Laura cowered on the bed wide-eyed and still, like a deer being stalked by a stealthy mountain lion. Her bound wrists lay in the hollow of her back, arching her body.
Rod paced angrily at the foot of the bed, flogging his wet cock with his right hand. It loomed hard and long, ready for anything. His wife's timid helplessness inflamed his lust.
"You know what's going to happen, don't you?" Rod shouted in an angry voice. "That fucking kid is going to brag to his friends. They'll talk to other kids. Pretty soon it'll be all over town… Laura Benton is a kid-fucking whore!"
"No," Laura said weakly, "Brad won't say anything."
"Like shit, he won't. When I was that age, if I'd fucked an older woman as great looking as you, I'd have shouted it from the roof tops!"
"He won't," she whimpered softly. Her shoulders ached from the tug of the rope. Laura pushed with her feet and rolled on her side to ease the pain.
Laura squirmed uncomfortably, her eyes glued to the throbbing beat of Rod's long cock.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Does the rope hurt your arms?"
"Yes," she whined. "When I'm on my back, it does."
"Well, let me help you." He came around to the side of the bed behind her and jerked at the knot that bound one wrist. When it pulled loose, he hauled the rope toward the heavy wooden post at the head of the bed, pulling her bound wrist that way. Then he looped the rope around the past on the other side and pulled it back.
"What are you going to do?" Laura's voice had a dry rustle, like dead leaves. Rod said nothing, but snared her other wrist and jerked it above her head. He tied it tight, one arm pulled toward each side of the bed. The he bent down out of sight. "Now what?" Laura wondered.
"More rope," he muttered, pulling the binding off another box. "I'm going to spread your fucking legs and tie them to the foot of the bed."
"No!" Laura kicked her feet in an effort to keep them free, but Rod's raging strength was far too much. In a moment he had her bound and completely helpless, spread-eagled on the bed, twitching and jerking like a rabbit in a snare.
"There!" he said with a grim smile. His gleaming cock heaved expectantly.
"Now what?" Her voice quaked, her lower jaw trembled. Rod still had another piece of rope. A short one, thick and strong, made of rough brown fiber. "What's that for?"
"A whip!" He doubled the heavy rope and held the two loose ends in his hand, whirling the loop above his head. It whined through the air like an angry bee. Naked, with his huge cock hard and throbbing, and the loop of rope twirling high above his head, Rod looked like an obscene cartoon cowboy. "Aaaaagggghhhhh!" he roared.
The thick loop of rope blurred and snapped and stung Laura's tender flesh. "Oooooow!" she cried, jerking her head and watching in horror as a red welt rose in a loop around her dripping, defenseless cunt. "Oooooowwwwwww!"
He hit her again just as the searing pain from the first lash reached her brain. Rod hit her again and again with the biting rope, maybe half a dozen tunes, so fast that neither of them could keep close count.
The maze of red welts spread to cover Laura's heaving breasts, her smooth belly, her quaking pussy mound. Between neck and knee, no part remained untouched. The tangle of red lines on white skin looked raw, like veins in a bloodshot eye.
Laura's piercing cries came faster and faster, a new loud scream of pain before the echo of the last had faded. Rod marveled at the sound. It was the same as she made when she neared an exciting sexual climax.
Her lusty wailing made his cock ache with raging desire. Veins webbed along its sides bulged and swelled, like the muscles in the arm he used to wield the heavy rope. "Aaarrrggggh!" He hit her again, his arm weak, his whole body trembling with the heat of intense joy.
Strangely, Laura felt pleasure more than pain. When the searing bite of the rope became more than her mind could bear, her brain tried to block it out, to pretend that it wasn't there. Her body became numb, then vibrantly alive again. Fuck oil gushed from her cunt like water.
In some twisted corner of her mind, the hissing loop of rope had become a giant cock. She writhed in aching joy each time it burned her skin. She screamed tense cries of passion each time it drew back for another vicious strike.
"Ooooooh," she moaned in a warble of sheer delight. "Rod, I love it! I love your big cock!"
"Whaaaaa!" The rope fell slack by his side. His prick gave a mighty heave, flaming the knob with bulging lust.
"I can't get enough of your huge prick!"
"Is that why you fuck with those punk kids?"
