"Ohhhhh… Phil! Please, don't hurt me so bad! It hurts too much! I can't stand it! Pleease stop!"
Phil gave the nipple another twist, bringing a groan of pain to June's lips before releasing her. She slammed back down onto the wooden table with a loud gasp.
The man now turned, his attention to her shorts – preventing him from fucking his wife. He grabbed the open flaps at the woman's hips and simply yanked with all his strength. There was a loud ripping sound as the material gave suddenly, ripping open down the side of June's thigh.
Phil opened the material away from June's leg, yanking it down over her other thigh to her ankle where he left it – too eager and filled with lust to play games with it – and took hold of the front of June's thin panties. He pulled them away from her pussy with both hands, lifting her hips off the table again as he twisted the material, growling low in his throat and thrilling to the animalistic sensation of ripping the panties off his willing wife.
Suddenly, the material tore, and June slammed back down again, completely naked now, her tits lined with two bright red welts, one raw-looking red line crossing her thighs.
Phil pulled the leg supports out from the table, spreading his wife wide open and at the same time stretching her limbs even further, pulling her strong body completely taut.
And then he pulled out his huge cock.
Lynn gasped, slapping both palms over her lips at the loud sound of her own shock.
She had never seen her father's cock before – never seen any man's cock.
It was immense!
It thrilled the woman to the core of her being. Her cunt began dripping, itching. She wet her lips and opened the door a little further, so she could see what he did with that incredible monster.
Phil crawled upon the table between his wife's moving over her body, kissing and nibbling her skin as he went, making her jerk and twitch under his licking and biting – driving her crazy, making her moan and purr, or gasp and cry out – whichever he chose.
And without pausing, Phil crawled right up over the bound woman's body and pressed his mouth onto hers, forcing her lips open and searching for her tongue, sucking it into his own mouth and biting and sucking it hard – until June thought he was going to suck it right out of her mouth by the roots.
His cock battered twice at her wet cuntlips, and with the third poke slipped between them, filling her entrance. With one deep thrust, Phil rammed his cock up June's still-tight cunt, making her gulp hard with the cunt-filling pressure – the lust – driven pleasure!
Lynn, from her vantage point in the closet, could see it all – the kissing, the grinding of her dad's cock into her mom's cunt, the rise and fall of her father's tight ass – hard and wonderful to the girl! – as he bashed his cock in and out of June's sopping fuck-channel.
Lynn felt her heart knocking loudly, and it was very hard to take a deep breath – she was excited!
What was her mom feeling?
Lynn, her eyes wide to catch every detail of what was happening, stood up inside the closet and pushed the door open a little more, poking her head almost completely outside the door as she tried to see better. She frowned as she felt a mysterious warm liquid trickle down her thigh to her knee, to be absorbed by the top of her nylons.
But she hadn't peed!
What was it? She pulled up the front of her skirt and bent over to look, but it was too dark. She could smell something very strong and powerful and wonderful, though – and it sure wasn't pee!
Her mom began grunting and humping her cunt upward against each downward thrust of Phil's fat cylinder stuffing her full. Lynn forgot about her own trickling fluids and started chewing on her lower lip as she watched her dad fuck her mom.
June twisted her head from side to side on the bed, violently trying to escape the burning pain of her raw wrists, the agony in her tongue as her husband sucked harder and harder.
But Phil suddenly slammed his huge cock deep inside the woman's cunt – growled loudly as he let go of June's throbbing tongue and threw his head back. He began jerking his load into her steaming twat, rifling her quickly to overflowing, mashing his cockhair against her sopping cum-soaked pussy.
June cried out as her own come washed over her sweating body. She lifted herself off the bed and twitched her wet cunt up and down on her husband's immense prick, clenching it tightly with deep strong spasms of her cunt-muscles, sucking every last drop of juice from Phil's pumping cock.
With a loud grunt, Phil yanked his rod out of June's still gushing cunthole, leaving her moaning and humping the air, crying out her desperate frustration. He grabbed up the riding whip again and brought it down hard, slicing it right between his wife's wide-spread thighs, smashing it directly into her sopping wet pussylips.
June arched high and tightened her whole body as the heart-stopping pain raced through her, making her shudder with the burning pleasure in her fat clit.
Phil raised the whip again and sliced it into her jiggling, sweat-smeared tits, gashing one swollen nipple and splattering a few drops of blood over her white skin.
June gasped!
Phil was way out, now – going too far out!
"Phil! No mooore! I can't take any more! I hurt too much! Pleeease stop!"
Her cries of pain spurred the man on, making him lash those full tits even harder, slicing again and again into her puffy, hard, bleeding nipple.
And June couldn't breathe! She gasped and gulped, trying madly to catch her breath, her chest heaving high and hard with each slash of the whip – the unending whistling snap and burning pain of that terrible whip!
June's head whipped from side to side as she screamed and gulped air, fighting her bonds with all her fading strength, until she was limp with exhaustion, drenched with sweat, and covered with a criss-cross of thin, bright red welts, some of them swollen fat and bloody, some of them trickling narrow rivers of blood.
She fainted.
Suddenly, she was simply a limp trembling mass of beaten woman, lying on the table, spread wide.
Phil, breathing raggedly, growled at the still woman, threw the riding crop at her face, and turned away.
And spotted Lynn!
Lynn froze!
She was standing halfway out of the closet, staring with her eyes wide, her mouth wide open – and her heart hammering wildly in her chest.
"Lynn!" Phil shouted, looking toward the stairs, a frightened expression on his face.
But his expression quickly changed – his eyes grew dark with fury and he stepped toward the girl.
Lynn moved back into the closet.
"Get your fucking ass out here, Lynn!" Slowly, the girl came out of the tiny closet and approached her dad.
"What the hell do you think you're doing down here?"
Lynn cringed under her father's angry stare, lowering her eyes away from the terrifying expression on his face.
Phil was working himself into a real frenzy, gritting his teeth and growling deep hi his throat. He was shocked that Lynn had seen the things he did to her mom, but more than that, he was excited that she'd seen it – and hadn't run away, screaming.
That could only mean one thing – she had been excited by what she'd seen!
Ever since the girl had turned eighteen, Phil had had his raving eyes all over her body, wandering what it would feel like to suck her tits, so round and succulent, tipped with those rosy nubs – what it would feel like to caress that tight ass, squeeze each firm cheek in his palm, mash them and pull them apart and bury his face between them as his tongue found and probed her virgin asshole – what it would feel like to finally rape his cock into her virgin cunt, tight and moist but not the sopping cavern he was used to with June – what it would feel like to fill his own daughter with a full load of his cum.
And here was his golden opportunity!