Cindy Wilson felt warm with an inner glow long after Rod left the house. She'd watched from the window, her blonde hair gleaming in the faint light of the setting sun, as he crossed the street with strong, determined strides.
She smiled and felt her confidence swell, watching him dodge nimbly between his car and the empty rented truck. That morning when the truck first arrived, Cindy had seethed with envy.
First she saw Mrs. Benton – Laura – her full figure and shining raven hair. So beautiful and so much a woman. Then, peering through a slit in the drapes, she'd watched Rod Benton climb down from the cab of the truck, strong and distinguished looking. Cindy had known then what she must do to prove herself a woman too. She had to have Rod Benton.
It wasn't that she lacked for sex. She had her pick of guys at school. When she leaped and pranced in the short gold skirt and tight black sweater the cheerleaders wore, a thousand young male eyes stayed glued to her every move.
But they were just kids, even the seniors who thought they were such hot stuff. Cindy felt more like a woman, she had for a long time. And she wanted a man. A real man. Someone strong, confident and controlled.
Why that urgent need? Why the restless yearning, when with just a wink and a smile she could have any hot young cock she wanted? Suddenly she knew. There was an aching void in her life that only a man could fill. And not just any man. Not Rod Benton or anyone else, but the man she knew better and loved more than any other.
With a trembling hand, Cindy picked up the phone and dialed a number she had memorized. She tossed her long blonde hair aside and cradled the receiver close to her ear. The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Cindy drew in a nervous breath. What if he wasn't home. And what would she say if he was? Suddenly she felt like a little girl again, not like a woman at all.
"Hello?" a gruff male voice said at last.
"Hi," she answered with a nervous tremor that turned her voice to a pitiful squeak. "It's me Cindy."
"Cindy, what the hell? I mean, how are you, honey?"
"I'm fine," she said with a vixenish grin. "Just fine." She could still feel echoing throbs of a long, thick cock deep in her hungry cunt.
"Then what is it?" he asked. "I wasn't expecting you to call."
"I know, but I have to talk to you."
"O.K., talk." Impatience crackled in his voice. The dapper, dark eyed man on the other end of the line gazed hungrily at the busty young redhead lounging on the couch beside him. He rolled his eyes in an open gesture of frustration, covered the mouthpiece and whispered to her, "Just a minute."
"I don't mean on the phone," Cindy said. "I need to see you… talk face to face."
"Honey, we can't do that. Not right now. You know your mother wouldn't like it."
"She's at work," the young blonde said. "She won't be home until after midnight."
"I can't come there," he said firmly.
"Then I'll come to your place."
"No," he snapped harshly. Then his voice softened. "I… er, well… I've got company."
"Oh," she answered with a bitter chill. "And I guess she's more important to you now than I am?"
"No, it's not that, but…"
"Please," Cindy begged. "It's important. I have to see you."
The man sighed. He never had been able to resist that sorrowful tone of her voice. He could almost see the look of pleading urgency in her eyes. "All right," he said. "I'll be therein a little while."
"I knew you would!" she gushed excitedly. "Thank you, Daddy. Thanks a lot!"
Cindy smiled as she hung up the phone. Her confidence came swelling back. When her father said he had company, he meant that fiery red-haired witch from the office where he worked. She took a long breath and swelled her firm young tits. She'd show them. She'd show them both!
Brad Wilson stumbled into the living room, around the piles of boxes and jumbled furniture dropped here and there. At the front door he paused, rasping for breath, listening to the babble of angry voices from the bedroom.
He knew all hell was about to break loose, and he wanted nothing more than to get away. Far away. His parents had argued in the same tone before his father left. With them the trouble was not enough sex. He'd heard his father rage and call his mother "icy pants" more times than he could remember.
Brad pulled up his pants and quickly buttoned his shirt. The Benton's bitter quarrel was getting louder, and he heard Mr. Benton call Laura a "stinking whore" as he ducked out the door.
With them the trouble was too much sex. Halfway down the walk Brad heard Mr. Benton call Laura a "slut" and a "nympho", and then a sharp crack like maybe he'd hit her. Brad sighed and took a long breath. He didn't understand adults. Not at all. He needed to be with someone nearer his own age. And not his sister. Not her of all people. Shit, her head is messed up worse than mine, he thought.