"Yes!" she shrieked. "Having them only makes me want you more."
"You want more, you'll get MORE!" He leaped up on the bed and knelt down by her head. "Bitch!" he hissed. "I'll give you more cock than you can stand!"
"Yes, yes," she begged in a gasping voice. "Do it. Fuck me! Fuck me hard. Make it hurt! Oh, Rod, it hurts so good!"
Rod spread his legs astride her face, his jerking cock throbbing only inches from her lips. Laura could feel the heat of his sweltering lust. She'd never seen him so excited! His trembling balls sagged in their warm sac and touched her nose. She breathed deeply of the pungent man-scent and reached out with her tongue.
"Hhhhhmmmmmm," he moaned. Laura tipped back her head and sucked one throbbing ball, rolling it in her wet mouth with the auger of her tongue. "Mmmmhhhhh!" Laura shifted to the other side, pulling with outstretched lips. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" she heard her husband gasp.
"I want your cock!" she cried.
"And you'll get it!" He reared back and plunged blindly for her wet mouth.
Laura twisted to receive his heated thrust. Still it didn't go in straight. His swollen cockhead made one cheek bulge and then glanced off, sinking into the waiting hollow of her throat. "Hhhhooooo!" She loved to suck a burning prick!
Her lips pulled tight, wavering with delight. Her tongue rolled and snaked out for his hairy root. With him above her, facing her feet, his immense prick was at exactly the wrong angle for a smooth entry. Laura had to tip back her head until she thought her neck might break.
All the familiar delights came to her upside down. Instead of plowing the roof of her mouth as it usually did, his burning cockhead raked the floor. "Mmmmmmmmm," she gulped. Rod bent down then and that pressed the bottom of his cock hard against her upper teeth. Laura had to twist her neck even more to keep from biting it half off.
It was the smell of his wife's cunt that drew him down. The scent rose thick and slow, eye-smarting strong, in musky acrid waves. Rod spread his tips wide and nibbled Laura's dense spread of damp pussy hair. It reeked the scent of lust. Damp and soft, he pulled her tangled hairs with his teeth.
"Yyyyyaaaahhh," she said Laura felt barbed spikes pulling between her widespread legs. She jerked and felt the answering tug of ropes that bound her down.
Rod continued his hungry mouthing while he rocked his hips to fuck her mouth, slow, even strokes at first, faster as his passions swelled. "Yyyyuuuummmm!" Fuck honey dribbled from her slit, sweet and sticky-smooth.
He lapped at it like some desert beast too long away from the waterhole. "Sssllluuuup!" Her tangy flavor burned his tongue. Laura writhed beneath his rasping tongue, squirming against the pull of the ropes just as she had when she felt the first bite of the rough whip.
Rod spread her soft wet pussy lips with a wiggling thrust of his tongue. Then he licked and lashed back and forth in the creamy slather at the mouth of her slit.
"Hhhhooooo!" Laura's hot breath bulged her cheeks and hissed out around the hairy base of his cock. He had it all the way in – all the way down her clinging wet throat.
Laura mumbled cries of joy from the neck twisting strain of his driving thrusts. His thick cock fur scrubbed her lip like a scouring pad when he spiked and twisted in writhing delight, feeling the gasp of her wet throat.
"Hhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" He inflated her cunt with the heat of his savage breath. "Hhhhuuuummmmm!" It stung the sensitive lips of her fucked-out pussy.
Laura answered by sucking more furiously on his driving prick. Her throat moved in rolling waves. Rod's tongue lanced out and he stabbed her pussy a half beat off the rhythm of his spearing cock.
Her tense nerves pulled tighter in jerks. Murmurs of joy rumbled deep in her heaving chest. Laura arched her back, pulling against cruel restraint, and pulsed the snug tube of her cunt around his thrusting tongue.
I want your cock! she screamed inside her mind, I want you to cum and flood my throat with spurting jism! But she lay bound and helpless, resigned to the fact that Rod would do with her as he damn well pleased!
She knew when their intense climax did come, it would be the greatest yet. That thought made Laura dizzy with expectant delight.
Cindy led her father down the long hall to her bedroom at the back of the house. He knew the way, of course. How many times had he gone that route to tuck her in when she was small? Now he followed with his lusty cock stretched long and powerful.
