The moon stood straight overhead, turning the beach to a field of rippling pale pearls.
Brenda looked at Dave, turning her head for a good view. "Hey, look. Don't feel bad. It happened. And it's not your fault. I seduced you."
"You did, yeah. But I let you." Dave moved more quickly toward the hotel. "Hell. I knew it was going to happen. I got one little peek at your breasts and I knew it then."
"So? I gave you the chance to look at them. I wanted to see if I could get you into bed – and I succeeded. See?"
"Yeah. But…"
"Hey, that's okay. Did I say I didn't like it?" Brenda slowed her walk. "Look, you're good. Real good. Your wife's lucky to have you."
"She sure doesn't act like it."
"She'll come around. You've just got to show her who the boss is. Get her used to it. I know Carl did. He's my husband. He's into bondage you know, ropes and chains and stuff."
"Jesus!" Dave stopped and looked at the woman.
"I didn't go for it at first. But he just threw me down, fled me up, screwed the hell out of me and… now it's great!"
"I don't know… bondage. That's kind of strange."
"Not after you try it a couple of times. You try it with Marilyn. Really do it. Just knock her around and climb on. Be rough about it."
"I… maybe. I'll have to see how things work out."
"You have to do something on your own, Dave. You have to make things come out the way you want them to. It doesn't just happen. You have to work for them."
"Just try it and see. With Marilyn."
"Okay." He walked toward the hotel, moving to keep some distance from the woman.
As they got close to the building, Brenda walked closer to Dave. "I tell you what. You don't tell Carl and I won't tell Marilyn."
"That's a deal," he said instantly.
"You can come to my room for a drink if you want to!"
"No. That's okay. I'd better talk to Marilyn." He stopped a few yards from their rooms.
"You do what I told you to, Dave." Brenda went to her room.
"Okay." Dave waited a minute, then went to his room.
The hotel room was dark; only a bit of light seeped from around the bathroom door. Dave peeled down his clammy jeans and stood naked near the bed. "Marilyn, you in the bathroom?"
"Oh!" She sounded startled. "Yes. Yes, dear. I'll be right out. Just a minute."
"Okay." Dave clicked on the bedside lamp and sat on the bed, facing toward the ocean. The sound of surf was lost in the gush of water from the bathroom.
In a while, the door opened.
Dave turned. Marilyn stood facing him, her body glowing pale and pink from a steamy bath. "Hi, honey," she said with a smile. Her form was nude, only one towel trailing along the floor from her left hand. "I missed you." Marilyn dropped the towel and took a couple of steps toward her husband.
Dave stared at the nude figure. He wanted her the instant he saw her. Brenda's instruction was still fresh in his mind.
"What the hell went wrong with you?" Dave stood up. "I wanted to make love and you came on like I was something that crawled up out of the swamp."
"Dave, I… I'm sorry. Really. It will never happen again. Honest. I'll always do what you want. What you tell me to do. Always!"
"You had God damned well better." He came over and stood close to her. "I'IJ never back off again like I did. I'll break you in half first."
"Yes. I'll always do what you say. Every time. I promise."
Dave liked what he heard, but he didn't quite believe it. It was happening too quickly. It was too easy.
"I'm the boss. Remember that."
"I know. I'm sorry I was so awful. But I had a chance to think about it. And you're the man. Men are in charge. All the time."
"God damn right!" Dave felt pleased with the way things were working put. He decided on a quick test. "Suck my cock!" He said the words like a command.
"Oh, yes!" Marilyn was on her knees in a second. Her hand took the hanging organ and her lips closed instantly around the full shaft. Her tongue massaged briskly over the delicate skin, rolling the dick all around, making it wet, making it begin to rise, to thicken, hardness pulsing into the base where her fingers touched it.
Dave was surprised at how quickly she had followed his order. There was not a bit of hesitation, she just went down and started sucking cock. Brenda was sure right, he decided.
She loved the feel of the rising dick. It meant that she was giving him pleasure, that he was aroused by her. That he wanted sex with her.
