Chapter 4
Downcast, Barbara walked up the 'steps to the front porch of the suburban home she shared with her husband. Richard's car wasn't in the driveway. Was he not back from his overnight trip, or had he been home already and read the note she'd left?
She didn't know which she preferred. Darling, I've just had an affair with a perfect stranger, she'd written. Now can we talk about things? It was clumsy, she knew, even silly. But she just had to get things out in the open!
She had trouble getting the key in the lock. Last night's experience had left her badly shaken. She'd hardly been able to keep a hold on herself at the library today. Memories of the nightmare of the evening before kept flooding into her mind.
She couldn't believe it had happened. She'd never thought of herself as the type to be unfaithful to her husband. She loved Richard. She loved him more than she'd ever know how to express. But this tension of months of unsatisfactory fucking had finally gotten to be too much for her.
But had she really gotten dressed up in a short-short skirt and a tight, sheer blouse and gone out looking for a man to fuck her until she had the orgasm she craved? Had she really met a man named John Halen in some bar whose name she couldn't recall? Had she really ridden to his apartment in a taxi and sucked his cock till he filled her mouth with jism on the way? And had they undressed and eaten each other into a frenzy on a leather-upholstered couch?
And, after that, had he really tied her up, whipped her butt and tender tits and then fucked her virgin asshole with his outsized cock?
Yes, there was no denying that, horrible though it was. The ache in her boobs and the cheeks of her butt had gone away after a sleepless night. But the pain in her ass was still there to testify as to the reality of it all. Every step she took, it felt like a spike was being driven into her asshole.
The door opened. She stepped into the cool gloom of the living room. Her eyes sought the low coffee table.
The "note was no longer there!
She breathed a sigh of relief, mingled with anxiety. So Rich had read her note and gone away again. Did that mean he'd left her for good? Maybe he had business somewhere that he couldn't put off. Or maybe he'd just had to get out of the house to cool down.
Maybe.
She closed the door and shuffled over to sit on the sofa. "That's quite a little letter you wrote," a voice said behind her.
She jumped to her feet and spun around. "My God!" she cried when she saw the man who stood in the door to the kitchen with her note to Richard in his hand. "You!"
"Yes, me."
John Halen stepped into the living room. He flipped Barbara's note before her eyes. "Figured you might do something like this. Young housewives always feel a tremendous sense of guilt after they've first gone out for a little fuck on the side. They have an overpowering urge to confess."
Barbara took a step backward. How had he gotten in? She remembered the broken latch on the window in the back room she used as a study. If only they'd gotten it fixed before today! i "Get out of this house," she said in a low voice. "At once, or I'll call the police."
"No, you won't," John said calmly. "For your sake, Barbi dear, I hope you don't try!"
She tried to keep from flicking her eyes back toward the door. If she could take the blond man by surprise, she might be able to escape into the street. It was a slim chance. She knew how fast he could move when he wanted to.
"How did you follow me here?" she asked, stalling.
"Followed the cab that took you back to the bar, then tailed you home," he said.
"You-you went to an awful lot of trouble over just another one-night stand."
"When I've got a chance at picking up a new girl of your quality, I take the trouble," John said. "Now I've just got to break you in, and we'll both be making money."
Panic stirred in Barbara's chest. "What do you mean?" she asked.
John didn't answer. He took two huge strides forward and threw his arms around her, pinning her. Her boobs flattened against the front of his shirt. He pressed his mouth to hers and laved his tongue all over her lips.
She kept her mouth firmly sealed. He raised his head and looked at her. "That's no way to act," he said. "Not hospitable at all. But I like a girl who's got spirit."
Gently, he steered her back towards the couch. His hand moved down her back to massage the demiglobes of her ass. She winced as pain returned to her butt.
He let go of her ass and put his hands on her arms. She tried to push him away.
"Damn, but you're lovely!" he exclaimed.
She felt the bulge of his stiff cock against the crotch of her pants, throbbing on the mound of her pussy.
