Finally managing to let go of her tits, he wound three more loops of rope around her – one above her breasts, but an inch lower then the first, then two below her tits, at the bottom edge of her jugs. The lower loops pinched her tits gently. The dark-brown hemp dug into her soft meat.
He tied a firm knot behind the lounge chair, then went around in front of her. She was sweating visibly as she tested her bonds. The harsh rope formed an open-cupped bra for her creamy tits.
Leaning over her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue pried between her teeth and raped her. He felt her mouth go slack with lust. He toyed with her tits, felt the pressure from the ropes squeezing them. The contrasting textures of harsh hemp and soft flesh made his cock hard. He pinched her tits a little cruelly, and he smothered her whimper with his mashing mouth.
He heard the chair creak as she writhed and squirmed with horniness. He pulled away from her, but kept her head tipped back with his grip on her hair. Her lips were swollen and puffy and hungry from the kiss. There was a flush on her cheeks and her tits. Her chest was rising and falling raggedly as she panted.
Leaving her helplessly bound, he went into the workroom and got two short lengths of hemp. For a moment, he studied her and the lounge. Then, forcing her to hold the lengths of rope in her mouth while she looked at him with a mixture of fear and love and lust, he dragged the bikini bottom down and off her, bared her golden-muffed cunt to the hard afternoon sun and the cool breeze. He flipped the suit bottom aside, forced her legs apart and fondled her hot, swampy cunt lewdly while she whimpered around the rope clenched between her teeth.
She was soaking down there. He never ceased to be amazed at how quickly ropes brought a gush of lust juice to her cunt. While her face flamed with embarrassment and horniness, he probed her dripping hole. At the same time, he worked his thumb over her clit in a circular pattern. He had her humping her hips in a few seconds.
"You're a wanton little bitch, you know that?" he asked softly as he toyed with her.
"I know it," she whimpered. "God, Max, it feels so good."
"Wonder if I should invite the neighbors over for a visit," he mused.
"Oh God, no!" she yelped, jerking against the ropes.
Max grinned. "Nothing in the world you could do about it, you know."
She writhed desperately. The ropes dug into her chest as she fought them. "Please, Max, please! Don't do that."
The idea made his innards boil with excitement. "Maybe Bob and Eva would like to see you this way?" he teased. "Let Eva see what she lost out on when she met Bob."
Kim hissed angrily. "When I think of you and Eva making love, it makes me want to claw her eyes out."
Max smiled at his wife with a mixture of love and desire. "Hell, baby, how long did I stick with her after you came along? Tell me that?"
"Not long," Kim admitted.
"I just like the idea of showing off our new relationship! That's all, baby."
"Well, not with me like this," Kim whimpered.
"If I want to, baby, there's not a damn thing in the world you can do about it," he informed her softly. He saw how his words struck home. Her reaction, in addition to fear, was hot lust.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Gently, but firmly, he bound her calf to the chaise. When he finished her other leg, she was totally helpless, was barely able to wiggle against the ropes.
Standing in front of her, Max unbuckled his pants and shoved them down. His shorts followed. The touch of the breeze on his sweaty groin and his steaming cock brought a hot wave of lust to his gut. He saw her eyes fasten on his towering hard-on. She licked her lips nervously as she stared at it.
Deliberately, he gripped the base of his cock and waved it at her. She licked her lips again, left them moist and full and hungry-looking. Her teeth were slightly bared in a grimace of fear and lust. Her blue eyes glittered as she studied his cock with ill-concealed hunger.
"Know what you're gonna do, baby?" he asked.
"What," she whispered, knowing the answer.
"You're gonna suck my cock," he answered lewdly.
"No," she whimpered, turning her head away in disgust.
"Anything I want, baby," Max said, stepping up on the chaise and straddling her helplessly-bound form.
Grasping her head, he forced it around so she faced his jutting dick. Her eyes fastened on it, and then closed. Tears oozed from beneath her eyelids, and trickled slowly down her checks.
Leaning forward, keeping a firm grip on her head, he poked his prick at her mouth. Hesitantly, her lips fucked. He felt her tongue fuck against the tip of his dick, and his cock leaked pre-cum. She had tasted his jism the night he had showered it on her. Now she was going to drink it.
"Suck it, baby," he growled.
Her lips opened, and he slowly drove his cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue like a velvet blanket against the underside of his throbbing hard-on. The resulting blast of steam from his balls triggered another hot seeping from his dick. She sucked, and her cheeks closed in on his cock. Her lips circled his blunt prick-head. The soft enclosure made his blood sizzle.
"No teeth," he warned as he felt her nicking his tender shaft.
Slowly, he drew his cock out of her mouth. It emerged shining with spit. He extracted it completely, and grinned at the way she reached for it with her lips. Her undisguised eagerness transformed her usually angelic features to those of a wanton whore.
Keeping her head pinned back against the lounge, he let the tip of his dork rest gently on her pouting lower lip. A thrust of his hips, and he slid his cock into her waiting mouth. Her lips closed around it, embraced it hotly. Her tongue stroked as he slid his prick deep into her mouth. He heard her gag when his cock touched the back of her throat and reteated a little so she could breathe.
He drew all the way out this time and dangled his prick tantalizingly in front of her mouth. Her tongue stretched out, lifting his pecker with it. His cock slithered to one side. She caught it with her tongue again, lifted it, and let it slither off once more.
The game brought his balls to a boil. The feel of her tongue lifting and stroking his cock made his gut sizzle. Her tongue stroked the underside near the tip, which forced another hot rush of jism into his bloated prick.
Finally, he wasn't able to bear it any longer. When she lifted his cock again, he slid it along her tongue and into her mouth. Her lips, a hot ring of hunger, closed around it. As she sucked his cock in, her tongue swirled around the tip, sent rivers of fire raging through him.
He feasted his eyes on his cock. Below his towering prick, he could see the ropes digging into her tits, clamping her helplessly against the chaise. He could see the stiff eagerness of her nipples. They were hot, flushed with horniness, as she took his cock with her mouth.
He fucked his cock in and out, but didn't try to ram it to the back of her mouth. It was enough that the head of his prick was getting stroked in and out of her sucking lips. His dick gleamed with spit as he screwed her face. He felt his balls knotting up in his groin. The heat of his cumming was eating away at his innards like hot acid.
Re quickened his thrusts, and he knew that she knew the flood was coming. He fought to keep from ramming his cock completely through her head. The urge to bury the full length of his prick in her mouth grew as his eruption drew nearer.