Robert Vickers: Seducing her family

The muscles of his arms bulged as he supported himself over her. Then he slammed his prick into her cunt again. The impact would have slid her along the bed sheets if not for the bounds tightly holding her ankles. The ropes cut into her flesh, and the pain gave her a new sensation. The carnal delight she felt from his cock as it ripped into her juicy cunt, combined with the searing pain in her wrists and ankles gave her total pleasure.

Pleasure and pain merged and became one. They fueled the intense fire raging in her cunt. She came again. And then her insides seemed to explode. This was the most potent orgasm ever to rock bet eighteen-year-old body.

The man poising over her laughed. "Loving every second of it, aren't you, cunt? This is going to be for real, this time! Now I'm going to really shove it in!"

And he did. He plunged his prick up and down in her cunt until she was consumed with a burning fire that refused to die. She felt shaken and tossed high on the savage winds of orgasm. She clamped down firmly on the cock buried balls-deep in her cunt.

"Slut!" the man grunted. "You're trying to rip my cock out by the roots! I've never felt a pussy that could grip down as hard as yours! And so damned juicy, too. Can't believe it. Just can't!"

She wanted to tell him to really fuck her now, to string her out sexually and then give it all to her at once. But the ball in her mouth prevented her from talking. Tensing and relaxing, she gave him the message through her pussy.

He fucked faster.

The tiny fires gnawing at her flesh burst into massive blazes. The friction of his cock against her velvety cunt walls was almost too much for her to bear. And now, in addition to the wondrous feel of his monstrously huge prick in her cunt. She could feel him stimulating her clit every time he sank into her pussy.

She erupted like a volcano. Her cunt juices seethed out and boiled onto his balls. That spurred him on even more. He drove his spike of manly cock so hard into her she was sure he would bruise her cunt lips. She tossed from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping around her. It was the only motion her bonds permitted.

The rubber ball between her teeth suddenly sprang out as the rope holding it in came loose. "Aieeeee!" she cried. "I want more! Goddamn, fuck me gooood!"

"Damn bitch!" he muttered, but he fucked faster. His hips seemed to blur with the speed of the fucking. And when it seemed that he couldn't possibly give it to her any faster or harder or longer, he did.

She came, and the universe shattered around her. All she was aware of was the prick inside her tiny cunt and the wondrous feel of his body pressing down onto hers. Her tits at the point of exploding, her belly heaving, her lungs seared with the liquid fire she was breathing, she came the hardest she had ever come. She achieved the ultimate in human pleasure at that moment.

Annemarie gasped for air as he continued to piston hard into her softly yielding pussy. The bed was rocking back and forth, the springs sounding as if they would break under the load.

Then it happened. The bonds slipped loose. The ropes holding her legs broke, and his extra-hard thrust into her cunt sent her sliding across the bed. She twisted, and her hands came free. For a brief instant, she was torn between keeping her legs spread wide for him and running.

To stay meant maintaining the joys ripping through her body. But to run promised even greater delight. She jumped off the bed and ran.

"Damned bitch!" he screamed. "Come back here!" He rolled to the floor, and it took him a couple of seconds to get on his feet. He roared and raced after her, intent on fucking the living hell out of her now.

"You'll never catch me!" she yelled back over her shoulder. She dodged his outstretched hands and ran into the living room. Panting, she braced a big chair between the two of them. Her tits jiggled, and her breath came in harsh gusts.

He watched her every movement and got even hotter for her. Nothing in the whole Goddamned world mattered to him as much as getting a firm grip on this sexy blonde bitch and fucking the shit out of her. His cock demanded it, his manhood demanded it. She had actually run away while he had been fucking her. She wouldn't get away with that.

"Okay, slut, you're asking for it! Just give up and let me finish! Md maybe I won't discipline you too much!"

"Go to hell!" she cried. Her eyes glowed like hot coals. She was more turned on than she had ever been. She provocatively stoked her fleecy patch of pussy fur. Her furry triangle was dotted with drips of her cunt juice. He darted toward her and she jumped over the chair, her legs flashing whitely in the light.

"Come back here!" he called. He watched as her ass twitched and she flipped over the chair head-first. For a brief instant, her legs were just far enough apart that he could see her cunt. The silky hair surrounding her cunt was almost invisible, but her pink pussy lips were visibly wide. He wanted to shove his prick back into her humid cunt.

"Never! You're going to have to catch me and tie me up before you get me again! You're no master of mine! You couldn't be! I got away too easily!"

He dived at her and immediately regretted his actions. His prick stood out at an angle from his groin and caught on the top of the chair as he went over. He howled in pain. But then his cock snapped back and pulsed even harder than before with lust.

Len saw the girl running down the hallway toward the basement stairs. That single view of her almost made him come. Her long, legs, so perfectly shaped, her womanly thighs and ass, her glistening patch of cunt fur, her tits with their cherry-red nipples, her blonde hair flowing around her shoulders, made him all the more desirous of her.

She was beautiful. And the best fuck in the entire Goddamn world! And he was going to have her!

"Just wait! I'll show you! You're gonna be sorry when I catch you this time! It's not going to be a simple fucking! No way! I'm going to make you pay!"

The words stimulated him as much as they did the girl. She heard him jumping to his feet and felt him running right behind her. The fucking had burned its way into her cunt. She ran slightly bowlegged from the fucking she'd received.

She stumbled on the bottom step, and this was all it took for him to get her. He grabbed her waist and lifted her off the floor. He spun her around and dumped her onto an old mattress on the floor of the basement. Heavy dust rose around her.

The man found a long length of clothesline and wrapped a double loop around her ankles. When her feet were securely bound together, he rolled her over and tied her hands behind her back. Then he tied her wrists to her ankles, so she could only lie on her side or kneel.

"Suck my prick, bitch!" he commanded coldly.

She looked up into his eyes and saw stark lust burning there. She caught fire with renewed fury and began to struggle to her knees. When he began to whip her with a length of the clothesline, she realized he would go to any extreme.

A thrill of real fear shot through her body as she wondered if he might torture her. She tried to rise up. His stinging lash descended over and over again, but she could almost ignore the pain because of the sight of his prick bucking so near to her face. She inched forward on her knees. The way he had her tied up made every movement painful. But his cock! That wouldn't be painful at all. It would be a wonderful feeling in her mouth, rolling her lips along the turgid length, tasting the male musk his cock was sure to offer her.

"Suck, damn it!" he repeated, whipping her relentlessly. She cringed as the rope landed fully on her back and raised ugly red welts, feeding the flames of her lust like nothing else before.