all."

Velma sucked in her breath again. She looked down at Ellen. She licked her lips. She reached for the hem of her knit blouse and lifted it up, freeing her tits, baring her body completely.

"Ellen, I want to feel it!" she cried finally. "God, yes! Make me feel it! No, let me feel it!"

"Ohhhh, you're learning, Velma, learning fast!" Ellen cried, pulling the girl's hips toward her.

Velma crawled onto the bed. She lifted her leg over Ellen's body. She looked down, past her thrusting tits, past her flat belly and gently mounded mons, through the blonde curls and the neat spilt of her pussy gap to Ellen's lips.

"Fuck me, Jay!" Ellen moaned, wrapping her hands around Velma's buttocks, pulling the red, wet pussy to her face.

Ellen's tongue flicked forth. She licked up the honeyed slit. She munched on the bloated pussy lips. She circled Velma's clit with her tongue.

She felt Jay's prick running in and out of her pussy with urgent stroking. His fingers came around Velma's hips and fondled the wet, open pussy slit, the silky inner thighs.

They touched Ellen's tongue and felt it spear into the wet, open maw of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, I want to see!" he cried.

Instantly, without urging from Ellen, Velma lifted up and turned around, still straddling Ellen's face, but her running pussy now toward Jay.

Ellen gazed upward. She could see the whole of Velma's spread, split crotch, the puffy cunt lips, the oozing honey, the thrust of her standing clit.

And she could see the little red-brown pucker of her asshole.

"Do it, Jay! Do it!" Velma cried. "Ohhhhh, make it be sweet and good, the way it's never been! Give to me what you're giving her!"

"Always, Velma, always!" he cried, dipping forward.

Velma tossed her head back and sucked in her breath. She cupped her hand around Jay's head and pulled his face into her open, giving pussy, knowing that he would give back instead of just take.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried. "I feel it! Ellen, I feel it!"

Ellen gasped. She felt it, too. It ran through the three of them. She felt Jay's prick expand and stretch inside her pussy, reaching for the silky back.

She felt her cunt muscles go loose and tight and then quiver, as if they were limbering up for the real moment with Burke, the moment that would start them off right.

It had been seven years of blah. Now, it would be a lifetime of goodness and love.

She whimpered and felt her body constrict. She surged upward with her hips, gobbling up Jay's prick, sucking on it with her silken pussy muscles and flooded tissues.

Then she did it. She closed her eyes tightly and positioned her face and thrust far out with her tongue.

"Ahhhhhhh, God!" Velma cried. "I love it! Yes, yes!"

"What, what?" Jay cried, lifting his head.

"My asshole! Ohhhhhh, she's fucking my asshole with her hot, sweet tongue! Jay, fuck my pussy! Ohhhhh, use me, use me! I don't care any more, because I know you're really giving! Ohhhh, give! Yes, I'm going to give, too… wet… a big flood, Jay! My pussy! Ahhhhh, here it comes, darling, darling, sweet Jay! Wonderful! Ohhh, so wonderful! I'm giving! Feel me give! Now! Ahhhhhhhhgh!"

Juice poured from her pussy. Her soft tissues sucked and pulled at Jay's fucking tongue. She mashed his face into her open twat. Her ass shook and quivered over Ellen's face, and her tight asshole sucked and pulled at the thrusting tongue giving such joy, making her feel as well as know.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Jay squealed tightly. "I'm coming again! Velma, I'm going to come in Ellen's pussy! Ohhhh, say it's all right! Say I can! Say you're not jealous!"

"Do it, darling, do it! Come hard! Enjoy her! She wants you to, Jay! Don't you see? Don't you understand what it's about?"

"Yes, yes! I'm coming! Ahhhhhhgh!"

His cock bucked and spurted. It hosed and spat into Ellen's pussy, the sperm flowing from it in torrents, like a warm, soothing balm that washed away all the dirt and rottenness the others had caused.

All the others – even the ones way back, the ones she'd tried so hard to forget.

They were gone now. All of it was gone. In some subtle way, the memories clicked off, no longer bright enough or clear enough to haunt her.

Instead, a whole new light opened up, shining into the future, illuminating the way it would be with Burke from now on.

She lifted her pussy high. She sucked and gobbled at Jay's pouring prick, drinking up every last drop of his oils, capturing it all. And as she took from him, she gave back to Velma, thrusting and fucking with her tongue, as if it were her own kind of prick.

"Mmmmmfff!" she cried against the muffling tautness of Velma's firm ass-cheeks.

Her body thrashed. Her pussy clutched. She felt Velma's hands on her tits, massaging, helping the sensations to soar through her being.

Velma lifted off. "Yaaaaaagh!" she cried, finally able to vent her passion.

"Fuck her, Jay, fuck her!" Velma cried. Then, as if realizing that was too harsh, too like the old way, she modified it. "Give, Jay, give her your prick and your sperm and make her happy!"

Ellen fairly bellowed with the next orgasmic rush. Her eyes popped open with the shocking intensity of it.

And then she saw Burke watching her.

She snuggled up against him, cooing softly. They drove through the night, toward home. He'd been talking, but she hadn't been listening too hard.

"…followed her this morning," he said.

"What, darling?"

"I said, it came to me finally. Over the phone, she'd said she walked with you to your car, watched you get in and drive away. I asked her if she was sure. I remember doing that. Then, when the call came from Ben Hepple's man that they were just checking out why your car was still in the lot, I thought I'd better let him in on it. Ben and his deputies have already got her and the two guys with her."

"Got who, darling?"

He turned his head and grinned at her. "You didn't hear a word, did you. They got Wanda. A guy named Stan, and a big jerk called Cy. They were ripping all over the place in a stolen car. Real brains, right?"

"Right, darling," she said.

He looked at her again, his voice full of concern now. "Honey, are you sure you're all right?"

She snuggled against his arm again and put her hand in his lap, running her fingers up and down the bulge of his crotch, feeling a faint stirring there.

"I've never been better, Burke. We've never been better. Oh, hurry and get me home and in bed with you before I do something dangerous right now!"

"Dangerous?" he choked. "Like what?"

She gripped his cock gently. "Like suck your prick off while you're driving!" she said huskily.

He shivered. His foot became heavier on the pedal. After a time, he swung into the drive.

"Is Tish home?" Ellen asked.