And no wonder! As soon as Cindy's girlish figure began filling out, their father lectured her constantly about how rotten young guys are, how all they wanted was to feel and fuck. Of course, his dad never used the word "fuck", not with precious little Cindy. He got around it by saying stupid things like, "get fresh" and "go all the way". Even like that, he made having sex sound like an awful sin.
But then at night in their bedroom, Brad would hear his dad say terrible things when his mother wasn't all hot to trot. It didn't make sense. Of all of them, Laura Benton was the most honest and put-together person he knew. At least she knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Rod Benton grabbed Laura by her long black hair and jerked her off the bed. She cowered before him and he gave her a stinging backhand slap across her face. "You stupid cunt!" he roared. "What are you trying to do, get us run out of this town before we even unpack?" He slapped her viciously again and let her fall, sinking weakly to her knees.
She bowed over and shielded her face with her hands, whimpering softly while Rod paced angrily before her. His long half limp cock swayed like a meaty pendulum, dark and crusted from the ass reaming he'd just given her.
"Rod, please… don't hit me. I… I just can't help it when I get horny and you aren't around."
"Yeah? Well you'd better still be horny," he said. "I'm going to tame that kid-crazy cunt of yours once and for all!" He circled, behind her and Laura winced, thinking she might get hit again.
Instead she heard a soft hissing sound. "What are you doing?" she asked, too fearful to turn around.
"I'm getting a hunk of rope off one of the boxes you and that teenaged cunt-fucker brought in."
"Rope? Why a rope?"
"To tie your fucking hands… so you can't fiddle with my balls or do any other damn thing to maker me cum before I'm Goddamned good and ready!"
She felt Rod loop the rope around one wrist and pull it behind her back. Then he grabbed the other arm and wrenched it behind her. The rope burned when he cinched it tight and knotted it securely.
"That hurts!" Laura whined. Her wrists felt raw and her shoulders strained from the pull of the rope. The biting pain brought tears to her eyes. But with that, deep inside, she felt a strange raw feeling of excitement. Rod had never been so angry or so forceful before.
He stepped before her and snarled, "Did you suck his hot young cock?"
Laura shook her head although she knew it was pointless to lie. Rod could read her like a book. "Don't lie to me you bitching fucker! You sucked his big prick, I know damn well you did!"
"All right, yes! I sucked his young cock and I fucking loved it. I'd suck it again if he was here. I'd gargle his hot jism and spit it in your face!"
Rod trembled in silent fury. She was taunting him, he knew that. But Laura didn't know what a dangerous game she was playing. His cock had swelled harder than an oak limb, with pulsing blue veins. Having his wife's arms tied behind her gave Rod a swelling sense of power. Too often, Laura tried to take command. She was a manipulator, and a good one. No more. "You're a slave," Rod said. "MY slave. My fucking COCKSLAVE!"
"Yes, Rod," she answered meekly. It seemed too dangerous to taunt him further. With the mounting tension of excitement, Laura also felt dull pangs of fear. Her whole body trembled, arms bound cruelly behind her back.
"See this?" Rod asked. He waved his blood gorged cock before her widening eyes. "That's COCK. MY cock. And you're going to suck it, slut. You're going to suck it good!"
"Sure, honey… anything you say."
A large mirror leaned against the wall at the foot of the bed. Later, when the house was set up, it would hang above their dresser. Now it gave Rod a perfect side view of his throbbing cock and his wife, with arms bound and lips reaching to suck him in.
Laura glanced sideways at the scene, first at herself tied and trembling, then at Rod's massive hard-on swollen with lusty rage. Seeing it, seeing herself in the mirror, somehow seemed less threatening, like watching an X-rated film. But the rope and the pain that sprang from it were real. In this film, Laura knew that she would be the star.
Rod curled his fingers in her long hair and jerked her head straight to face him. "You want to look? Look at this!" He flogged the thick shaft of his cock with one tightly curved hand. Its crimson knob bulged full and glowed with burning warmth. He swayed it side-to-side with his frantic pounding, slapping his hand against his hairy loins. Laura swayed with it like a timid bird hypnotized by a snake.
"Suck!" Rod said. That broke the spell. He freed his lusty cock and gripped soft handfuls of silky black hair on both sides of her head.
