Rhonda's heart leaped into her throat when she saw Dan's new red sports car parked in front of the house. Something's happened, she thought. One of the kids has been hurt!
She ran across the lawn toward the door. Small, cold breaths of fear chilled her lungs and made her racing heart shiver. Outside the door, she paused a second to collect herself. Rhonda took a long, calming breath. Then she smoothed her silver blonde hair.
"What happened?" she asked as she burst into the room. "Dan, what's wrong?"
Her ex-husband smiled stiffly. He was sitting cross-legged on the living room couch, looking calm and in control. And very sexy, as always. Rhonda's thumping heart now beat with a new rhythm.
"Nothing's wrong," he assured her. His smile softened. Dan looked more friendly now than when she had first burst into the living room. He was thinking of his daughter Cindy, comparing her with his ex-wife.
Rhonda's hair didn't have the gleam of pure gold. The years had streaked it with silver. She was more full-breasted than Cindy, and her hips flared more dramatically from her narrow waist.
"You're looking good," Dan said simply. "Damn good!" He liked the flashing veins of silver in her long hair. And his lips moved, hungry once again for her large, thick-nippled breasts.
"I'm sure you didn't come by in the middle of the night just to tell me how I look," Rhonda said. Her tone was cool, the words quite crisp. Rhonda bit her lip, wishing she'd given him a warmer greeting.
"Er, no." Dan searched for words. He couldn't tell her the truth. Not the whole truth. Not yet. "Cindy called, said she wanted to talk. She sounded pretty upset, so I came over."
"Upset? Upset about what?"
Dan searched her eyes, her expression for some hint of her inner thoughts. "She misses me," he said finally. "She wants me to come home."
"Oh." Rhonda let the small word drop like a brick from the top of a ten story building. "And what do you want?" She stood near him now, looking down, wondering if he would mind if she sat beside him.
"Oh, you know me," he said lightly. "What I always wanted."
"Aaaah, yes." Rhonda threw herself down beside him on the couch. "Dan," she blurted, "oh, Dan, I was such a fool! I got so tired working and raising the kids. I… I let you down. And I'm sorry!" Rhonda coiled her arms around his neck and hugged him nervously. The sudden warmth of him made her pussy juices flow wet and free – a wonderful sensation she had missed for far too long.
"That was then," he said without a trace of bitterness. "It's now I'm wondering about." One of her softly swollen breasts had mashed itself flat in the hollow beneath his left arm. The other leaned temptingly across his chest. Dan cupped the creamy tit and squeezed it warmly, working his fingers toward the thick nipple at its peak.
"Now I need you. I want you. Oh, Dan, I want you so much!" Rhonda warmed instantly to his touch. She pulled her shoulder back and pressed her full breast more firmly into his grasp.
"Do you?" he asked doubtfully. He found the side zipper of her slacks and pulled it down, working his hand across her sleek panties toward the slit of her cunt.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" she rocked her hips to meet his probing fingers.
He worked his hand up, inside the elastic and down through her damp tangle of cunt hair. "How much?" he asked, sliding one long finger to the mouth of her drooling gash.
Rhonda squirmed and her mouth trembled. "I… I can't tell you how much. Let me show you!" She arched strongly, stabbing his finger into her juicy slit, clinging and writhing while she worked her way out of her clothes.
"I can't remember the last time you got this hot!"
"It's not the last time," she assured him. "It's the first. The first of many! Oh, Dan, take me back! Just take me. Do anything you want!"
"Anything?" he asked on an in drawn breath. Her searching hands had found his naked cock. His raging heat had dried the thick oils from his daughter's pussy, but the sheen and the scent of her remained.
"Yes, anything!" Rhonda took a deep breath. She caught the scent of cunt, but never would have dreamed where it came from. She jerked her hand excitedly up and down his gleaming cock.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Dan said. He'd wondered at first if this woman could ever excite him again. She had at first, of course, in the early years of their marriage. Then things just went to hell. But now all of his old feelings came surging back.
"I can still make you hot," she purred happily. "I can still make your big prick throb and glow like a burning log!"
"Yeah, you can," he had to admit. His cock ached from the searing strain of blood her flailing hand pumped into his ruddy prick. "If you want it… EAT IT!" he told her.
