Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

"I hate it!" Emily whispered, writhing as the cock pushed into her pussy again and again. "I hate it and I hate all of you!"

But she didn't really think she did. Greta's hands were warm and caressing on her tits, and all the action her pussy had received so far was having a distinctly odd effect on Emily's body.

Normally she went dry as soon as a cock was brash enough to slip inside her body, making the fuck an excruciating experience for her partner as well as herself. But she wasn't dry now, even though this cock was ramming its eight inches into her cunt repeatedly. The more Chaz thrust, the wetter her cunt seemed to get, and the slippery sliding thrusts sent sparks of heat bubbling through her entire crotch.

Her ass was mounted on one of the sofa cushions, lifting her high, and his cock seemed to go very deeply-deeper than she could ever remember being fucked. Wherever his cock was hitting, inside her pussy sheath, it was having a strange, weird effect on her body. She grew hotter and hotter, and sweat oozed from the pores of her skin.

His hands caressed her legs, still up in the air as he worked his prick in and out. From time to time he turned and licked at her thighs, running a sandpapery tongue across the tingling nerve ends in her flesh. She squirmed when he did that, and when she squirmed, her body seemed to wiggle beneath his, and his cock thrust even deeper!

"Aaaahhh!" she moaned. He was fucking very slowly, just sliding his prick into her, and puffing it out, and then easing it home again with that same deliberate, almost maddening precision.

She could feel each separate millimeter of his cock's length entering her cunt, pushing up her pussy until his big hard cock-knob bumped the bottom of her cunt channel, and then she could feel him just as clearly as he eased out and reentered her pussy.

As his body came down upon hers for the home-stroke, his cock-base rubbed her clit and her belly did flip flops, while Greta continued to cuddle her tits and plant warm kisses on her face and hair.

Chaz folded her legs around him. She was too weak to resist. Snuggled in the fucking warmth of her body, he leaned forward and let his mouth join Greta's. He and Greta shared her lips, her tits. He licked the nipples while Greta pinched them up into firm, cherry-berry red erections.

The nipples seemed to get longer and harder and hotter with each nip of Greta's fingers, each lap of Chaz's tongue. He took a tit into his mouth and sucked it lasciviously, still working his prick in and out of her with almost agonizingly deliberate, provocative thrusts.

She could feel her pussy juices leaking out around his cock, and she knew that she was even wetter than she had been with Greta's mouth glued to her cunt. She was being fucked like an animal, like a sex slave, a toy.

"Goddamn YOU, both of you!" she murmured. "Oh, what are you doing to me?"

But her legs were flexing as they enfolded Chaz's body, and that hard hot cock of his kept sliding into her pussy. He fucked so slowly, but so precisely and so deeply.

Emily's tits were so sweaty that Greta could hardly hang onto them. Chaz continued to suck at the tits while Greta pinched the nipples up hard for him, but the berry-red peaks didn't need any finger assistance to stay hard, not now.

They throbbed and pulsated, and Emily almost swooned as she felt the sandy-haired man's drool flowing all over the sanctity of her very private tits.

Her head was tilted back, and Greta's mouth descended hotly upon Emily's. Chaz joined them, made it a three-way tongue duel.

But as the alien tongues played against her own, slid all over the sensitive, tingling edges of her lips, stole in and out of her mouth in fuck-like penetrations, she found that she didn't mind nearly as much as she could have. Her pussy hummed around Chaz's thrusting prick, and she squirmed against him as if she actually desired his rape-like fucking.

She reached up for Greta's hair, her fingers twining through the shower-wet blonde frizzy curls. Her other hand was around Chaz's neck as he licked her face, as he fucked her with his long hard prick.

"Me now," she heard Greta purr, "I want you to stick it in me, Chaz. I wanna feel that big sweet cock in my pussy, right fuckin' now!"

"No!" Emily husked, and the sound startled her. "No, don't stop! Keep on fucking me, Chaz!"

Chaz eased his prick out of Emily.

"No," she repeated, reaching down to grab it, to steer it back inside. He wiggled his ass, his cock slipping wetly out of her grasp.

He broke the clutching, possessive grip of Emily's thighs and he rose to his knees, his long hard cock sticking out from his body. Emily looked at it, panting, unconsciously licking her lips.

Greta crawled around Emily, leaning across the tall woman's prone body, taking hold of Chaz's cock.

"It looks delicious," she giggled. "Oh, Jesus, Emily, it feels like you pissed all over his rod! I think you're starting to dig fucking!"

Greta let go of the cock and leaned toward it, smiling like a Madonna. The long shaft protruded toward her face. She stuck out her tongue and started to flip the cock's end up and down, licking playfully as she brushed it.

She winked at Emily, and then she opened her mouth and lowered it over the tip of Chaz's prick, swallowing his cock to the balls in one unbelievably deft gulp. A gurgling sound came from her cock-stuffed throat, and she grinned around the prick that totally filled her. Her cheeks hollowed in, and she sucked, moaning a little as her face moved slowly back up the long cock.

She came up to the cock-knob itself, and she held it inside her mouth, still sucking, her head twisting from side to side as she nursed on the man's erection.

Greta moved her mouth back and forth over the end of Chaz's cock, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth in quick swallowing gulps that took his cock not nearly so deeply as the first ingestion. Her tongue was going crazy around the cock as she sucked it, sometimes emerging from her mouth to lick down past where her lips held the prick entrapped.

"Tastes soooooooo good!" Greta whispered between sucks. "A cock always tastes sweetest when it's coated with pussy juice. You wanna try, Emily? It's your juice."

Emily shook her head, but she was already sitting up. Her hand was in her lap. She was shocked to realize that she was caressing her pussy lips, her fingertip moving in and out of the fuck-itchy mouth of her cunt.

Her cuntal mouth seemed to twitch and gulp and suck at the end of her finger, just as Greta's mouth was sucking so invitingly at Chaz's cock. She moaned, her eyes narrowed with a little bit of shame, and she blushed too, but her finger moved deeper, into the hot wet center of her pussy, and she moaned again, feeling the heat of her aroused cunt and clit.

"C'mere and suck it," Greta whispered provocatively, working her mouth up and down the exterior of Chaz's swollen prick. "I bet you'll dig it. Dukey said you got super hot when he raped your mouth and shot his cum down your throat. But this time it's your choice. You only have to play if you want to. In fact, if you don't wanna do it, I'm gonna suck this big sweet cock all the way off, all by myself!"

Emily was on her knees now, still working a finger in and out of her twitching cunt. The underside of her finger rubbed raw against the stubby button of her clit, and she winced as the pain became too sweet, too delicious.

I can't do this, she told herself, but her other hand was reaching out, touching the stiff barrel of the man's cock, and Greta giggled, moving her face out of the way as Emily's moved in for the bite.

She pressed her mouth against the hot, thick shaft of the cock, feeling the heat, the pulsation of aroused blood flowing through the meat.

"Oh, God," she whispered, the saliva flowing like a river from her mouth. She bit down onto Chaz cock – not hard, but enough to show that she was interested. He groaned and his prick moved sideways through her open, half clutching mouth.