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!
CHAPTER SIX
Brad walked to the burger joint in the shopping center four blocks from the house. A bunch of the kids from school hung out there. He'd probably meet someone he knew. Besides, he was hungry. Now that his nerves had calmed from the frantic joy of fucking Laura Benton, he felt an awesome rumbling in his gut.
Todd Dillard and Gil Hooper were sitting in the corner booth, the one that gave a good view of any tit-jiggling chick who came in the place. Brad gave them a wave and stood drumming his fingers on the counter until the sour looking waitress served up his burger, chocolate shake and fries.
Gil said, "Shit, what happened to you?"
"Looks like he took a bath in a cement mixer," Todd quipped. Brad just shrugged and sat across the table from his two friends. When he first left Laura's house, he'd been bursting to tell someone – anyone – how he'd been sucked and fucked by that sexy older woman. Now he wasn't sure.
All the guys did a lot of talking. More talking than doing, Brad suspected. They all knew it was mostly shit, but they all did it just the same. It made them feel important. But fucking Laura Benton while her angry husband reamed her ass – shit, that was so wild even his best friends wouldn't believe it.
"I'm just tired," Brad said. "I've been helping the new people move in across the street."
"Oh, yeah? I came by there an hour ago and the truck was empty then. Where have you been?" Gil asked.
"There's a lot to do inside."
"I'll bet there was!" Todd shot him a sly grin. "Her old man didn't get home until just a while ago. I saw him going in the house when I drove by."
"No shit?" Gil seemed impressed. "Were you alone all day with that foxy lady? What'd you do, Brad… come on?"
Todd sniffed the air. "Is that fresh pussy I smell?"
Brad said, "Shit, you can't tell the smell of cunt from a greasy cheeseburger."
"Ho! Listen to him. The pussy gourmet. Tell us Brad, did she let you eat her cunt?"
"Er, no," he said in a sullen tone. Then his eyes flashed and a taut smile wrinkled his lips. "She was too busy sucking my cock."
"You're shitting us," Gil said flatly.
"No, I even shot off in her mouth. She loved that, slurped it down – like this!" He took a big gulp of his thick shake and licked the sweet taste from his lips.
"Now I know you are shitting us!" But Gil wasn't sure. A twinge of envy entered his voice. He remembered seeing Mrs. Benton, her big proud tits and smooth-domed pussy mound. One quick glimpse had made his prick throb with heated desire.
"Then what?" Todd wanted to know. He had a doubting look in his narrowed eyes.
"Then we fucked. And I mean, we fucked!" Gil picked his feet up off the floor and shouted, "Whooooa! Now the shit is really getting deep. I should've brought my hip boots!"
"We did!" Brad insisted hotly. "Twice… the last time with her on top, bouncing like a fucking rubber ball."
"Only twice?" Gil sneered. "Hot young fucker like you could only go twice?"
"Well, we might have done more, but her husband came home."