And she knew what a really hard cock could do to her. Marilyn wanted to find out if her husband could give her the same pleasure she had found with Carl.
The tool came up to full size and she bobbed her head, taking it into her throat.
Dave took a firm grip on her blond hair with both hands and fucked the pulling mouth steadily until his lust flowed with thick, regular pulses from his rocks.
"Okay." Dave stepped back from the woman. "I'll do anything for you. Anything." She smiled at her husband, spreading her thighs to show bin her snatch.
"You're damn right you will." Dave wanted to see how far he could push his new dominance. "Get your ass on the bed. Now!"
"Yes!" Marilyn leaped to the bed, sprawling on her back, knees raised, ready for his cock to ram into her.
Dave stared at the waiting cunt for a moment. "Not bad." He put his knees on the mattress and crawled between the thighs. His hands spread the knees, shoving them to the side. She hitched up her pussy toward him and he touched it with the end of his prick.
Suddenly, one hard slam put it all into her. Marilyn gasped. The cock ramming in showed her how sore her sessions with Carl had left her. She clenched her teeth and managed to moan, "Yes. Yes."
"God damn right." Dave fucked savagely, trying to hurt her with his cock. He wanted to show her how powerful he was, how much strength he had, how much force he had in his cock, how much driving energy there was in his lust.
"Oh, Dave, Dave. Yes. Oh, yes. Oh. I love you." She managed to relax and take his blows with less pain. "So strong. Oh. Oh, I love you. I love it when you are strong inside me. In my cunt. In me. Oh!" She responded to the force of his body. The power of his lust, the raw hardness of his cock amused her. "Fuck me!" She clung to him with both arms. "Oh, Dave. Hard. Yes. Fuck me hard. Hard!" Her arms pulled his heaving torso close; she shoved her breasts to his naked chest. Desire swept her, her legs spasmed, rising, thrashing above his back. Her tits slid on his skin, the firm muscles making the nipples pound with solid lust.
Dave reared back, and springing free of the twat. "God damn!" He shoved her flat to the bed, arms pinning her shoulders. "Just lie still, damn it. Let me fuck." He stuck his prick back into the smooth pussy and screwed with rapid strokes.
Marilyn spread her legs so he could go all the way into her box easily. "Oh, yes. Fuck me, Dave. Just do what you want. Fuck my cunt!"
"Shut up." His hand slapped across her face. He whipped his dick out of her pussy and jumped from the bed.
"Dave, I… I'm sorry." A needle sting spread through her face. "Just tell me what to do. Anything."
"You're moving around. Squirming and everything. I can't concentrate on what I'm doing." He rummaged through the dresser drawers.
"What do you want? What are you looking for?"
"Something to tie you up with." His desire had pushed him into trying everything that Brenda had suggested. So far everything had worked out like she said it would.
"Here we go." Dave held up some of Marilyn's panty-hose. The long legs trailed limply on the floor as he came back to the bed. "Let's just get your arms tied first." Dave took hold of her left wrist. If she would let him tie her up, he was sure she would really do anything he wanted her to in bed. From now on out.
"Here you go." She held out her arm, not complaining or resisting at all.
"Okay!" Dave smiled as he wrapped one end of a panty-hose leg around her wrist and made a firm knot.
Marilyn looked at her husband's hard-on, only inches from her face as he bound her wrist. She lay back when he tied the arm to one leg of the bed and moved around to bind her other arm. The panty-hose did not cut into her skin, but it did hold her very securely.
"Now let's try a little more screwing." Dave took both feet and pulled until his wife was stretched out on the bed.
"Yeah. God damn. Nice." Dave plunged into the pussy eagerly, taking his time savoring the flow of passion from his nuts. His hands explored her tits carefully, rolling the nipples all around.
Marilyn held still. Her pleasures grew. The front of his crotch rubbed on her clit. Lust warmed, then flared as his digging prick touched every part of her snatch. Her tits burned with enjoyment.
"Put your legs together. Hurry!" Dave separated his knees and shoved her thighs with his hands, closing her twat in a grip around his moving tool.