Rhonda gulped. She'd never cared much for cocksucking. It was wrong, sinfully wrong, her mother had often said. So what? Her mother was full of shit! She spread her lips and closed them warmly on the swollen head of his hot prick.
"Hhhhhhooooo," she said. She had done it once or twice. Only to please him. When he'd rammed it in, she almost gagged. Now she pulled and sucked hungrily with soft wet lips as sleek as fur.
A tangy, biting flavor filled her mouth. She knew it was the taste of another cunt. It had to be. But she didn't care. She'd show him she was better. She'd win him back! Rhonda bobbed her head in a silver-blonde blur.
"Yyyyyyuuuuuummmmmm!" she crooned, slurping down the smooth, sweet taste of cunt. "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh!" Too bad she hadn't sucked him more before. She loved the power of that throbbing prick. It swelled and burned in her wet throat and filled her mind with clouds of lusty steam.
Hard and hot as his huge cock was, Dan felt nowhere near ready to come. Sweet little Cindy had seen to that. He smiled, knowing that this would be a long and very special night for his ex-wife. He had one old score left to settle, and thoughts of that made his cockhead tinge with raw delight!
"Fuck me!" Rhonda said, dragging her lips from his cock just long enough to speak the words. She covered his hand with hers and made him maul her slithery clit. It bulged full and warm from its protective folds of skin, and jagged sparks of need stabbed through her when he twisted it and worked it up and down.
"Oh, yes!" she cried after another sucking cock stroke. "You make my pussy burn! Fuck me, Dan. Fuck my hungry cunt!"
He smiled to hide his chilling thoughts. It wasn't her eager cunt he wanted. It was her ass. Her virgin shithole. He was thinking about that and what her fucking divorce lawyer had tried to do to him. "I'm going to fuck you," he said calmly. "I'm going to fuck you in a way you'll never forget!"
"Do it!" she cried. "I want you. I want you back!"
"And back is where you're going to get it," he said. "Turn over!"
"Whhhaaaat?" Rhonda gulped in fear, but she did as she was told. She knew she had no choice. She lay face-down before him on the couch, her whole body quaking with frightful expectation.
"Now reach back and spread your cheeks," he said firmly.
She gasped and curved her fingers on the heavy domes of her ass, easing them apart to show a tight, dark ring of muscle, tormented by thoughts of what was to come. The feel of his enormous prick still burned in her throat.
"Relax!" He wiggled a finger at the lips of her trembling shithole.
"Hhhhuuuuggghhh?" How could she relax? Even a tiny finger made her squirm. What would happen when she felt the power of his big cock? "Hhhhhhoooooo!"
The pain had eased. Rhonda gasped in relief and raised her ass to feel more of his wiggling finger. It jangled her nerves and made a tinkling sound like little bells. "I like it!" she croaked in wander. "Ooooh, I like your finger up my ass!"
"Then see if you like this!" He jerked his finger out and prodded her ass with the head of his big prick.
She groaned loudly. God, it burned like molten steel. It pushed and spread her puckered lips. It swelled and strained the squirming tube beyond. "Oooooh, God!" she cried. "Oooooooh, slit! Dan! Dan, please… it hurts!"
"Oh, yeah?" He didn't care. "Like what your bitching lawyer tried to do to me?"
"Yes, I guess… oh, shit! Dan, I'm sorry!" He was maybe half inside. She could feel the taut sleeve of her ass writhe in tormented delight. The first wave was pain, then spreading warmth. Her shithole burned and begged for more.
She got it! Dan lunged and drove it clear to the root, twisting his damp pad of prick hair hard against the upraised softness of her ass.
"Hhhhhhhaaaaaaa!" she yelled.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"You like it…" he said in a voice half-choked with surprise.
"Yes. Oh, shit… YES… I love it! Drive it in! Rape my ass with your big prick. Do it. Do it hard. Do it anyway you want!"
Dan dove at her with a quick series of deep thrusts. Rhonda felt her eyes bulge and fill with tears from the fury of his spearing prick. "Hhhhhhhooooooo," she said in a low moan of mounting joy. "I love your hot cock!"
