Ella Unbound Pt. 02

"Holy shit," Jake's wife Susan whispered, nestling into Jake's shoulder, her ample breast resting on the side of his chest.

"That was..."

"Awesome," Jake prompted.

"Violent," Susan answered, wrapping her hand around Jake's half-hard monster. "In a good way," she added, letting out a long, contented sigh.

For the fourth time that week, Jake's expert tongue, hands and nine-and-a-quarter inch, beer-can thick cock booked his wife a first-class ticket on the orgasm train.

A bullet train with multiple stops through a world of leg-shaking pleasure and ball-draining spurts of hot cum.

Nothing new there; Susan was orgasmic as fuck. Jake and Susan's no-holds-barred sex life was the bedrock of their ten-year marriage.

Even so, Susan was right: Jake's tonguing, fingering and fucking style had taken on the unmistakable air of barely-controlled anger. That his wife welcomed without open arms and legs.

For good reason. Jake had never licked, fingered and then fucked his wife so hard, so long, in so many positions and, as far as he could remember, so well.

Jake's wild animal lust was powered by a hidden truth: a never-ending, insatiable desire to fuck his 22-year-old step-daughter Ella senseless.

His sexual obsession had reached the point where fucking Susan was mentally fucking Ella. Especially entering his wife from behind, ramming every inch of his rock hard cock into her warm, wet, always-willing pussy, flooding it with the monumental amount of cum that never failed to shock their sex partners.

Fucking Susan from behind, looking down at his wife's taut back, hearing her moans and screams and pleas, Jake was free to imagine Ella how and where he wanted her. First...

On her knees, her hazel eyes wide, his gigantic cock inches from her face, staring up at her step-father with a mix of apprehension, desire and, most intoxicating of all, submission.

Opening her mouth hesitantly. Her lips barely stretching wide enough to accommodate the obscene magnificence of Jake's giant cock head, its perfectly formed mushroom-shaped tip glistening with pre-cum.

As he fucked his wife with the monstrous man meat she constantly craved, Jake imagined twisting his huge hand around Ella's soft brown hair. Holding the monster's tree trunk base with the other.

Pulling Ella's head towards him. Pushing his cock to the back of her throat. Feeling the resistance, then forcing the monster down. Down into her throat, deeper and deeper, inch by wrist-thick inch.

Waiting for the moment when Ella gagged, as he knew she would. Retching, spasming, shaking; tears streaming down her pixie-like face.

Jake imagined withdrawing his cock head for Ella to recover. To get some air. Then doing it again. Again and again. Until he could make his step-daughter's athletic body convulse at will.

In the same way she'd shake uncontrollably when Jake's gigantic cock stretched his step-daughter's pussy beyond what she'd thought were her limits.

When she'd experience the biggest, thickest, hardest, best cock of her life. Giving her the longest, hardest orgasms of her life.

Changing Ella from an untouchable cock tease into a cock-sucking cum-hungry fuck toy. An insatiable little bitch that Jake could fuck whenever he wanted. Whenever they were alone.

And then, eventually, fucking Ella with someone else. Like one of Ella's college-aged friends. Or one of Jake's older, more experienced go-to's.

No, he couldn't do that. Not without Susan. That was a line in the sand beyond which lay nothing but land mines.

"What are you thinking about?" Susan asked, waking from her sex-induced torpor.

"Your hot tongue licking that Australian blond's pussy," Jake said, kissing the top of Susan's head.

"Bullshit," Susan said, gently running her fingertips up and down her husband's resurrected hard-on. "You want me to guess who it is?"

"No thanks," Jake said, instantly regretting that's he'd replied so quickly. So definitively.

"You going to tell me?" Susan pressed.

"I already told you."

"And I called bullshit," Susan said, sliding down Jake's body, lowering her head onto her husband's rock hard abs.

Jake watched his wife re-position her head to slowly lick his ridiculously long, insanely thick shaft.

