J Bradley - Wife in bondage

One of his hands caressed the side of her face. He felt around at the lump in her cheek caused by his pulsing cock-head until she swirled her tongue around the shaft and changed its angle. Then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and he felt that.

His hand slid down her throat, the fingers feeling the swallowing motions it made. He let it slide farther down, into the torn neck of her dress.

Then his fingers caught the slope of her firm tit. They surrounded the jutting cone and cupped it, teasing and tugging at the nipple.

Ellen caught her breath. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. Her nipple began to tingle and stretch and fill with sensation.

She felt it go hard and rubbery as it hadn't done in years and years. The sensation frightened her. She stopped sucking, just letting his cock fill her mouth and swell rhythmically against the back of her throat.

She hadn't felt like this in ages. Even when Burke fucked her, as she let him do whenever he wanted, because she was his wife, she felt nothing.

She lay in bed and was able to blank her mind out. She would be conscious of his labored breathing, of his kisses that attempted to arouse her, of the way his hands slid gently and fondly over her sweet, youthful, full body.

But she would feel nothing. She made herself feel nothing. She would be conscious of the frictional sensations of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but there would be no more in it for her than she'd felt with Cy. Less, in fact, because Burke's cock didn't hurt, didn't threaten to split her apart.

She wouldn't let herself feel anything when she was fucked because she was afraid to let her passions go. The last time she had done that, it had cost her everything.

The sudden awakening of her nipple frightened her. She didn't want him to play with it any more. She didn't want to be stimulated. She didn't want to start wanting again.

"Nnnnngh!" she groaned around his cock.

"Like that, huh, baby?" he grinned, pulling at her nipple some more, making it burgeon to a hard, rubbery nub of sensation.

She shook her head. His prick waggled in her mouth. He thought she was teasing him some more, giving him a different kind of sucking. He began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, using her face as he would use her cunt.

His hand swept up and down the front of her body, massaging her big tits, feeling her flat stomach, the pinch of her narrow waist, the swell of her hips.

He put his palms on her thighs and slid them up, nicking her skirt along with them, making her pussy bare. It was open from the way her legs were positioned in the chair.

He stroked her slit, pinching her puffy pussy lips gently between his fingers. She moaned and protested, but the sounds only spurred him on and made his cock throb against the back of her throat.

When he touched her clit, breath puffed from her nostrils and blew against his pubes. A throb went through her belly that she couldn't believe – dull at first, yet achingly sweet.

God, it couldn't be happening! Not with him! Not with an animal like him! Not after all this time of feeling nothing!

"Ahhhh, that's it, baby, that's the way I like a pussy to be. Wet and silky, quivering with lust for a big cock! I knew I could get you going, you cheap bitch!"

"Stan! Oh, God, Stan, you're doing it!"

Ellen heard Velma's jealous cry. Then she heard Stan's growl and felt his prick throb and jerk readily in her mouth.

"Goddamn it, Velma, get out of here," he groaned. "Either that or come over here and help Christ, I'm gonna come! What a cock-sucker she is! Natural born cock-sucker, just like I knew she was behind all that sophistication crap. Ohhhh, yeah, come over here and help, baby, and I'll send a big load into her phony, double-talking mouth!"

Ellen heard the door close. She thought Velma had left. Then she heard the girl's footsteps coming across the room until she was standing there, watching.

"Don't stop sucking his prick, you phony cunt," Velma said to her cruelly, shocking her with the sudden change. "Keep those lips moving. Do I have to show you how to give him a good blow-job? Stan, let me suck your hot prick and show her how it's done, honey."

Ellen felt the girl's hand on her face, the slim fingers wrapping around Stan's prick as the root protruded from her pursed lips. She caught on. The girl was still jealous as hell and was trying to be clever.

"Let go, baby," Stan moaned, pulling her hand away. "She can't watch you when she's blind folded. Besides, she's doing all right. But she does it better when she's hot. Get down and heat her up, baby – you know how."

"Promise you'll fuck me afterwards, honey?" Velma gasped, running her hand over his belly and around to his clenching buttocks.

"Yeah," he grunted.

Ellen felt Velma move around. Stan was toward the side of the chair so that he wouldn't have to lean forward to fuck his prick into her mouth.

She felt Velma go to her knees in front of the chair and position her body between Ellen's spread legs. She felt the soft press of braless tits on her inner thighs.

Then she felt the slim fingers on her mound. They pried her puffy twat lips apart, baring the pink slit. She felt the blue eyes staring right at her open cunt, and she couldn't help the throb of sensation that pulsed through her belly again.

Her lips sucked once more. Her tongue washed around the shaft of ready prick. She couldn't accept that this was really happening to her, or what she was feeling inside.

She thought she'd done everything. She thought that by the age of sixteen there was nothing else about sex that could happen to her. But she'd never done this. She'd never sucked a hard, steely, throbbing prick while another girl pursed her lips and slipped them down over her standing, pulsing clit!

"Nnnnnnngh!" she moaned around the bucking shaft.

Her hips jerked. Her buttocks slid forward on the chair. Velma helped them by wrapping her hands around Ellen's ass and pulling. Her arms pulled at the sockets, and her knees spread wider apart because of the way they were tied to the chair legs at her ankles.

She felt her cunt open wide. She felt the slim fingers pulling the fleshy lips apart even wider. The warm puffs of breath from Velma's nose tickled her pubes.

Her pussy sucked and spasmed involuntarily. Her clit throbbed and burned, stretching from its tented folds and spiring between the soft, sucking lips.

Velma drew with little sucks on the hard clit. The tip of her tongue flicked the blazing tip and traced the outline of it, sliding up one side of the thick root and down the other.

Her chin nestled into the soft, silky folds of Ellen's pussy mouth as if trying to fuck her that way, and it moved back and forth with the motions of her jaw.

Ellen gasped and moaned. Her hips twisted and shook with involuntary motions. Her knees swayed open and closed around Velma's big-titted body.

The sensations came. She couldn't stop them. She'd kept them hidden and subdued for sixteen years, but the two of them were undoing all that and making her body blaze.

She couldn't help the way her lips sucked and drew on the hard prick fucking between them. She couldn't help the way her pussy lips fluttered and pulsed around Velma's intruding chin.

She felt her vaginal tunnel squirm and ripple, clear to the back of the wet channel. She felt the unused muscles stretch and yawn and slowly come to life, and her cunt began to squeeze and pulse all along its length.

There was something faintly ironic about the way it was happening. She was sucking on Stan's big, hard prick while Velma was sucking on her throbbing little clit, and they were both about to come.

The difference would be in the torrential flood of sperm that he would spurt forth into her throat. And the difference would be that she hadn't came for years and years.