"Ness them together." He gripped the outside of her legs with his knees, forcing the firm flesh to tighten around his rod. "Shit. Oh, yeah!"
The position was new for her. Marilyn loved the feel, loved the slow pleasures that washed from her pussy. She took his kiss, drawing his tongue into her, feeling his passion increase as he fucked with real strength again, driving in, hard, deep thrusts, thrusts that showed he wanted her, that his passion was building to a peak.
Dave broke the kiss. "Spread 'em!" he snapped. One knee jammed between her thighs. His hands spread her knees.
Marilyn swung her legs as far apart as she could, giving the man room for a good hard fuck. "Yes," she whispered. The cock tore into her cunt. Pain came back, sharp, thin streamers rippling from her battered flesh. The heaving prick created agony between her legs.
"Lift 'em, God damn it." Dave tried to heft up her legs. "Come on. Come on!" He got her thighs under his arms and bent her up, rising over her, his hips slamming his cock deeper into the stretched pussy.
"Oh, Dave. Oh, God. Oh." She clung to his sides with her thighs, the excitment starting to turn to a dark loveliness under his steady hammering. She moaned, gasped, breathed with shallow moans and felt herself begin to come. "Daaaaave!" The sound came from low in her throat, rolling up, out, merging with his grunts. "YES!" She shrieked as the howls of blinding fire filled her flesh.
Heavy sweat streamed from them. The broiling heat surrounded his balls, filled his cock. Lust was a hungry beast in his crotch.
He knew Marilyn was coming; he felt the spasms in her flesh, heard her cries. She screamed, head snapping between her tied arms.
And she loved it! Loved the savage fucking. Loved the wild, muscular drives, the heavy thrusts, the massive virility of the great cock.
Dave crushed her down. The eruption began back behind his balls. Flashes of pleasure singed though his crotch. He heaved, sweating all over, slamming into the overwhelming climax, his body tense, flailing at the tied figure. His muscles flexed, his crotch flamed and he sent the first thick batch of cum into the steaming cunt. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. His body felt the fierce ecstasy. His balls whirled, a hurricane of lust loose, his gism streaming, gushing, tearing through his pounding dick. More cum, boiling as it streaked into the twat. For a moment he could not see, then a million colors ripped through his head and he almost fell to her, gasping for air, his chest heaving as the orgasm finally passed.
"Oh, God." Dave pulled his prick from the wet pussy and slumped to the bed. The splendor of the climax stunned him. "Oh, Marilyn. Marilyn." He grabbed for his wife. "I love you. Oh, God, I love you so much." He wrapped his arms around her waist and began a messy, intense kiss.
"Dave. Oh. I love you. Yes. Forever." She arched her breasts to him. The session had exhausted her. She lay on the bed, very happy. She had sex, the same kind, but with the man she loved. Dave could give her the same deep, total thrill that she had found for the first time with Carl.
"Oh. Oh, Dave. What a man. A man."
His hands slid over her breasts. "You are so beautiful." Brenda had been right, he thought. Just put it to her, hard. Do it and she'll love it. Love every bit of it. "Beautiful." He kissed her boobs, then kissed down her belly to her box.
Marilyn's pussy ached sharply. When he kissed her clit, she moaned and spread her legs, inviting him to begin again if he wanted to.
"Beautiful." His lips moved up over her moist skin to her boobs, then to her lips. "I love you." Dave sat up slowly.
"I love you so much, Dave. So much I can never tell you."
"I'm hungry." He started to untie her wrist.
"How about we get cleaned up, have some dinner and then I'll show you how much I love you?"
"Oh, yes. Yes."
Brenda slept very late the next morning. Carl was already off somewhere when she got up. She showered and put on a skimpy bathing suit and went out to the beach.
She saw her husband sprawled on his back, eyes closed.
"HA!" Brenda clasped both arms around his body and slid her lips to his mouth.
"Uh?" Carl was half-way asleep. He woke suddenly and returned his wife's kiss.
"Good to see you awake. You were almost passed out when I got in last night." She spread a beach towel beside him.