"I know who it is," Susan announced quietly after a minute of silent cock worship.

Jake felt a rush of guilt, fear and adrenaline. All his gym-honed muscles seemed to tighten at once.

Thank God Susan had removed her head from his chest; there's no way she'd miss his racing heart thumping in his chest.

"I see how hard you get around her," Susan said seductively, continuing the long process of lavishing Jake's huge cock with warm saliva.

"I have no idea who you're talking about," Jake said, fighting a rising sense of panic.

"Sure you do. Admit it."

"Fuck you," Jake growled.

"Yes please," Susan said enthusiastically, moving between Jake's legs, raising his cock to vertical, placing her mouth over the top of his turgid tower of flesh.

Jake thrust his hips, relieved to be fucking his wife's experienced throat rather than continuing the dangerous conversation.

Interrogation? Did Susan know he was desperate to fuck her daughter? Was her statement an informed guess? A deeply held suspicion? Or... a trap?

A trapdoor leading straight to hell, Jake thought.

But if it wasn't a trap, what was it? A kind-hearted acknowledgment of a natural urge? Lust but don't touch? What else could it be?

Susan pulled her husband's manhood out of her mouth, spit on it three times and rubbed the spit over its insane length.

Despite his fear, or perhaps because of it, Jake felt his desire, his need to unleash the monster, increase exponentially.

"I know something about her you might like to hear."

"Who?" Jake said, his turbocharged tone of voice telling Susan what was about to happen to her.

"Ella's bestie. Jane."

Jake's relief was like the sun emerging from dark clouds. At the same time, his monster-controlled mind went where Susan's comment led.

He imagined Jane's hand guiding his cock into his step-daughter's soaking wet pussy. Hearing her urge him on. Deeper!

Jake jumped up, threw Susan onto her back and positioned his cock head at the entrance to her well-used pussy.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace," Jake said, giving his wife a wide smile, rubbing his cock head back and forth against her clit, teasing her cum-glazed hole with his enormous cock head.

"I can't," Susan pleaded. "Not when you're doing that."

Jake stopped moving his cock and pulled it away from his wife's aching sex organ.

"I'm listening."

Susan looked down at Jake's engorged not to say enraged cock. She grabbed the shaft, pulling it towards her.

"Please," she begged.

"Tell me."

"Janie stole Ella's dildo. The one I bought her. Now fuck me. Please Jake. Hurt me."

Of course Ella had a dildo. She probably had several. Susan had never mentioned it before. Why would she?

Jake's cock twitched at the thought of Ella lying on her back fucking herself with a dildo in her bedroom or dorm room, burying it inside until she achieved a mind-bending release.

Susan felt it in her hand. She saw the raw, unfiltered, unstoppable desire in Jake's blue eyes -- wanting nothing more than to stoke the fire. To make the flame burn hotter.

"It's huge," Susan said, tugging at Jake's shaft. "The same size as yours."

Jake's heart skipped a beat. He willed himself to wait for more.

"I wanted Ella to know what's it's like to get fucked by a real man."

That did it. Jake thrust the entirety of his massive cock balls deep into his wife's pussy. Stretching it in every direction.

"Yes!" Susan screamed, once again giving voice to her unquenchable need for the monster's mix of pain and pleasure.

Jake's massive member punished his wife for his lust for Ella, ramming all the way from her entrance to the deepest possible part of Susan's pussy.

Jake watched his wife buck and squirm, fucking him back, using his monster cock to take herself to orgasm. He stared into her eyes, waiting for the moment they'd roll back in her head.

A fraction of a second before they did, she looked straight into Jake's eyes.

It was the same look Ella gave him at the kitchen table when she finally acknowledged the rock hard freak of nature pressing against his pants. Knowing what he was going to do to her. That his secret was now also hers.

No question: Susan knew about her husband's unformulated plan to fuck Ella, her daughter. Now what?