"Even when it tastes like cunt?" he asked.
"Yes… yes. It's even better that way! Ooooooohhh!" Her voice warbled in time with his ass-ripping stabs.
"That was Cindy's cunt you tasted," he said.
"I don't care!" She didn't. Rhonda's newly awakened passions blazed intensely. "You can fuck her… fuck anyone you want… as long as you come back to me!"
Her pleading wail melted the last icy nerve in Dan's body. He fucked harder and faster than before, driving, and twisting and hearing her scream with savage delight.
Rhonda had been shocked at first, thinking that Dan had fucked their daughter. But like his big cock slamming in and out of her ass – once she got used to it, it made her mind swirl in a cyclone of lusty desire.
And his frank confession eased her mind in another way. Because as good as Dan was with that big cock of his, Rhonda still yearned to fuck with her young son!
Brad got to the burger joint the next day at noon. Gil and Todd were waiting in the corner booth. Lewd grins curved their lips, and warm juice dripped from the burgers they were wolfing down.
"You're late!" Gil said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was a big kid. Not tall, but heavy and strong. Todd looked more like a limber whip.
"Couldn't help it," Brad said. "I was watching the house. Mr. Benton didn't leave until just now."
"Must have been a hard night," Todd said. "Hard on that sex-pot wife of his."
"Yeah," Brad agreed. "I watched them say good-bye, and it looked like she'd been through her wringer."
"Haaa, haaa," Gil laughed. "Just think how she'll look when he gets home!"
Laura took a warm shower when Rod left, and gazed curiously at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she dried herself with a fleecy white towel.
The red welts from her beating the night before had faded, but could still be seen. Her skin tingled from the memory of that experience. At first it hurt, hurt like bloody hell! But she had warmed to her feeling of helplessness, and to the lusty frenzy of desire it inspired in Rod. He had never been more brutally demanding, or more satisfying to her savage needs.
She dressed and started to straighten up the bedroom. She unpacked a few boxes, arranged things on the closet shelf and then took the empty cartons out back. When she reentered the house, Brad Wilson and two kids she'd never seen before were waiting in the living room.
"Oh, Brad…" she said, looking uncertainly at the other two. "I wasn't expecting you."
He looked down, avoiding her eyes, and he shuffled his feet. "I… we thought you might need some help. This is Gil and Todd, friends of mine from school."
"Gil… Todd," she repeated. "I'm pleased to meet you. And, yes. Oh, yes! I can use all the help I can get."
"We thought so," Gil said. He'd appointed himself leader of the group. "Brad here told us all about you."
"Oh, did he?" She seemed unconcerned. Laura walked back to the bedroom and continued unpacking. With Gil in the lead, the other three followed.
Gil was rough looking, built strong and hard, like a linebacker, or a wrestler. A tangle of coarse dark hair filled the open vee of his shirt collar.
Todd looked more like a snake, long and lithe. He watched her with darting, deep-set eyes and gave her a sly, knowing grin when their hungry gazes met.
Brad seemed out of place. He looked younger than the other two. Less certain. More unsure. She had the feeling that he'd rather leave than take part in what the trio had planned. That shy uncertainty is what had attracted her to him, beside his flesh and handsome young good looks.
She liked young boys not only for their strength and vigor, but also because she could mold them, shape them, make them do exactly as she wished. But this time, Laura had a feeling the experience would be completely different.
Laura had left the ropes coiled and hanging on the bedpost. Red marks still burned around her wrists. Gil spotted the signs right away. "Looks like the lady likes it rough," he said.
"Hey, yeah…" Todd grabbed a coil of rope and fingered it anxiously.
"Don't get the wrong idea," she told them. Gil came forward with a menacing look in his eye. Laura backed away.
"Grab her!" Gil said.
Any reluctance Brad might have felt vanished in a flash. He grabbed her roughly from behind, one arm circled low around her waist, the other hand cupped hard on one full tit.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Laura cried. She tried to struggle free, but his grip was far too strong. She writhed excitedly and felt her pussy juices start to flow.