"Too bad you won't cooperate," he said menacingly.
He shrugged resignedly. Then, suddenly, he whipped her arms down and spun her around. She gasped. Before she could react, he had both of her hands behind her, firmly held in one of his.
He fished a roll of black electrician's tape out of the pocket of his trousers. Barbara wriggled futilely in his grasp, like a child resisting a trip to the bath, and with much the same results! Despite her struggles, John wrapped three turns of the nearly unbreakable, pliant tape around her wrists, pinning them tightly together. Then he flipped open a gleaming silver pocketknife and cut the tape from the roll.
"Now," he said. "We'll have to get you out of those clothes. Hmmm...." He put a finger into the neck of her blouse. The brunette's skin crawled, but she was afraid to even move. She was extremely conscious of the open knifeblade behind her. John was a nut, a sadist. What was he going to do to her now?
He inserted the knife into her collar. He pulled it down. The thin cloth gave easily before the keen blade. He cut downward, exposing her pale bare back, and the blouse soon gaped open clear to her taped wrists.
"Mmm, nice," John said. He raised the knife and slipped it under a shoulder strap of Barbara's bra. She winced at the contact of the cool knifeblade on her skin.
He sliced the strap. The cup drooped in front of Barbara's full left tit. The heaving boob threatened to pop out of the brassiere at any moment. Instinctively, she tried to clutch a hand to her jug, then remembered her hands were tied.
John reached to her right shoulder and sniped the other strap. The front of her bra peeled down slowly. Stubbornly, the cups of the bra refused to slip down to bare her dark and tasty nipples. Irritated, John slashed through the larger strap around his captive's back.
Barbara sighed. The bra fell away from her boobs. Her luscious jugs swung slightly, the icy blast of the air conditioner raising tiny bumps of gooseflesh on the satiny skin of her tits.
"Beautiful tits," John murmured. He pulled back a lock of ebony hair and kissed her ear. She shuddered. "Tsk, tsk. Well, if you're going to be that way...."
With a quick motion, he sliced open the seat of her pants. She yelped and clamped her buttcheeks. The knife hadn't broken the skin of her ass, but it had scared her.
He stuck the knife inside her pale blue panties and cut them open, Barbara's butt trembling. He pulled the ruined panties down around his captive's shaking knees.
He caressed the firm half-moons of her ass. "Nice ass. But then, I have perfect taste!"
Barbara stood stock still, looking resolutely away from him. She heard a rustling sound. There was a whine, and then the man's thick leather belt slapped the cheeks of her ass.
The skin of Barbara's butt had returned almost completely to the smoothness and whiteness it usually had. The only remnant of last night's whipping was a slight pink tinge to the delicate hide of her butt. Now a broad, glaring red stripe stretched from one asscheek to another across the crack of her butt.
"Owwwwwwww!" Barbara cried. She tried to run away, but the torn pants that lay around her knees hobbled her. She jerked her body from side to side, boobs bouncing wildly as she tried to tear her arms free of the tape.
John cracked his belt like a whip. The tip of the leather tongue snapped the snowy rise of an asscheek. Pain made Barbara's knees weak. It felt as if her butt had been stabbed with a spear!
"Stop! Pleeease stop!" Her hair flew around as she whipped her head from side to side. Staggering, she turned to face the tall blond man.
The belt licked out across her boobs. She howled as an ugly crimson streak blazed a trail across the tips of her jugs. Her whipped nipples vibrated, shooting pain into the white fruit of her jugs.
"Ghaaaad," she choked. "The pain! I can't stand it any more!"
"The more it hurts, the quicker you'll learn," John panted. It looked as if his giant cock was about to explode right out of his fly. Watching the burning whipmarks crawl over her pale, naked body, seeing the way she flinched as the belt bit into her sensitive butt and boobs, watching her try to balance with her pants clinging to her knees, was turning him on till he was about to come in his trousers.