"I was tired. And I drank too much, too." He closed his eyes.
"I sure slept well. Must be the sea noise." She took a very deep breath, causing her tits to strain at the top of her suit.
"Hey, take it easy. I don't feel like chasing off half the guys on the beach this morning."
"Oh, okay. What a grouch." She plopped beside him, stretching slowly to full length in the warm sun. "Sure is a nice day."
"Yeah. It is."
Brenda sat up. "I think I'll go for a swim. Want to join me?"
"No. I want to get some more tan." He picked up his head to watch her go along the sand. When the water came up over her tail he closed his eyes and started to drift back to sleep.
"HEY. HEY!" Brenda yelled at Carl, flicking water from her arms at him. "WAKE UP!" Her voice carried down the beach.
"Oh. You." He relaxed. "How was the water?"
"Oh. Great!" She tossed her head, flicking water from her legs and sides. Her bikini clung tightly to her flesh, outlining her nipples, pressing wetly over her snatch. "You ought to try it. It's just wonderful." Brenda knows what that close to him, almost touching his side with her hip.
"I know something else that's wonderful." Carl's said, glided down her damp arm.
"What's that?"
"A fuck before lunch." He pulled her down to him, one arm holding her across his chest as he kissed her firmly. "How about it?"
"Nice," she said slowly. "Just great." A smile spread over her face and she kissed Carl with lips, tongue, mouth all very active, tongue thrusting into him, licking over his teeth.
"I think we'd better go to the room; it's kind of public out here."
"You're right." Brenda got to her feet. She waited while Carl gathered up their gear, then put her arm around his waist and walked with him to the hotel room.
Carl slid the glass door closed, pulled the drape and dropped the beach equipment to the floor. "Come here." His hand drew Brenda close.
"Mmmmmmmm." Brenda leaned to the man, taking his loving embrace, loving the feel of his muscles as he held her tighter and tighter. Her feet spread apart to get better balance and she moved her crotch toward him.
Carl's fingers moved inside the suit. Brenda untied the small bit of clothing and he peeled it from her. Her bare boobs stuck right up toward him, the tan skin surrounding the dark nipples. His fingers pinched lightly and he bent to kiss them while his hands roamed lower, over her tail, around to touch at her snatch under the damp patch of bikini.
Brenda took the bathing-suit down, opening to her husband.
Carl watched as his wife bared her form to him, his lust swelled as his eyes took in her trim figure, viewed the breasts, looked right at her cunt.
"Brenda!" His hands cupped under her butt and he lifted her, held her to him as he carried her to the bed.
Brenda stretched out one knee turned outward to spread her box. The man took down his trunks. His cock rose swiftly as he leaned toward her, hands covering her tits. His kiss became deeply passionate and Brenda lay back, feeling his weight press her down, his cock against her side, against her leg.
One finger touched down to her crotch, found the clit and she soared, thrashing billows of passion suddenly loosened within her. "Oh! Carl!"
His thumb rolled the firm bit of flesh; the clit moved like a marble in a pool of warm oil. His head dipped and his lips replaced his tongue.
"OH!" The twitches of passion arrived closer together. Her pussy turned all hot and creamy, just waiting for the stiff prick to massage up into it.
"How about I just make love to you? Show you how good I am." He kissed deeply between the folds that flanked her box.
"Ohhhhh. Yeeeeeeesssssss!" Brenda spread her legs as far apart as she could.
Carl turned slowly above her, lowered himself full length to his wife's body and gradually let his cock fill her warm pussy. He put it in by slow degrees until he was tightly pressed to her crotch. He started a kiss and drew back until only the tip touched the passage, then entered again, slowly touching the sides of the cunt with his thick rod.
Lust blossomed out of Brenda's twat. She lay on the bed, quivering with intense happiness as the man created masses of glowing beauty between her legs, his cock making more slow trips up the channel, her passion swelling until she thought she would die.
Brenda came, long, massive pulses of pure loveliness sliding from her crotch to her head. She glided on sheer luxury, the slow fucking still continuing, her body ravished by the unspeakable perfection.