"Aaaahhhh!" Laura gasped. She felt trapped. Cold pulses of fear and the hot flush of surging desire throbbed together from her racing heart.
Rod eased forward and pulled her head to meet the cum slit of his cockhead.
Laura's lips spread in a tight "O". Her tongue flicked out to the crusty flake of silver dried beneath his slit. Wet by her tongue, it began to flow. She could taste it, salty and bittersweet. "Hhhmmmm!"
She forgot the pain sparking from her wrists and circled the swollen ridge of Rod's cockhead. Her arms pulled against the biting rope. She wanted to pump his long prick, but she could not move.
Laura dipped forward, but Rod snapped her head back. "Not yet!" he insisted. "Do just the head first. Suck it good and lick it clean!"
"Hhhmmmmm… hhhmmm," she purred obediently. What else could she do? The fists balled tightly in the hair below her ears were like lumps of stone.
She could move her eyes, and she grabbed a quick sideward glance at their obscene performance in the mirror. She could see Rod only from the waist down, strong muscles bulging in his legs, his cock out stiff and strong as a steel beam.
"Mmmmmxnhhhh," Laura sang in her throat as she swallowed his pulsing red cockhead. "Eeeeyyyhhhh!" His prick had the sharp, stinging taste of moldy cheese. Laura's tongue recoiled.
"I said, suck!" And Rod pulled her head forward until she had no choice but to sample the pungent flavor of his hot prick.
"Uuuuummmmm!" Her tongue did a fearful dance, touching lightly and swiftly moving on. The tangy flavor of ass-dipped prick burned in her throat. "Yyyyuuuummmm," she gurgled warmly. The bitter taste excited her now.
"You like it, don't you?" Rod asked. He could feel her craving when her lips rolled in hard sucking waves. Then he pulled her hair and wrenched her constricted lips off his ruby bright knob.
The powerful suction broke with a smacking sound. Laura's lips quivered, begging silently for more. "Look at it!" he commanded her. "Check the mirror so you can see it all! I want you to remember what it looks like when it's all shoved down your throat!"
She gazed at the power of his heaving cock reflected clearly in the glass… half with gnawing hunger, half with nagging fear. Rod had never bound or tried to restrain her before. The sensation was completely new. Laura's dark eyes deepened in thought. This could be the wildest, most thrilling moment she'd ever shared with him, or it could be the most painful and horrifying. At that moment, she didn't know which.
"Show's over!" Rod barked. "Now it's time to eat!" He yanked on her hair and guided her quaking lips back to his waling cock. But this time he didn't stop with just the cockhead.
He dragged her forward with slow, steady force, filling her mouth with his hot prick. The straining, blood-swollen knob rammed the back of her mouth. Her tongue tubed like a trough to hold him from below, and she could feel waves of energy throbbing in his cum tube. They rolled in hot dry ripples, emanating from his prick.
Laura half choked from the grinding thrusts that hammered the back of her mouth. Each gasping breath she took burned her lungs with the steaming scent of hot cock. Laura felt dizzy from lack of breath and from the swirling rushes of excitement.
"More?" Rod asked, taunting her as she had often taunted him.
"Yyyyaaaa." Laura could not speak. She could barely wiggle her tongue. Her whole mouth was rammed full of cock, and Rod kept pressing in more. He pulled down roughly on the hair at the back of her head, straightening the path ahead. She felt her throat begin to strain and smolder from the burning force of his hot cock.
"Gggrrruuuuugh!" Laura began to gag. Jerking spasms shook the damp walls of her throat. The clinging pulses only flamed him with more intense desire. Rod pressed harder and pulled on her hair until her lips mashed flat in his furry pad of prick hair.
"Now suck, you miserable bitch! Suck my cock until you choke!" He pumped his hips and jerked her head back and forth and savagely fucked her gaping mouth.
Laura uttered a guttural cry, but the sound stayed trapped inside. Her tits swelled and trembled, red nipples burning from the strain. Her cunt pulsed with jealous waves. And her ass still tingled from the brutal reaming of his thick prick.
She knew the feeling, knew it well – the churning warmth that burns like a fuse toward the massive charge of explosive orgasm. But never had her senses burned with such searing joy.