He swung the belt again. It curled around a firm hip and stung at the cheeks of Barbara's butt. She jumped into the air. Tears streamed down her anguished face.
"What do you want me to do?" she shrieked. Her tits throbbed with a pain worse than that in her ass. Her boobs were so much more sensitive! "I'll do anything you want me to! Only, don't hurt me anymore, puh-LEEEEEZE!"
John had whipped her even harder in mid-sentence. His hand was a blur as he lashed ruthlessly at her inflamed butt. The sound of the leather belt slapping the helpless cheeks of her ass was like someone in tap shoes running along a steel-floored corridor.
Barbara danced madly as the belt licked like flames at her rump. Her legs were held close together by the ruins of her pants. She couldn't flee the torment of the belt, and she had to fight frantically to keep her balance. She knew that if she fell, he'd cut her to ribbons with the stinging leather strap.
She spun as pain flared in her butt. A quick return stroke of the belt caught her dangling, swinging tits as she whirled. The world turned red as agony from her whipped boobs surged, boiling behind her eyes.
Then he whipped at her ass and the tops of her tender thighs again. Now and again he would give a turn of the wrist to snap the end of the belt against the neatly black-bearded mound of her pussy. When he did that, the pain in her cuntbun was like a scorpion's sting.
He goaded her around the living room, whipping her so that she hopped and reeled, her tits bouncing madly. Her ass was bright pink. With deft touches of the belt, he guided her toward the low coffee table.
Barbara shrieked with panic as the table struck her just below the backs of her knees. She teetered for a minute, then fell on her back across the table. She howled in terror and fear as the belt came singing down to smack the jutting peaks of her boobs.
John fumbled at his fly. Still holding his belt by the buckle, he opened his fly and pulled his cock out into the open air. It was every bit as huge and thick and stubby as Barbara remembered it from the night before. She shuddered at the memory of what it had done to her poor asshole!
John was reaching into his pants pocket. His cock bounced as he pulled out the roll of black tape again. "Just lie still," he commanded. His voice was hoarse with lust.
Barbara lay on her back, gazing fearfully up at him. She couldn't imagine what new torment he had in mind for her. She wished she wasn't going to find out!
The almost-naked captive was draped over the table, with her shoulders protruding over one side and her abused ass hanging over the other. Her neck muscles ached from holding her head up to watch John, but she was afraid to take her eyes off him for even a second!
He bent over. He pulled a long strip from the roll of tape and pressed the sticky side against the flank of the cherry-tipped cone of her tit. He pressed deep into her titflesh-to make sure the tape held. The captive shouted with pain as he crushed her whipped boob.
He took a turn around the very nubs of her tormented tits. The tips of Barbara's boobs had borne the brunt of his tit-whipping, and the touch of the tape seared the nerves in Barbara's big jugs. She howled and writhed in helpless torment.
John cut the tape and threw the roll on the floor. With a critical eye, he studied his handiwork. The two large globes of titflesh were bound together at the nipples, leaving a narrow, dry tunnel between the lower edge of the black electrician's tape and the woman's ribcage. Just what he had in mind!
He climbed up, with his knees on the table to either side of his prisoner's nude body. Her eyes were wide with terror, her expression uncomprehending. He sat lightly on her belly, being careful not to drive the wind out of her. Then he grasped his stocky cock and pushed the tip downward.
Barbara stared as he fucked his cock into the tight passageway between her whipped and taped tits. The passageway through the soft mountains of her jugs was too narrow to fit his cock easily. He grunted and rammed his hips forward.
The cock surged into the tit-tunnel. Barbara screamed. The friction of the mighty cock on the insides of her jugs wasn't bad, but it yanked the already-agonized flesh out from the sticky embrace. of the rubber tape. As the gummed tape tore away from her jugs, it felt as if it was taking the skin of her boobs with it!
The purplish head of the cock emerged from between the tops of Barbara's boobs. She stared at it as if hypnotized. She could feel the pulse thumping within the shaft of John's cock. The prick was like a bar of hot iron, fucking between her tits.
