J Bradley: Wife in bondage

There was a dim light on in the house, coming from where he knew the living room was. It was the only light on the block, save for the street lamps. The curtains were drawn over the window, but that didn't stop him from seeing a shadowy figure pass in front of them and linger for just a moment.

He wasn't sure what he was looking at. There seemed to be two people casting their shadows upon the drapes. They seemed to be making the figure K. That's what it looked like, a big shadowy K on the drapes.

His mind spun. He tried to think how two people could make a K. There was only one way he could think of, and it made his pulse hammer.

He slipped from the car, glanced furtively up and down the deserted street, than dashed across it into Parker's yard. He hurried up to the bushes at the side of the house feeling incredibly criminal.

He hadn't peeped through a window since he was a kid, and even that time, he'd been with three other guys, all giggling and feeling high-spirited and daring.

But he had to know. If he went up to the door and rang the bell, he'd never know for sure. He wanted to know because of Ellen. He'd tried to believe for a while that her aloofness was something genetic – a low sex drive, or something.

Tish was nearly a carbon copy of Ellen physically. The same firm, wide-spaced, conical tits; the same slim waist; the same sweet hips and firmly packed ass and the same features and auburn hair.

But now that Tish had grown from the gangly eight-year-old girl she'd been when he'd married Ellen into the budding, now fully ripe fifteen-year-old beauty she was this year, a difference had developed between mother and daughter that he couldn't help but notice.

It was in the expression, in the mannerisms. Tish strutted. She thrust her tits ahead of her and challenged the world with them. She switched her tight ass when she walked. There was a gleam in her eye and a way of moving her mouth and pursing her soft lips that betrayed an inner flame her mother didn't have.

He had to know if it was real or if he'd just grown so horny he was eyeing up his stepdaughter now as well as his salesgirl.

He moved stealthily along the side of the house and into the covering bushes to the window there. His heart raced when he saw that the drapes didn't close over it completely.

He lifted his head and looked into the gap where they met and saw exactly how two people made a K.

It happened when his stepdaughter was bent at the waist, her naked, spread ass thrust behind her and gobbling up the stiff cock of the guy standing behind her pumping his hips against her firm butt.

And Tish was doing just that. Her head was tipped. Her auburn hair glimmered over her shoulders. Her pointed, young tits jutted from her chest, the nipples stiff and enlarged and pink.

Her mouth was open. Now that he was right up to the window, he could hear her passionate moans.

"Ahhhhh, Jack! Fuck me harder! Shove that hot prick deeper into my ass, baby! Ahhhhhh, God! Shoot it up my butt! Give me that sweet, syrupy enema, you big fucker!"

Burke recoiled. His cock pounded to full erection again, taking up where Wanda had left off with it, despite the fact that he was watching his stepdaughter.

Jack was fucking her ass! His cock was sliding in and out of her tight, clinging asshole, and she was loving it!

Not like Ellen. No way, like Ellen! Ellen would never let him slide his prick between her tight cheeks and into her asshole.

He'd never tried, never asked. He didn't have to. He just knew from the way she acted about regular pussy fucking that she'd never go for a thing like that.

It was the same with sucking, too. Lori used to nibble at his prick once in a while as he ate her pussy out and made her come, but Ellen would never suck her soft, full lips down around his shaft either. In fact, he'd been too chicken to try to eat her pussy, even.

That was what was driving him to the point of crisis with Wanda. Ellen would let him fuck her pussy all he wanted, but that was all. And even that was damn nearly a solo exercise.

Well, he knew now. Whatever Ellen's problem was, she sure as hell hadn't passed it on to Tish.

Burke's eyes widened. He saw Jack's hands come around to Tish's front. One of them captured her dangling, jiggling tits and massaged them. The other went to her pussy, and he could just see the middle finger slide up and down her parted, gleaming gap before sinking upward into her sweet young cunt.

"Ahhhh, you big fucker, you're driving me wild!" Tish cried, shaking all over.

She pumped her hips, making her tight, rubbery asshole slide along his stiff shaft. Her ass-cheeks clenched and released with each pump. At the same time, her watering pussy gobbled and sucked at his imbedded finger, and her tits filled his hand.

"God, what a tight asshole, baby!" Jack gasped, his balls swinging tightly under his crotch. "Man, I'm gonna pump a load up your butt! Oh, shit, am I gonna fill your ass! Man, Harvey, man! Ya gotta fuck Annie's ass! Get your cock out of her pussy and shove it up her sweet ass, you jerk!"

Burke's eyes bulged. He couldn't stop watching. His hand went to his fly and let his rampant prick spring loose. He squeezed the heated shaft tightly and then forced himself to tear his eyes from his stepdaughter's blazing body.

That was when he saw Ann and shit-head Harvey. He was fucking her like a rabbit. She was on the couch, stark naked, her head and back making a triangle with the seat and back of the couch.

Her buttocks rested right on the edge of the seat. Her thighs were spread wide. She was a cute little redhead with a thin patch of rusty fur over her mound.

Her tits were small and tight, two sharp bullets jutting from her chest. Her pug nose was wrinkled with the face of blissful agony she was making. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were pursed as she moaned and rocked her pussy up and down, using the edge of the couch as a swivel point.

Her lightly fuzzed twat was spread wide open around Harvey's thrusting prick. Her lips sucked and pulled at the shaft of meat, and they leaked sweet young pussy juice and smeared it all over her inner thighs and along his stiff cock.

Harvey was kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs. His hands were on her hips. His head was ripped back. He brought it upright and gazed down on her shaking tits and humping pussy, watching his dick pump in and out of her eager hole.

His buttocks were a blur of motion. He fucked her with incredible speed, putting as much feeling into it as the piston in a diesel engine.

Burke watched and had trouble believing the girl was really moaning with bliss. But if she were really groaning over a case of friction burn in her pussy, he couldn't tell it by the way her cunt rocked up and down and her juice flowed.

While he watched, she reached to her chest and cupped her small tits and played with them, seeming to derive great stimulation from that. Her hips twisted and shook, and, incredibly, Harvey fucked her even faster.

"Her ass, you shit-head! Fuck her ass!" Jack groaned, plowing his rigid cock all the way into Tish's butt again.

"Ohhhhh, Annie, do it! Do it!" Tish groaned. "God, am I going to come! Ohhhh, I wish Al were here right now! I wish I could be sucking his cock right now!"

Harvey turned his head, still pumping without missing a stroke. "Shit on Al," he said. "You can suck mine, Tish. Hey, God, you should see your face. Man, do you look hot! Hey, baby, suck my prick!"

He started to get up. Ann squeaked and grabbed him with her thighs and arms and held him where he was, her eyes suddenly wide.

"Don't leave me now, Harvey!" she cried. "Ohhhh, I'm going to come! Fuck me harder! Qhhhh, do something and make me come!"

Harvey licked his lips. He tried to fuck her harder. It was like a contest with himself to see how fast he could shake his hips and stroke his dick in and out of her hole, like seeing how many push-ups he could do.