'Hello?' a gruff male voice said at last.
'Hi,' she answered with a nervous tremor that turned her voice to a pitiful squeak. 'It's me Cindy.'
'Cindy, what the hell? I mean, how are you, honey?'
'I'm fine,' she said with a vixenish grin. 'Just fine.' She could still feel echoing throbs of a long, thick cock deep in her hungry cunt.
'Then what is it?' he asked. 'I wasn't expecting you to call.'
'I know, but I have to talk to you.'
'O.K., talk.' Impatience crackled in his voice. The dapper, dark eyed man on the other end of the line gazed hungrily at the busty young redhead lounging on the couch beside him. He rolled his eyes in an open gesture of frustration, covered the mouthpiece and whispered to her, 'Just a minute.'
'I don't mean on the phone,' Cindy said. 'I need to see you… talk face to face.'
'Honey, we can't do that. Not right now. You know your mother wouldn't like it.'
'She's at work,' the young blonde said. 'She won't be home until after midnight.'
'I can't come there,' he said firmly.
'Then I'll come to your place.'
'No,' he snapped harshly. Then his voice softened. 'I… er, well… I've got company.'
'Oh,' she answered with a bitter chill. 'And I guess she's more important to you now than I am?'
'No, it's not that, but…'
'Please,' Cindy begged. 'It's important. I have to see you.'
The man sighed. He never had been able to resist that sorrowful tone of her voice. He could almost see the look of pleading urgency in her eyes. 'All right,' he said. 'I'll be therein a little while.'
'I knew you would!' she gushed excitedly. 'Thank you, Daddy. Thanks a lot!'
Cindy smiled as she hung up the phone. Her confidence came swelling back. When her father said he had company, he meant that fiery red-haired witch from the office where he worked. She took a long breath and swelled her firm young tits. She'd show them. She'd show them both!
Brad Wilson stumbled into the living room, around the piles of boxes and jumbled furniture dropped here and there. At the front door he paused, rasping for breath, listening to the babble of angry voices from the bedroom.
He knew all hell was about to break loose, and he wanted nothing more than to get away. Far away. His parents had argued in the same tone before his father left. With them the trouble was not enough sex. He'd heard his father rage and call his mother 'icy pants' more times than he could remember.
Brad pulled up his pants and quickly buttoned his shirt. The Benton's bitter quarrel was getting louder, and he heard Mr. Benton call Laura a 'stinking whore' as he ducked out the door.
With them the trouble was too much sex. Halfway down the walk Brad heard Mr. Benton call Laura a 'slut' and a 'nympho', and then a sharp crack like maybe he'd hit her. Brad sighed and took a long breath. He didn't understand adults. Not at all. He needed to be with someone nearer his own age. And not his sister. Not her of all people. Shit, her head is messed up worse than mine, he thought.
And no wonder! As soon as Cindy's girlish figure began filling out, their father lectured her constantly about how rotten young guys are, how all they wanted was to feel and fuck. Of course, his dad never used the word 'fuck', not with precious little Cindy. He got around it by saying stupid things like, 'get fresh' and 'go all the way'. Even like that, he made having sex sound like an awful sin.
But then at night in their bedroom, Brad would hear his dad say terrible things when his mother wasn't all hot to trot. It didn't make sense. Of all of them, Laura Benton was the most honest and put-together person he knew. At least she knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Rod Benton grabbed Laura by her long black hair and jerked her off the bed. She cowered before him and he gave her a stinging backhand slap across her face. 'You stupid cunt!' he roared. 'What are you trying to do, get us run out of this town before we even unpack?' He slapped her viciously again and let her fall, sinking weakly to her knees.
She bowed over and shielded her face with her hands, whimpering softly while Rod paced angrily before her. His long half limp cock swayed like a meaty pendulum, dark and crusted from the ass reaming he'd just given her.
'Rod, please… don't hit me. I… I just can't help it when I get horny and you aren't around.'
'Yeah? Well you'd better still be horny,' he said. 'I'm going to tame that kid-crazy cunt of yours once and for all!' He circled, behind her and Laura winced, thinking she might get hit again.
Instead she heard a soft hissing sound. 'What are you doing?' she asked, too fearful to turn around.
'I'm getting a hunk of rope off one of the boxes you and that teenaged cunt-fucker brought in.'
'Rope? Why a rope?'
'To tie your fucking hands… so you can't fiddle with my balls or do any other damn thing to maker me cum before I'm Goddamned good and ready!'
She felt Rod loop the rope around one wrist and pull it behind her back. Then he grabbed the other arm and wrenched it behind her. The rope burned when he cinched it tight and knotted it securely.
'That hurts!' Laura whined. Her wrists felt raw and her shoulders strained from the pull of the rope. The biting pain brought tears to her eyes. But with that, deep inside, she felt a strange raw feeling of excitement. Rod had never been so angry or so forceful before.
He stepped before her and snarled, 'Did you suck his hot young cock?'
Laura shook her head although she knew it was pointless to lie. Rod could read her like a book. 'Don't lie to me you bitching fucker! You sucked his big prick, I know damn well you did!'
'All right, yes! I sucked his young cock and I fucking loved it. I'd suck it again if he was here. I'd gargle his hot jism and spit it in your face!'
Rod trembled in silent fury. She was taunting him, he knew that. But Laura didn't know what a dangerous game she was playing. His cock had swelled harder than an oak limb, with pulsing blue veins. Having his wife's arms tied behind her gave Rod a swelling sense of power. Too often, Laura tried to take command. She was a manipulator, and a good one. No more. 'You're a slave,' Rod said. 'MY slave. My fucking COCKSLAVE!'
'Yes, Rod,' she answered meekly. It seemed too dangerous to taunt him further. With the mounting tension of excitement, Laura also felt dull pangs of fear. Her whole body trembled, arms bound cruelly behind her back.
'See this?' Rod asked. He waved his blood gorged cock before her widening eyes. 'That's COCK. MY cock. And you're going to suck it, slut. You're going to suck it good!'
'Sure, honey… anything you say.'
A large mirror leaned against the wall at the foot of the bed. Later, when the house was set up, it would hang above their dresser. Now it gave Rod a perfect side view of his throbbing cock and his wife, with arms bound and lips reaching to suck him in.
Laura glanced sideways at the scene, first at herself tied and trembling, then at Rod's massive hard-on swollen with lusty rage. Seeing it, seeing herself in the mirror, somehow seemed less threatening, like watching an X-rated film. But the rope and the pain that sprang from it were real. In this film, Laura knew that she would be the star.
Rod curled his fingers in her long hair and jerked her head straight to face him. 'You want to look? Look at this!' He flogged the thick shaft of his cock with one tightly curved hand. Its crimson knob bulged full and glowed with burning warmth. He swayed it side-to-side with his frantic pounding, slapping his hand against his hairy loins. Laura swayed with it like a timid bird hypnotized by a snake.
'Suck!' Rod said. That broke the spell. He freed his lusty cock and gripped soft handfuls of silky black hair on both sides of her head.
'Aaaahhhh!' Laura gasped. She felt trapped. Cold pulses of fear and the hot flush of surging desire throbbed together from her racing heart.
Rod eased forward and pulled her head to meet the cum slit of his cockhead.
Laura's lips spread in a tight 'O'. Her tongue flicked out to the crusty flake of silver dried beneath his slit. Wet by her tongue, it began to flow. She could taste it, salty and bittersweet. 'Hhhmmmm!'
She forgot the pain sparking from her wrists and circled the swollen ridge of Rod's cockhead. Her arms pulled against the biting rope. She wanted to pump his long prick, but she could not move.