"Carl. Ohhhhlihli!" She sighed, very satisfied.
Carl grinned at her. "You liked that, huh?"
"Ohhhhh. Oh, yes. Yes. It was so beautiful."
"It was supposed to be." He lay still, kissing her lightly. His fingers played with her tits for a moment and he eased up higher on her torso so his cock moved in at a steeper angle.
"Oh." Bright flashes of pleasure spattered from her cunt. Carl began to fuck with quick, short strokes, light drives, just an inch or so of his dick moving back and forth. "Carl. Oh. Oh." Stabs of enjoyment sped like pins down her legs. Her clit vibrated with sudden passion. Brenda gasped again and felt the new climax rise to a fiery sweep of happiness. "Carl. Oh. Oh!" She was there. Her body ravished by the quick moves.
Carl stayed with her until the climax passed. He moved his prick out of her box and lay beside her. "That's the kind of like the way it was on the first honeymoon, wasn't it?"
"Yes. It's a lot like that." Brenda took his hand, carried it to her mouth and kissed it tenderly.
"You're still just as sexy." His hand roamed down over her twat.
"I still love you just as much." She pressed his fingers into the pussy. "Maybe even more."
Carl finger-fucked his wife slowly for a moment, then put two fingers in and fucked with them more strongly. Brenda started to writhe under his touch and his thumb rolled her clit. His tongue lapped at her left tit.
"Carl. Oh, Carl. God. Oh, what are you doing to me?"
"I'm making love to you. This is a honeymoon for us, remember? People make love on their honeymoon." His lips closed around the nipple.
"Carl. That's beautiful. I love you. I love you so much."
"Mummmmm." He nuzzled his way over to the other breast. "How about getting up on top?" His fingers left her box but his thumb still rolled on her clit. "We haven't done that for a while."
"Yes. Oh. I'd love it." She moved around, crawling on hands and knees as Carl lay back on the bed, his cock up long and hard above his belly.
Brenda straddled his hips with her knees, took his prick in one hand and aimed it for her snatch as she crouched. The dick touched her pussy and lust flamed as she let it slide in, settling so she sat astride his body.
Carl put a hand up to each tit, fondled the nipples until they were firm and then began to screw. His body raised her up, pressing his rigid tool deeper into the tight cunt.
"Carl!" The strength of his moves filled her with desire. Her hands crawled over his chest and belly feeling the muscles flex and clench as he fucked her. She touched his prick where it pistoned up into her body. Pleasure swarmed from her crotch, soaring when he touched her cunt.
"Oh. Carl. So good. I love you. I love your cock. Your big, hard cock. Your cock!" Lust took over. Brenda knew she was going to get off. The jumping cock plunged heavily and she was drenched with pleasure. "Oh. Carl. So strong. Fuck me!"
Carl bucked like a bronco, stabbing up into the woman until his balls roared. He heaved up, lifted her clear of the bed, held his butt above the mattress, his legs tense, torso rigid until he came, came with her, right at the same time, both of them lost in lust, driven by physical desire, their bodies locked, her cunt blazing around his throbbing rod, her hands biting into his shoulders. He filled her snatch with gism.
Brenda felt the force of the man's climax and she gasped as her cunt leaped with fire. His fingers clawed at her tits. His dick dug in. Jism streamed over her slick pussy. Her clit wailed with pleasure.
"Shit. Oh. Yeah. Fuck!" Carl clutched at the woman hauled her down close, kissing her as he crammed his dick all the way up her twat and crushed her tits to his chest.
"Oh. God. Brenda. Brenda!" His hips slowed, their frantic driving not needed now. "I love your cunt!" he said slowly.
"I love you!" She gave him the world's best kiss.
Carl put down his empty drink glass and looked out over the dark beach. The moon was slightly more full, but the night was just as dark. He pulled the drapes closed slowly.
Brenda lay on the bed behind him, leafing through a magazine. Dinner that night had been very good – and she was very relaxed, not caring about anything.
"How about it? Let's have a real all-out session." Carl began to unbutton his shirt.