"Ahhhhh, that's nice!" John moaned. The tunnel between his victim's boobs was frantically tight around his prick. It was also dry, which meant the sensation of friction, as he pumped his cock between Barbara's boobs, would be increased!
The cockhead disappeared back into the darkness between her jugs. She moaned low in her throat. Words failed to describe the sensations she felt as the cock slid back and forth between her boobs.
John fucked the cock back into the tit-tunnel. His balls swept over her stomach and slapped against her ribs. The cock pulled back again.
Blood was rushing to the tied-up woman's nipples. She was getting turned on! The sheer novelty of having her magnificent tits fucked by John Halen's huge-girthed prick was actually making her horny. The problem was that, as she got turned on, her nipples grew erect and therefore more sensitive, and that meant the pain from the whipping her tits had received came flooding back into her jugs!
She moaned again, tossed between pleasure and pain. John looked down at her and smiled. He seemed to understand the conflict in her body and mind. It turned him on still more!
He slid his cock back and forth between Barbara's jugs with an easy, regular motion, making a slight scratchy sound as it fucked her splendid boobs. He reached a hand behind him and cupped it over the mouth of Barbara's pussy. She groaned with delight as a finger invaded her cunt.
The pussy-probing finger was instantly soaked in aromatic cunt oils. Barbara rolled her hips, fucking her pussy on her tormentor's finger. Her clit seemed to have swollen to the size of a balloon in her forbidden erotic excitement.
John's other hand grabbed a handful of titflesh. The touch of his sweaty palm on her abused nipple both stung and sent joy coursing into her boob.
She thrashed her head blindly from side to side.
Even with the tape seeming to tear at the puffy skin of her tortured tits, and her agonized nipple quivering against John's palm, the black-haired and beautiful young woman was getting fantastically horny. The fingers dipped metronomically in and out of her juicy cunt, only adding to Barbara's excitement. Feeling John fucking his fat prick in and out of the dark, dry passageway between her boobs would have been enough to get her off!
The underlubricated tunnel of boobs had sanded off the thin outer layer of skin on John's cock. The caressing walls of titflesh closed around John's big prick stimulated the nerve endings in his cock more directly. He felt his balls tightening with an urgent need to come.
He took his hands off of Barbara's tit. She moaned in disappointment. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out of the side of her mouth.
John slipped his hand behind her neck. "Suck on my cock when it comes through, darling," he whispered huskily. "Drink down my come!"
Barbara opened her eyes. Her driving lust fogged her vision, but it seemed that the inflated head of her captor's cock was swelling as it fucked her big jugs. She let John pull her head forward. Her neck muscles strained, but she didn't care. She felt a sudden, overpowering need to feel John's come spurting into her mouth, coating her tongue with the acrid flavor of jism!
The cockhead shot out from between her boobs. Her tongue darted forth to meet it. The tip of the tongue struck the tip of the cockhead and painted sweet saliva all over it.
John moaned as his cock stroked back between his victim's boobs. Suddenly, the cock buried between Barbara's tits gave a tremendous shudder. Like freshly-struck oil, a stream of hot white come fountained out from the darkness between her pale boobs!
The hot come struck the horny woman on the upper lip and dripped onto her outstretched, waiting tongue. She groaned ecstatically and moved her head closer to her boobs. The prickhead came out again and inserted itself neatly into her mouth like a bone in its socket.
She wrapped her lips around the head of John's prick and sucked the next spurt of jism deep into her stomach. The flavor of come filled her head.
Then she was coming too. Her pussy clutched frantically at the fingers driven deeply into its oily depths. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmrrrrmf!" she cried as her orgasm broke like surf over her head. Her ecstatic outcries were muffled by the come-spewing plug of cock thrust in her mouth.
She felt the giant cock quivering between her tits as John's prick filled her mouth with come. Jism bubbled out around the shaft of his prick and ran down her chin. The feel of his superheated bar of cock spurting from between her jugs made her come again and again.