Janet lifted the whip, looking for an opening. Lust drove her and she lashed, leaving welts on Dan's anus. Another blow and she stained his back with blood-specks as he tried to whirl away. She missed with a blow to his ass.
Dan moved carefully, keeping a good distance between them. His skin burned where the leather whip hit.
This was the part of their sessions they both loved most. Now they could go at each other all out, no holds barred, their savage sex forcing them.
Dan loved the challenge to his strength, to his virility. It was always a hard battle, but he subdued her every time, conquered her with his cock.
Janet knew that someday she would win, someday she would rise above Dan, defeating him with his own weapon – him. She lunged, leaped and brought the whip down across his chest. Blood bunt to the surface, a crimson trail down toward his belly.
"Bitch!" Dan leaped. A fresh strike raked him from belly to crotch but he kept on toward the woman. He grabbed her arm before she could whip him again and twisted the wooden handle from her gasp.
Holding her by both arms, he smeared her tits to his chest until they were streaked with a film of red.
"Yes, yes." Her tongue waned between her lips. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt." She writhed against him, desperate for the steel of his hard tool in her snatch.
Dan bent her back, forcing her toward the floor. He put a knee between her thighs and mounted her as his arms lowered her torso to the carpet. His head swiveled down to kiss a tit and he began to fuck, long, slow moves, sliding his prick between the lovely walls of her pussy. He moved as slowly as he could.
The lingering drives raised billows of shimmering lust in her crotch. "Yes. Yes. Yes." She rose on crests of happiness, the pleasure turning to rich heat as the man kept up his steady stroking. Her clit became a point of white light, glinting like flint as he kept up his marvelous moves. She could not resist the total pleasure.
"Yes! Dan. Oh. Yes!! I want your cock." She quivered, almost ready to come. Her hands caressed his body, feeling the muscles flex as he moved so splendidly inside her, his control perfect, the same steady tempo bringing her to the lip of a blinding climax.
"YES!" She hung there, ready to explode.
Dan pulled from her snatch and sat back on his heels. "Now now," he said softly and stood up.
"Ohhhhh." Lust became sudden rage. Janet sprang to her feet, fists ready. "Son of a bitch. You… you… OH!" She threw a punch wildly at his head.
Dan ducked aside easily and sent her sprawling with a quick chop to the side. His eyes did not leave her for a second. When she reached for the whip he kicked it out of sight.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bob asked.
"This is just for us," Janet said. "Keep out of it." Her eyes were locked to Dan. He had fooled her for a moment but it wouldn't happen again. This was the night she would win. She felt that as truth in every part of her.
"Why don't you fuck me? If you were a man you'd fuck me. Are you a man? A real man?" She took a step closer.
"You know it." He stood still.
"Then fuck me. Prove it. Show me. Prove you're a man. Prove it – if you can!"
"I can," Dan said calmly. He waited for her to come to him, smiling slightly, ready to pounce.
"I dare you." Janet stood still, arms slightly raised from her sides.
"Give me your cunt." Dan took one step toward her, stroking his dick slowly.
"Take it." She hunched, ready to fight.
"Okay," he said slowly, "if that's the way you want it." Dan's arm circled high, fingers spread. He crouched, then made a sudden dive for her, arm sweeping low, toward her legs.
Janet jumped back, slashing at the arm with her fist.
"Damn it." Dan lunged again, tackling her around the hips. He shaved her down, arms tight to her and grabbed between her knees.
On her back, Janet rolled, twisting to one side, legs clamped together. "Bastard."
Dan slung an arm around her chest and slid behind her, cock digging at her tail. She wiggled away and be stayed with her, hanging onto a tit, fingers digging for her pussy.
"No!" She lashed at him with her hands.
"Whore!" His dick got between her cheeks. He grabbed into her snatch.
"Son of a bitch." Janet tried to get away from him but he was too strong. His arms held her and she writhed as the dick touched closer to her asshole. When he shifted both hands to her cunt she arched up, turning at the waist. One arm braced against the floor and she heaved back, wiling on top of the man, her back on his chest as she clamped her cheeks into his dick, trying to crush the thrusting tool.
"Shit!" Dan's cock slid from between the hard buns. His hands tried to reach around her chest but she slid from him, rolling away as he grabbed for her.
Janet grabbed the whip and spun around, one blow of the lashes landing on Dan's legs. She whirled, whip high and got a solid blow across his back, he lunged for her again, bearing her down. Again the whip landed on his shoulder.
Dan ignored the stinging blows. He grabbed one arm, took another lash right across the chest, the thick wood of the handle hitting just below one shoulder before ho could grab the flailing arms and force it to the floor.
He was above her, his arms holding Janet's firmly to the floor as he lay out, dick towed her crotch. "You dumb cunt!" He crushed his rod to her box.
"Asshole," she hissed, baring her teeth. She tried to bite him but his arms held her shoulders down and her teeth got only air as she snapped.
