J Bradley: Wife in bondage

She gasped and tried to stop it from happening. She tried to shut her mind off to keep from feeling the electric sensations jolting through her body.

She couldn't do it. She wondered why she should try, what difference it would make any more. Gram was dead. There wouldn't be any shame heaped upon her this time.

She had paid for her wantonness of the past. With a daughter she had managed to raise by herself until she'd married Burke. With years of self-denial! By becoming respectable and proper as the wife of a leading citizen. What would one little stolen orgasm hurt after all that?

"Ahhhhh, God!" Stan gasped suddenly, one hand squeezing Ellen's cone-shaped tit; the other pressed against the back of her head so that her mouth was fully down around his pulsing prick.

"Is she hot, honey? Is she going to give you a good suck-off?" Velma groaned, becoming heated herself. "Ohhhh, you'd better swallow all that cum, Ellen! Don't you waste a drop of it, or I'll bite your slobbering cunt! You give my man a good one, hear?"

She plunged her face between Ellen's tight thighs again. Her tongue speared up the slippery, twitching pussy hole and jabbed rapidly back and forth fucking it as it hadn't been fucked ever.

No! Ellen cried inwardly. It can't be happening! I can't be ready to come!

But she was. It had been a long time, but not too long to remember what it was like, what the breathless rise toward the shuddering peak felt like.

Her chest pumped in and out. Her tits swelled and thrust forward inside the torn top of the dress and into the cupping hand. Blood pounded through her whole body, making every extension of her being tingle unbearably.

At the same time, she felt Stan's big cock throb and buck inside her mouth. She felt the pump and pound of blood and sensation through it, the way it swelled her lips apart and thudded at the back of her throat and all along the length of her tongue.

She felt her cunt mouth open wide, hesitate, and then crush tightly around the warm, velvety tongue fucking in and out of it. Her knees shuddered and squeezed around the slim body between them. She felt her ass cupped in the firm hands and tipped slightly so that her pussy lifted upward and opened in a lewd way.

Then it started. The great, pounding waves of orgasm. They crashed through her and shook her body, tossing it to and fro, as if a terribly pent-up dam had burst and poured forth.

"Nnnnnngh!" she squealed tightly in the back of her throat.

"Yeah! Ahhhhhh, God!" Stan bellowed. "She's hot! She's sucking! God, she's going to get it all! Drink, drink! Swallow every drop, you hot-assed phony bitch! Here it comes! Yaaaaaaaagh!"

Through the dizziness of her spinning emotions, Ellen was aware of the quick jerking of his cock, the pulsing swell of the spongy head at the back of her throat.

Then she was gulping and swallowing and yelling silently at the same time. His sperm hosed and boiled from his big prick, shooting and splashing into the back of her throat and down into her stomach.

Her lips sucked and pulled greedily, their motions automatic, unconscious, a reflex learned years and years ago. Her tongue slithered heatedly up and down the jetting shaft, milking and massaging, pulling the wads of sperm up from his full balls until they were empty.

It came and came. She shuddered and twisted, unable to believe the intensity of it. It had never been like this. She'd never come this hard – not that she could remember. If she'd remembered its being like this, she might not have gone without all that time.

Her pussy lips fluttered and spasmed about Velma's thrusting tongue. She could feel her cunt walls shudder. She could feel them leaking and draining pussy honey in quantities she never would have believed possible.

She could even feel her tight asshole pulsing in and out, as if it wanted fucking, too.

The thought made her gasp and whimper. She wrenched her head to the side, and Stan's prick slipped from her mouth, coated with sperm and saliva, smearing her lips with it.

"Ahhhh, God!" she cried aloud, feeling liquid run warmly down her chin. "No! No!"

She sobbed harshly. Her body tingled all over. She was still shuddering with the final pulses of her orgasm. Her pussy was sodden with her shameful flow of cunt honey, and the tissues were red and swollen with evidence of her wanton lust.

She felt totally devastated, utterly foul. She'd done it. After all this time, she'd done it again. And time hadn't erased the feeling of depravity and fright afterward, the sinking feeling that she'd done something unspeakably base.

And she had. Now that it was over and she was not overcome by gasping emotion, she could see that she had degraded herself beyond belief.

Ellen Chidsey, wife of Burke Chidsey, prominent jeweler and civic leader, whose heritage went back to the founders of the state and to the state senate – she had let the sexual assault of a criminal animal and his girl friend drive her to impossible heights of orgasmic bliss.

She had sucked a rank, unwashed cock and swallowed the boiling flow from it greedily. She had suffered the sucking and fucking of another girl's mouth on her virtuous pussy and had loved it!

God! She knew she shouldn't have let her emotions take over! There was nothing left but debasement and shame again.

Gram! Gram – I didn't mean it! She cried inwardly. Qhhhhhh, God, Gram! Never again – never, never!

"Ahhhh, Christ, my prick's burning!" Stan groaned, his head back, his hand wrapped around the stiff, throbbing shaft. "She sucked the shit out of it and it's still blazing!"

He wheeled around, his lips pulled back in a grimace, his cock jutting redly from his pants. He began jacking it, trying to ease the terrible flaming sensations tingling through his cock, making it feel as if it would shatter with the merest touch.

He paid no attention to Ellen. He didn't see her lick her wet, drooling lips and choke. He didn't hear her moans of self-recrimination. There was nothing in the world for him at that moment but the flaming shaft in the circle of his fingers.

"Ohhhh, honey," Velma moaned, seeing his condition. She stood. She wiped the glistening pussy juice from her face. She pushed her pants and panties to the floor.

"Ah! Ahhhh, Christ!" Stan cried again, staggering toward the bed. To watch him, one would think he'd been stopped right at the peak of his orgasm.

"I'll take care of it, honey!" Velma cried, pushing her curving body against him, making him turn onto his back on the bed.

She wasted no time. She swung her leg over his body. She positioned her open middle right over his flaming prick. She spread her puffy pussy lips wide with the tips of her fingers and moved her hips and pelvis around until his cock-head was at her cunt mouth. Then she sank down over his prick and sucked the whole burning length of it up into her wet, ready cunt.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck!" Stan bellowed. "God, fuck my prick with that slippery cunt, baby! Shit, here I come! Already! Baby!"

"Give it to me, Stan! God, pour it up my pussy where it belongs, honey! You know my hot pussy's the only place that wonderful prick should be! Ohhhhh, Stan, when are you ever going to learn that this is your home!"

"Yaaaaaaagh!" Stan bellowed, jerking his hips into the air, shoving his prick into her ready pussy to the throbbing root.

"Me, too! Ohhhhh, I love your exciting prick, baby! Me too! I'm coming with you, honey! Ahhhhhhhheeeeee!"

Ellen turned her head toward the direction of the sounds. It was a normal thing, something she would look at if she could see.

She gasped. She could see.

The blindfold was still over her eyes, but the wrenching of Stan's hands in her hair had shifted it slightly so that there was a thin spot in the fabric over her right eye.