Duncan Fox - Spankin mommy

Ann was accepting Pete's approaches, too. Maintaining her grip on his prick, she lifted her ass and let him, drag her suit down and expose her crotch. He slid the suit down her slender legs. She bent her knees and kicked the scrap of material away. Pete paused and struggled out of his cut-offs. Soon he was as nude as the girl beside him. Then he moved over her, lowered his chest to hers as their lips met in a slurping, tongue-twisting kiss. Ann's arms curled around his bare back, her nails bit into his tanned skin. His butt shone pale white in the near darkness. The sun was just a memory in the western sky. The beach was lighted by a quarter moon and a few lights in the parking lot, play area and comfort stations.

Charlie knew Pete and Ann were going to flick in a few minutes. His heart began hammering. He was going to watch Pete plunge his cock into Ann's tight, hot cunt! Knowing how it felt, having fucked her himself just a week before, would make watching a super turn-on. He didn't need to look down to know that his prick was so long and hard it was peering out the top of his pants like a predator looking for a victim.

Pete moved his body farther over Ann's. She slid one leg under him, opened her cunt to him, prepared to cradle his body between her thighs. Pete slipped over, and pressed her into the blanket with his weight. Her arms wrapped around his body, she squirmed beneath his bulk. His hips humped, evidently futilely. He pulled up and away. His cock was dangling downward, exploring Ann's brown pussy patch. She reached down, grasped the heavy rod, and guided it to the center of her pussy. Pete drove forward, and his prick slid deep into her steaming hole.

Charlie's breath hissed out from between his clenched teeth as he watched the carnal coupling. He was clutching Ellen's big jug. His fingers were sinking cruelly into her soft flesh. Her mouth was open with passion, her eyes glittering as she, too, watched Pete's prick entering Ann. Ellen's legs were squirming restlessly, thigh against thigh.

Pete drilled his prick deep into Ann's slight body, drew back, and plunged into her cunt again. Her hips heaved upward to meet his drive. She coiled her legs around his, locked the two of them together as he humped her. It wasn't possible to see his prick sliding in and out of her cunt now, but the motions of their bodies made it obvious what was happening. The noise of the surf drowned out the soft, sticky slapping sound of their fucking, but not their moans and gasps of pleasure.

The sight of the two naked bodies writhing together was incredible. Charlie shifted restlessly. His cock was uncomfortable again. Deciding he didn't give a shit whether it upset Ellen or not, he let go of her, stood up, and impatiently stripped off his pants and jock strap. His cock swung heavily, expanded. His balls tensed up against his groin from the change in temperature, then slid back down into their delicate, purse-like sac. Ellen's expression was impossible to read. She glanced over at his cock. She still made no move to pull her top up to cover her tits. Her nipples were hard and aroused. It was the only visible evidence she was affected by what was going on around her. She remained as she had been all day – cool, and controlled and infuriating. She was leaning back on her hands, with her ankles crossed, her legs straight in front of her, straight towards the tangled flicking knot that was Ann and Pete.

With cold deliberation, Ellen looked from Charlie back to Ann and Pete. Charlie was left standing there with his hard-on spearing out boldly. Her showy lack of interest in him as a sexual being infuriated Charlie. He stood over her for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists angrily. Then, controlling himself with a supreme effort, he sat down beside her, and turned his attention to the humping couple.

They were near the end. Pete's moves were quicker, sharper, with a long pause after each downward stroke. He jammed his cock into Ann's tight hole and held there, drew back, then jammed in again. Ann lurched and jerked in response to each of his thrusts. Clawing at his back, she writhed lewdly against him. Her clit was being mangled between her pubic arch and his. Their mouths were glued together in a sucking, slurping, penetrating kiss.

Pete shoved his prick home in her cunt one last time. They both mated as if they had been hitched to a high-voltage wire. Quivering, they strained against each other. It was obvious he was pumping his load into her cunt, even though there was no longer any visible movement. He had his prick balls deep in her twat and was pouring his thick cream into her hole. Her cunt walls were spasming around his jetting tool.

Inflamed by the sight, Charlie turned on Ellen Jameson. He grabbed her suit and one of her tits with brutal ferocity. She shoved him roughly away. Infuriated, he grabbed at her again. She twisted away, tried to escape. His grasp on her suit held her momentarily, and then the zipper opened and she squirmed her hips out of the tight garment. It tugged down her legs and she kicked free.

The triumphant laugh she let out as she broke away enraged Charlie. Hurling her suit down, he charged after her. His feet digging deep in the soft sand, his eyes fixed on her jiggling, flexing buttcheeks, he followed her across the beach. He started to gain on her almost immediately. The gap closed even more when she paused to cast a quick glance over her shoulder at him. There was no fear on her face – only lust and pleasure.

A flying tackle brought her down. Then her knee came up and slammed into his stomach, and Charlie let go of her as the wind whooshed out of him. She broke away, and sprinted in the direction of the comfort stations. Charlie scrambled quickly to his feet.

Furious, he sprinted after her. She got to the paved walkway and he lost ground because he was still in soft sand. She slammed through the door into the ladies' dressing rooms. Without hesitating, he followed. The door banged back against its stop as he slammed through it. A foot whipped out of the darkness and caught his ankle, bringing him down heavily and painfully on the tile floor. He slid on the wet floor and slammed into the far wall. He saw her silhouette as she ducked out the door.

As he got up, Charlie wondered if he was ever going to catch her. Then he thought of what he was going to do to her when he did. Anticipation made him run faster.

He vaulted the low wall around the playground. She had taken the longer way through the gate. As he cleared the bricks, he snatched up a mass of rope that was lying there. Three long strides and he slammed into Ellen's back and brought her down again. This time he carefully avoided her thrashing legs, and scissored his own around her and squeezed her tightly around the waist. When she swung at him, he grabbed her wrist, and quickly knotted a loop of rope around it. Catching her other arm, ignoring her panting and cutting and kicking, he tied her wrists together. Then, flipping her onto her stomach, he sat on the small of her back, facing her feet. His hard cock snuggled suggestively in the crevice of her ass. He hobbled her with a second length of rope, tied her ankles so there was about six inches of rope between them.

Then he let her buck him off. He rolled to one side while she thrashed, trying to get free. When she turned over and started to reach for the rope around her ankles, he grabbed the loose end of the rope holding her wrists and jerked her hands away from her feet.

"Come on, get up," he ordered. "It's time someone taught you a lesson."

"You think you're man enough to do it?" she taunted.

More determined than ever, Charlie dragged her towards the jungle gym.

She didn't exactly come willingly, but she didn't struggle as hard as she could have, either. At the framework of steel, Charlie passed the end of the rope from her wrists over the highest pipe and drew it tight, then tied it off. Ellen's hands were drawn up over her head. Her feet were firmly planted in the sand, but she could only move a foot or so in any direction.