Rod beat faster with his raging cock, slamming it deep and twisting it hard. "Hhhhaaaa," Laura gasped in a sucking frenzy. If her hands had been free, she'd have grabbed his balls and milked them until he couldn't hold his gushing flow.
She wanted, needed a thick shot of steaming cum to set her off, to free her from the torturous delight of dangling on the brink. "Aaaahhhh," she whined.
Rod's long session with Cindy had drained the hammering urgency that usually thundered in his aching balls. Fucking his wife's snug little shithole had taken his last drop. It was anger and the heat of rage that filled his cock now. He felt the swelling sense of power that comes with complete control. He could fuck her sucking lips forever! He thought Laura shivered. Her soft white skin blushed red with burning desire. A sweltering fog hazed her vision. The mirrored reflection of Rod's long cock became a speeding blur, as he drew back and hammered into the depths of her throat faster and faster. Faster than her misty eyes could follow.
She screamed a throttled cry. Her head bobbed on its own to meet his jabbing thrusts. Rod slid his fingers from her hair and let it flow in silken waves, timed to the frantic rhythm of her jerking head. He let his hands slide to her shoulders, and down the front of her heaving chest, fingers spread to hold her creamy breasts. He gripped them firmly with his thumbs hooked to grind her rigid nipples.
"Aaaaacccchhhhh!" Laura's twisted senses went berserk. Honey gushed from her cunt like blood from some ghastly wound. Seething tremors forced out dribbles of creamy jism shot deep in her ass. She writhed in tormented delight, squirming and teetering on the verge of a massive orgasm.
But Rod still would not fire the shot needed to end the agony of expectation. "Cum," she cried in the silence of her tortured mind. "Make me cum with your hot jism!" He saw the furious hunger blazing in her eyes. He smiled, and he still held back.
Laura tugged at the rope to free her hands. She thrashed with the primitive fury of a trapped animal. And then she felt the oozing flow from her shithole. She made a gurgling sound of triumph. She spread her firm cheeks with the fingers of one bound hand, and strained until she could wiggle her middle finger against her dark puckered lips.
Rod mauled her huge tits with his grasping hands and raked her nipples with his thumbs. Sharp stings of pleasure shot from them and the raging frenzy of her sucking lips increased. He could not slam or twist his thick cock deep enough to satisfy her wolfish hunger.
Laura's squirming finger worked its way up the tightly crimped tunnel of her ass. New shocks of bliss burned upward toward her brain. She writhed as the crest of the wave passed through the depths of her seething pussy. She felt her breasts swell from the inner glow, despite the milking pressure of Rod's demanding hands. She rocked her head and sucked on his cock like a drowning swimmer gulps for air. Her tongue lashed the dry tube on his underside.
"Hhhuuurrrggggh!" It took all of Rod's self-control to choke back a gushing spurt. Laura nibbled with trembling lips and rolled her wet tongue in sucking waves. He tensed and hissed through grinding teeth. "Hhhhhmmmmmgh." He couldn't hold it!
She felt a tremor in his balls as they slapped against her chin. She had him now. His cum tube swelled like a ruptured gut. "Yyyyeeeeah!" The steaming pressure came with more force than Rod had ever felt.
Laura gulped and savored the sticky-sweet taste. Then like one who's just taken a dangerous drug, she tensed and waited for its effect. The upward surge of passion from her ass crashed head-on with Rod's molten stream. Flaring heat like a rocket's blast seared her nerves and made her cringe with joy.
"Whbhhaaaa!" she cried, slurping down more slick cream. "Aaaawwwggghhhh."
They rocked and quaked together, fused cock-to-mouth in the longest, wettest, wildest burst of ecstasy either of them had ever felt.
Laura gave a final shiver of joy and let his sagging, sucked-dry cock slip from her lips. One gleaming drop clung to the lip of his slit and she licked that off with a parting kiss.
Only then did she remember her hands were still bound. And only then could she look up and see the green fire of vengeful wrath still blazing in Rod's eyes.
"More?" she quaked.
He jerked her up by the hair and smiled as he said, "Yeah… more. Much more!" He spun her around and shoved to send her sprawling backward on the bed.
She gazed up through frightened eyes and whispered, "Oh, God…" His cock was getting hard again already!