The golden sheen of her long blonde hair paled as they entered the darkness of her room. Dan quietly closed and locked his daughter's bedroom door, watching entranced as the last faint sliver of light narrowed to flash on the glaze of cum that had dribbled down her smoothly tapered legs.
"Now…" she said, turning to face him, spreading her arms to curl around his neck, "…now I want you to fuck my cunt!"
He felt a sharp pang of guilt, but only for an instant, only until the firm warmth of her tempting young body pressed against his.
Her soft belly snuggled against his upraised prick, pushing it back until it stood trapped between them. Dan felt his own sultry warmth. He moaned and tangled his grasping hands in the waves of blonde silk that flowed down her back.
Cindy hummed throaty sounds of animal delight. The way she sounded, the way she tensed and squirmed her eager body against his rigid prick, the way her musky woman-scent flooded the room, it was impossible for Dan to think other as a young girl. And no way could this lusty cunt be the innocent daughter he remembered.
He dug his hand between them and fingered her soft, blonde-furred pussy mound. Cindy said, "Hhhhhmmmmmm… Daddy!" and eagerly spread her legs, lowering one hand to guide his probing finger to her slit.
"You little witch," bemoaned. Then he hooked his finger and snagged her clit. He tweaked it up and down, rolled it side to side, then spun it in an ever-tightening circle.
"Hhhhaaaaaa," she gushed, "Hhhhhoooo, Daddy!"
He winced at the sound of that word, some distant echo from his conscience. The throb of his fast-beating heart quickly drowned it out. "Call me Dan," he insisted weakly.
She laughed softly, deep in her throat. "Sure… I'll call you Jesus Christ if you want… as long as I can have your big cock!" Her straying hand curled around it and teased softly up and down.
"You're a bitch!" he hissed. "A beautiful, prick-teasing little bitch!"
"I know what you want… I know what you've been hungry for so long!" She stroked with a firmer grasp, bulging a wave of foreskin over the hot knob of his flaming cock.
"Hhhhhaaaaaahhhhh!" Dan rasped out a hot breath as she tightly drew back his trembling cockflesh.
God, if his indifferent wife could see them now! Once, when his cock was aching as hard as it was now, Rhonda had coldly turned her back and curled in a tight ball.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" he'd asked, dragging her cool hand to his hot prick.
"I don't give a damn what you do with it!" Rhonda had said. "Slam it in the closet door. Fuck your secretary. Go out in the yard and fuck the dog… just don't bother me. I have an awful headache!"
The stupid bitch! She had no brains to ache. When he left her to fuck with the hot-blooded young redhead who typed and took dictation, Rhonda screamed and cried in bitter wrath. Then she hired some bitch lawyer who went, for his balls on the way to his bank account.
Dan had laughed bitterly when he saw the settlement Rhonda had the shyster bitch draw up. He read it all, twice and said, "This is the first good fucking I ever got from you!"
Cindy's wavering fingers tugged his straying thoughts back, to the present. "Mom must have been crazy to let you go," she purred in warmth and admiration. "I'd have fucked that cock until you couldn't walk!"
"Don't talk…" He didn't want to be reminded. He circled her clit again until all Cindy could do was wail and tremble with shivers of joy.
"Oooooo, fuck me!" she moaned and threw herself backwards on the bed.
It took Dan a moment to find her. The furniture wasn't the same as before. His groping hands first touched her tits, firm cones of proud flesh pulsing with warmth from within. He stroked them, pulling and drawing his fingers toward red nipple crowns, thick and hard and burning with wanton desire.
"Oooooooh," Cindy cried in the gloom. "I'm ready… I'm ready NOW!"
Dan felt his way down to her legs and spread them wide. Cindy gasped and waited, feeling the narrow bed sag down when he knelt between her smoothly tapered legs.
The strong scent rising from her juicy slit pulled on his cock the way a magnet would draw a hot steel bar. It flexed downward, guided by her hand. Her dripping warmth engulfed him. Soft outer lips parted with quivering joy. A snug ring of taut flesh then squirmed and pulled to suck him in.
