James Evers - Hungry wives

"If you don't let me up… I swear I'll scream so loud that every cop within thirty miles will be here!"

The smile quickly faded from his face, and in one vicious lunge he drove the butt of his whip into her cheek, the hard ivory pressing into her rosy flesh. "You do that, my dear, and I'll knock you so senseless your ears will ring for the next twenty years!"

Marge lay there quivering, her cheek pressed painfully against the ridge of her teeth, and followed her line of vision up the barrel of the whip and into the smoldering coals of his eyes. She sensed immediately that he meant it, and was grateful to see a smile break over his intense face.

"But that shouldn't really be necessary. It's for emergencies like this, and to avoid any unnecessary violence that I will provide you with this."

He reached over and grabbed a gag from the foot of the bed, tying it quickly over her gasping mouth. "There, that should sufficiently stifle any screaming urges. I'm telling you, you're just bringing this an yourself… I have no intentions of damaging you… just a little pleasure-type pain to enhance the evening… And now I think it's time to look at what we've got."

He crawled off of her, and rolled her over onto her back. Now she felt more helpless than ever. She was lying on her arms, her legs spread wide, forced open to his lusting gaze by virtue of being harnessed to her struggling wrists.

"Very beautiful," he gasped, standing over her and tracing the soft curves of her form with the ends of his leather straps. "More beautiful than I imagined you could be."

The leather caressed her body, starting with her tits. He dragged the whip across her chest, certain strands falling away to slide off the firm, round dunes of flesh, and others remaining to drag across the hard knobs of her straining nipples.

He continued downward, the leather tickling over her flat belly, and into the vee of her crotch, before sliding up like dangling streamers to brush the inside of her thigh. He then reversed direction, retracing the path along her leg, pausing to push the tip of his whips against the hard clit throbbing beneath the pink folds of her cunt-lips, and returning to the peaks of her tits.

"We must soften them up," he moaned, his eyes glued to the tender orbs, their turgid nipples screaming from the dark sea of her areolas. "We must tenderize them, and open them to the maximum of sensation."

With a quick flick of his wrist, he rapped the leathery ends of the whip across her chest, her body jerking out a muffled cry as the hot pain of his gesture burned into the tender flesh. Again he stroked the whip, raising long red welts that furrowed out like bulging veins.

With one more quick stroke, he dropped to his knees and straddled her stomach, his bulging cock drooling its tiny threads of pre-cum onto her bare belly.

"Now they're ready to be touched… to be fondled. Now they can feel my fingers holding them."

He dropped the whip momentarily, and began kneading her tits in his hard, lusting grasp, her reddened flesh spilling between the opened fingers of his hand.

Marge braced herself for more pain, but was surprised at the intensity of the pleasure that now filled her confused body. His hands were like a cooling breeze on her burning tits. Her skin was more sensitive, more alive to every hair and ridge of his searching hand than she had ever thought possible.

Her body began twisting beneath the bold manipulations, her chest thrusting up to scrape her mw nipples against the sandpapery palm of his groping hands. The tingling bolts of passion surged like darting arrows through her brain.

"Yes! Good! You're good. That means we can move on… on to better pleasures."

With this he reached over and grabbed his whip spin, placing the leather bound handle down hard over her taut nipples, and rubbing the soft suede over and over the aching, sensitive buds.

"We must now prepare your lovely cunt… get it nice and ready for my huge cock."

He then crawled backward, positioning himself between her outstretched thighs. Slowly, his hands still stretched upward to maintain the leathery massaging of her tits, he lowered his face to the glistening, moist lips of her cunt.

He inhaled deeply, drinking in the passionate aroma of her seething cunt, before finally pressing his hungry lips into the crinkled labes, and parting the soft folds of her twat with his piercing tongue.

Marge's aching body now squirmed frantically against the dual bliss of his tongue rolling in long drags across her pulsating clit, and the hard pressure of the bar raking in thrilling torment the raw nubs of her nipples. Her moans spilled out in muffled waves, her jaw clamping down in a viselike grip that threatened to snap the stretched cloth of the gag.

And still his tongue flew in and out of her running hole, his own passion growing with the force of an avalanching boulder. On and on he licked, until he could no longer delay the warm invitation of her soft pussy.

"NOW!" he yelled, his soaking face rising from the warm nest of her crotch. "NOW! I want you… I want to feel my cock in your cunt… your beautiful, delicious cunt!"

Quickly he got up and rolled her over on her knees, her face crushed down into the soft mattress. He positioned himself behind her, and pressed his throbbing cock into the quivering entrance of her cunt.

"Now, bitch!" he spat, his passion wavering in the tremors of his voice. "I'm going to have you the way you should be had – dog style – like the bitch you!"

Frantically he pushed his hips forward, his cock straining to intrude its massive bulk into her waiting channel, Marge hunched forward, his huge dong tearing at the sensitive walls of her cunt. She felt almost virginal as her groin ached with the searing pain.

"Take it, bitch! Take it! Swallow my fucking cock with your goddamn cunt!"

In one violent lunge he broke the baffler of her ringing muscles, and climbed the dark mystery of her hot, clinging tube. His body was racked with tiny shivers as he felt her walls collapse around him and close like a spongy vise an his hungry cock.

"Aaaaaaggggghhh aaaaahhhhhh! Oh fuck! It's… God…pump me! Puuuuuump meeeeee!"

He was a madman. His hips rammed blindly, pounding his meat in frantic thrusts against Marge's desperately sucking pussy. The slurping suction of his long battering strokes filled the room. His arm lashed out unconsciously, laying blow after blow of burning leather across her back, and driving her on like a team of horses before him.

"ffuuuuuuucccccckkkk! I'm coming! Pump, you fucking bitch, pump! Ggggggoddddddd!"

Marge was lost in the agonizing bliss of his rampaging prick. Each lash of the whip drove her harder against his rutting tool, her ass pressing the bush of his pubic hair in an effort to swallow the full, gorging length of his cock.

For several seconds she teetered on the brink of orgasm, her hips pumping maniacally, waiting for that one tiny push that would drop her from the nest, and force open the wings of her insanity. And then it came.

She looked between her splayed legs and saw the wrinkled sac of his balls jerk and contract, preparing the load that would burst in seconds inside her. That was all it took.

"Aaarrrhhhgggghhhhh!"

The two twisting bodies exploded like twin volcanoes, each out to blow the other one apart. His cock belched its fiery fluids out in wrenching spasms, melting her in the heat of his flaming ecstasy, while her cunt burst its boiling walls and drowned his cock with the lava-like flow of her orgasm. On and on it went, dissolving them in nature's violent bliss.

"He did what!" Jenny just could not believe what she was hearing on the other end of the phone.

"He tied me up, and then whipped me," Marge replied, a giggle in her voice.