Gil sniffed and laughed. "I told you so. Smell that cunt!" Laura was wearing shorts and a flimsy halter top. He grabbed the cloth in the soft valley between her tits and jerked it off, despite Brad's mauling grip on one heaving boob, with a quick snap.
"What…" Laura squirmed in Brad's strong grasp, blindly flailing her arms. Tod snared her wrists with a loop of rope and pulled it tight.
"Want her spread-eagled on the bed?" Todd asked.
"NO!" Laura shouted. She wasn't ready for that again so soon. Not with three of them.
Gil agreed. "No, if we tie her down like that, it'll be too hard to get at her pretty ass!"
Laura felt a nervous wave in the cramped tube of her shitter and her pussy seethed with warmth. "Put her on her side," he said. "Tie both arms to the top of the bed on one side, and tie both legs on the other side at the foot."
"Nooooooo!" Laura protested. Hot breath gushed from her lungs when Brad squeezed, lifting her. Then he dumped her on the bed. "Please, no!" she cried, but it was too late. Todd already had her wrists securely bound.
Gil stepped in and pulled off her shorts, panties and all. Laura's bare pussy mound quaked, damp and warm in its flood of strongly scented oil. He wet his lips and watched while Todd circled the bed to tie her feet.
Laura's wet-eyed look of fear excited the young trio. Her lips quivered in silent desperation. Her ass hole twitched and squirmed, and her pussy kept pumping its musky flow.
"I want that cunt!" Gil announced to them all. He began stripping off his clothes. His chest heaved with excitement like a hairy barrel, and his thick cock bulged with glowing warmth.
"I want her mouth!" Todd said. He was stripping too. His cock sprang out fully erect, long and thin like a willow limb.
"That leaves her ass for me," Brad said. He was behind her, and he sounded pleased. Laura's begging asshole was the one tight place he hadn't tried.
Gil pumped his cock with one hand, waving it before Laura's eyes. In its mat of thick, coarse, sweat-soaked hair it looked dark and strong, like the exposed root of an oak tree. He sprawled beside her on the bed and shoved it in. Even though her cunt was primed and pumping honey, Laura felt a ripping pain. Gil's wasn't the longest cock she'd ever seen, but it was surely the thickest. Her straining cunt lips ached as they took it in.
She opened her mouth to vent the steaming pressure Gil had sparked between her legs, but Todd was there, his long cock in his hand, and he rubbed it up and down across her lips.
"Uuuunngh… unnnngh." He had a bitter taste, rank and strong. The head of his cock was soft and gleaming crimson, the long shaft beyond looked pale and hard like stainless steel.
Todd said, "Open wide. Pretend I'm a doctor, and I'm here to take your tonsils out." Then he laughed and rammed his long, trembling hard-on into her mouth.
"Ggguuuurrrppph!" Laura cried. His first gliding stab went straight to the place that made her gag, "Gggrrruuugggh." Laura frantically twisted her neck to make a clear path, fighting back the wrenching tightness in her throat.
Gil's thick prick plowed in and out, making sticky, squishing sounds. Laura winced from the burning pain and felt her ass hole shiver. The way the bed sagged down, she knew Brad was positioning himself behind her.
She thrust herself forward, straining against the ropes, spearing herself on Gil's stocky cock. "Hhhhaaaaa," Laura cried, half in pain, half in fearful expectation. The knob of Brad's hot cock was wedged firmly between the creamy cheeks of her ass. She wailed, searing Todd's willow prick with her hot breath. Brad's big cock was bone dry and burning hard. Tears welled up in her eyes as he worked it in.
Gil held one of her tits. Todd had the other.
Brad grabbed a handful of silky raven hair and nibbled wetly at the back of her neck. "Hhhhaaaaaahhhhhh… eeeeeeyyyyy," she cried, answering their three completely different strokes.
Drumming hips beat on her tender flesh. Gil's vicious cunt thrusting came short and fast. Brad played a slower tune, long and smooth like a slide trombone. Todd chose to hardly move at all. He stabbed in deep and trembled while she sucked with furious hunger on the length of his shivering prick.
Laura quickly forgot pain and humiliation. She swirled in a fog of triple delight, rocking and pumping and timing her moves, wondering if she'd be clever enough to make all three cum in one blinding spurt.