"I'm all yours." Brenda rolled over, sprawled on her back, arms limp oat from her shoulders.
Carl tugged the tails of his shirt out of his pants and let them dangle while he took off his shoes and socks. Standing, he took off his shirt and flung it on a chair. From under the bed, he took out the case of bondage gear and propped it open beside the bed, checking to make sure it was all ready. When he stood up, he had a length of chain in his hands. "Why aren't you naked, Brenda? I want you all bare assed before we start."
"Okay, okay." She swiveled and sat on the edge of the bed to get undressed, her back to Carl.
"You sure don't sound very eager." Carl shucked off his pants.
"It takes me a minute to get going. Okay?" Her blouse fell to the floor and she popped off her bra swiftly, then took off her skirt and peel down the panty-hose. "There, how's that for naked?"
"Great." Carl stepped out of his shorts and they moved toward each other. Their naked bodies touched and Carl slung the chain around her waist and pulled her close, pressing his crotch forward, feeling the cock begin to rise against her leg. The chain tightened in his hands, forcing her body to press against his.
Brenda swayed her tits across his chest, making the nipples rise and pulse.
"Give me some head."
Brenda kissed across the dense patch of hair on Carl's chest, licked down his lean stomach, crouching lower until she felt his firm prick under her chin. She leaned back and opened her mouth wide, swallowing the firm shaft in one gulp. The chain came up and Carl wrapped it around her neck, making a double circuit before tugging to pull her head into his crotch.
"Suck all of it honey. Get me turned on real good." He tightened the chain until it almost choked her, leaving just enough slack so she could suck cock.
Brenda twisted her head so her tongue could go all over the man's rod, top, sides, licking under to his balls.
"Get up." Carl hauled her up with the chain, making a loose loop of the ends to keep it in place.
"Let's get you fixed up." Carl got some handcuffs from his case and clicked a pair to each wrist. "Now. Lie on the bed. Face up."
"Sure thing, Carl." Brenda took her position, centered on the mattress, arms spread, knees apart.
Out of the case, he took a long coil of sash-cord. Crouching above her, he ran some of the cord under her shoulders, brought the ends around, crossed them between her breasts and pulled them toward the opposite corners of the bed, separating her tits. Mother length of cord made a loop behind her neck, the ends trailed toward her crotch. Carl brought the ends between her boobs, crossed them and let them trail off toward her feet.
"Give me some more head. Keep me hard." He squatted over her, his butt resting on her tits as he shoved his dick into her mouth.
Brenda rolled the meat with her tongue until it stuck up into the air again. The feel of his ass on her boobs started some pleasure moving between her legs.
"You are sure set," Carl got up, cock close to his belly again. "How about we fix your legs up?"
"Anything you want, Carl."
Carl wrapped a length of hemp rope around one ankle and tied it firmly. He put another hunk of rope around the other leg and then crouched close to the floor to tie both to the frame of the bed, leaving the feet at the edge of the mattress.
"I want to try that for size." He crawled to her, lay out and made a few light strokes into her cunt with his dick. "Yeah. That's okay so far. Legs are spread enough for a real good fuck."
"I hope so. I'm starting to get horny just looking at your big hunk of meat sticking out."
"You'll do more than look at it. You'll feel it. Peel it tear you in half." He ran a chain though the loose ring of the handcuff, doubled it and took both lengths and looped them around the top of the bed frame. A padlock kept them in place. On the other arm he did the same action, tugging his wife to the side, making sure the chain was tight, the cuff biting into the wrist.
Brenda was helpless now, ready to receive his cock. The prick held her eyes, swaying as the man turned toward her. The ropes lay loosely over her chest, the ends free on the bed beside her.
Carl took one end, pulled it out, grabbed the other end and tightened the cord so it pressed into her flesh, binding the breasts apart. He pulled more firmly and the flesh bulged around the rope. Keeping the rope taut, Carl brought it to her feet, tying it behind her heel to the rope that held her feet.