It was the warmest, wettest, tightest little cunt he'd ever fucked. It grasped with trembling waves. It pulsed and strained, eager and uncertain. It had never held a cock as hot and hard as his was then.
"Cindy," Dan said with a lusty roar. He let his full weight fall on her, his back arched only slightly to cushion the shock of his stabbing thrust.
Cindy's spread legs jerked up and locked around his waist in a grinding scissors-grip. She wanted no cushion. Her hot young pussy wanted all the prick he had to give. "Hhhhhooooo," she cried in gushing ecstasy. "It's so long and fucking HOT!"
He rocked back and viciously spiked her again, not wanting to hurt her but needing to feel the full depth of her seething pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Cindy could hardly catch half a breath between his driving thrusts.
"Damn! You fucking little whore!" It took all his strength to make her purr, one swift, deep reaming jab after another, and still she whined and begged for more!
"Go, Daddy, go!"
He didn't give a damn now what she called him. He just wanted to fuck her eager young cunt-fuck it hard and deep like it had never been fucked before. His hairy loins slapped furiously against the upraised valley between her legs. He ground and twisted at the bottom of each stroke, wrenching her clit when he did.
"Hhhhheeeeeee!" Cindy squealed. It felt like someone twisting a giant screw. Ripping threads wound deep inside her. And each time, the grinding force increased. She gasped and chanted when she could, "Fuck, Daddy. Fuck Daddy. Fuckdaddy!" As he beat faster, it became one word. "Fuckdaddyfuckdaddy!" Then a jumbled wail.
When the sound of her cries rose toward a fevered pitch, Dan eased the tight knot of control at the base of his cock. He rammed it deep and let fly a searing burst. Hot jism flared from his cock and left a heated trail.
Cindy felt the splattering flood. God, she didn't know where it came from. How could a man hold so much? How could he fire again, so hot and so fucking fast? She couldn't count the rippled spasms that filled her pussy.
Her cunt boiled with the fiery cum. It made slurping noises when Dan drew back, hissing like steam when he stabbed in. Hot cum became a froth like egg whites whipped thick and smooth. It puddled warmly beneath her upraised ass, and she squealed when he rammed her down into his sticky goo.
"Hhhhhhheeeeeeeoooooooh! I'm cumming. I'm cumming too!" In the darkness, her thoughts blazed. For an instant she saw Rod Benton's face, as she had that afternoon… but the hammering magic of her own father's cock was even more delightful than the fucking she'd had that afternoon. Rod had been right when he said it was just the best so far!
Rhonda Wilson got off work at midnight. She walked quickly to the car, hoping to avoid George, the maintenance man so hot to get in her pants.
"Hey, Rhonda," he called after her, "let's go grab a beer!"
"I'm not thirsty," she said without looking around.
"Then let's fuck!" he said.
"George, you can fuck-off! I need your cock like Custer needed more Indians!"
He walked away mumbling, "Frigid bitch!" And Rhonda winced. It wasn't fair! Just because she was divorced, all the men at the plant seemed to think she had a constant cunt ache, that she would happily drop her pants for any ass hole who asked.
Then sadly she thought, my pussy does itch! Like the old saying, you don't think about what you have until it's gone. She wanted her husband Dan. She needed that big prick she had so stupidly ignored once too often.
There had been men in her life since – several – but not one worth a shit compared to what she had before. "Oh, fuck… I was such a selfish, stupid bitch!" she cried when she closed the car door. "I'd give my ass to have him back!"
That's the one thing she had never, never done. Let Dan fuck her in the ass. He wanted to. He'd tried several times, but she'd squirmed away in disgust.
She couldn't help it. Her upbringing had been so strict. Rhonda had thought back to her childhood many times during her months alone. And she realized now that her mother's stern lectures had completely turned her off. As a virgin bride she had been properly fearful of sex. Her mother said it hurt, and it sure did. And after that everything went from bad to worse. Damn, she thought, if I could only do it all over again.
But it was too late for that. Dan probably never wanted to see her again. She couldn't blame him. He had his red haired bitch. Why would he want to give her another chance?
Rhonda fingered her restless cunt through the slacks she wore to work. Well, if I can't have Dan, there is a way I can have a cock like his. She smiled and rubbed harder on her drooling slit, thinking lewd thoughts of her young son Brad.