"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.