The second loop of rope over her chest got pulled more tightly, lifting the boobs toward her head, pulling them up sharply, the rope cutting into the skin as he tightened the ends around the handcuffs on her wrists. The roses criss-crossed her chest, ringing the tits.
"Yeah. That's it." Carl ran his hands over the crimped skin, rolling the nipples on his palms until they were nice and hard. He pressed down, crushing the tits, forcing the ropes to cut in more deeply. He leaned on her tits until she squirmed under his weight. "Great!"
Lust spread out of his nuts as he looked down at the thoroughly tied form. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." Brenda looked right into his eyes. Carl would batter her into a magnificent orgasm.
"Let's go." Carl stretched out along her body, his chest sliding over the tits. He guided his cock to her cunt with one hand and eased it in as he pressed himself to his wife full length, touching her from face to feet. The dick filled the pussy and she bore his full weight.
Carl took Brenda's head in both hands, began a kiss, probed with his tongue and curled his hips back to start his fucking. Three slow glides of the cock filled him with pleasure.
"Now!" Carl slammed in with all his force. His arms clamped to her and he hugged her fiercely, drawing the cords on her tits tighter, slicing her flesh with the ropes as his cock gouged into her snatch.
The sudden fury of his attack sent waves of pain stinging through her body. Her tits became mounds of agony; her cunt ached from the pounding tool. His weight forced her into the bed, drawing the ropes on her arms and legs in so they cut at her. The man was everywhere on her, his passion monstrous, his body desperate as it heaved and fucked.
"OUCH!" The pain tore from her snatch. She gasped, thrashed against his driving strength, strained against the bonds, frantic to escape the torment. "Carl. Carl!"
"God. Yes. Yes!" His hands grabbed her ass and hauled her up, forcing her spread crotch to take more of his pounding rod. He dragged her by force until her torso was clear of the beds holding her with his arms as he fucked, his cock stabbing roughly into the warm box.
The pain was fierce, but the animal strength of the man began to conic through to her. She saw the bulging muscles of his arms and shoulders as he hefted her up. His body glistened with sweat, the chest broad. "Carl! OH! God! GOD!" A flood of passion drenched her. Her cunt pounded as the dick rammed under it.
Carl dropped her and lunged for her with his arms, grabbing under her shoulders, twisting her bound tits up to his chest.
His face was only inches away. Brenda saw the wild savagery of the man's lust in his eyes, in the cruel smile. She felt it with every part of her body, her flesh ravaged by his force. And she felt the same kind of primitive need spring from her own crotch. The heat built to a pounding crest.
Brenda's clit was a single point of blinding light. It spread, dazzled her and she shrieked as her body shuddered with pure ecstasy. The brutal force of the man brought howling masses of enjoyment along every nerve. Her mouth opened to scream but no sound came. Just the flaming pleasure, rippling like an angry sea through every last bit of her thrashing flesh.
The storm of lust swarmed through him. Carl fucked harder, his passion giving him more strength. The woman below him could have been anyone. He needed the sex, needed the brutal drives, the massive pounding, needed her cries. He held her by the ass again, crushing her cunt up to him.
All lust, muscle, and hard cock. Carl slammed into his climax. Hard jolts of raw pleasure sped from his prick. For an instant he clung to a fragment of the real world, then the black whirlpool engulfed him.
Staggering ecstasy exploded from his nuts. Carl roared, battered at the hot flesh and sent a gushing stream of cum into her pussy. The gism felt like it was ripped from his rocks, torn right from the flesh. A deep yell of total enjoyment filled the room. Carl came and came. More dense clots of ecstasy crowded from his dick. The cunt ran wet with his thick juice.
The fury of his climax sent more fresh agony through Brenda's cunt. She felt his cock shred her flesh and tried to scream, tried to cry out but had no energy left. Her own orgasm had left her limp, as helpless as the ropes that cut into her skin. All she could do was lie there, knowing that he would soon slump away, as exhausted as she.
"I love you," Brenda whispered.
"You're great." She caressed her leg carelessly. Later, when he was rested, he took off her ropes and they cuddled together to sleep.