Janet crossed her legs, squeezing the tops of her thighs together to keep him out of her match. His knee jabbed against her legs and he bois down, all his strength pressing to open her logs so he could get his dick into her pussy.
Breathing heavily, Janet fought as hard she could. Her tits swelled and dropped as her chest fell and lifted. Sweat began to glint on her darkly tanned flesh, low on the belly, then on her shoulders, more drops of sweat appearing on her boobs as she strained to keep the man out of her body.
Dan ground his knee down between her thighs, straining his muscles to get into her. She had never fought him like this, never been so fierce with her opposition. Her resistance aroused him and he crushed her legs with his knee and gauged into the damp cunt as his knees forced the leg apart.
"UHRRRGGHH!!" Janet howled in torment as the man went into her, his first drives massive stabs, the power of his back and legs tearing into her. A lust as powerful as his body streamed from her clit. Her body ached with fierce desire, passion aroused completely by the man's body, by his aggressive fight, by the iron hardness of his driving prick.
Janet wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to crush him, bearing down as he fucked faster. "Make me come!" She spit at him.
"Jesus!" Dan hammered her with his cock.
"You can't. You can't do it! You can't get me off." Her legs became a vise around his waist. "You're not man enough."
Dan's driving hips curled her up. She moved under him, legs like steel hands around his torso. He did not dare let go of her anus; she still held the whip. And her fingernails would shred him if she got loose. His dick flamed with savage desire and he fucked as hard as he could, needing to satisfy her, to prove his mastery, to demonstrate his strength.
"Make – me – come!" Janet hurled the challenge again. Her cunt ached, trembling rivers of deep lust surging with each blow of the man's dick. But she could not let go, could not let the man bring her into climax. If she did, if he got her off, she would have lost. And this time lost for good. This was her greatest effort. She knew that she could not give more fight any other time.
Janet clenched her teeth and concentrated on crushing the man with her legs.
Dan's legs spread. His balls whacked against her crotch as he screwed, every muscle clenched, legs thrashing to drive his cock farther, harder into the hot cunt. Sweat coated him thickly from face to knees. He slid between her legs, her skin as wet as his from their efforts.
Raw passion lashed from his nuts. Her legs kept pulling him closer to her. An ache started along his sides where the thighs pressed in. He gulped air and kept fucking.
"You can't get me off! You're not man enough!" Again she spit at him. "Not a man!"
"Shit!" Dan gave her every ounce of his strength, every bit of his driving power. Lust raged out of his balls. His head pounded in rhythm with his blazing crotch.
"No!" Janet clenched her legs tighter, forcing them into his solid torso. She clung to him, just barely held back from the explosion that boiled in her cunt.
"God damn!" Dan's balls demanded release.
Lust lacked them together, sweating on the floor. Their bodies flexed, heaved, both straining for a victory.
"Oh. Oh!" Dan tried to hold back, tried to stop the driving passions. "Oh!" He felt the flickering stabs of his passion rise, slicing through his body.
"Yes!" A savage grin spread over Janet's face. She knew she was going to win. She felt the new power in the man's thrusts and knew he was going to come. "Dan!" She squirmed, tightening her pussy around his plunging dick.
The added sensation was too much. Dan reared back, grabbed for her tits and fell into a slashing climax, cum streaming as his balls turned to a hurricane of desire.
"Oh. Harrgaah!" His orgasm thundered through him. Each nerve was shredded by the stunning power of his sexual release. His muscles flexed, spasming with pure pleasure. Jism filled the snatch, turning it to a dripping pit of wild ecstasy. "Oh! GOD! SHIIITT!"
Janet's arms flailed at the man's shoulders. When he fell to her, body totally consumed with lust, she raked him from buff to head with her nails, leaving trails of bare red flesh.
"MAKE ME COME!!" She screamed as his cock kept thrusting into her throbbing cunt.
Dan fucked until he was blinded with passion. He kept his hips moving, driving after the pleasures began to fade, still hoping to bring the woman to climax.
Janet felt his continuing drives. There was strength in them, but not as much as before. He was slowing, losing energy as he screwed. Soon his prick would go soft and she would have her triumph.
"Fuck me!" she commanded. "Fuck my cunt! Try to be a man!" She was still burning with lust.
Dan made one last effort. His hands played frantically with her tits. He rotated his hips, twisting into the pussy. But his dick lost hardness. He felt the muscles of her snatch massaging his tool and he slowed, then almost stopped.
"You bastard!" Janet's lips curled with contempt. She shoved him from her like a piece of garbage.
Dan tried to get up, but he was suddenly very tired. He knew he was beaten. Defeated, he slumped to the floor and lay still.
Janet got to her feet. She stood over the man, fists on her hips. "Dumb son of a bitch." She stood on his back and raised her arms high over her head.
Janet's body gleamed with sweat. Her feet crushed Dan into the carpet.
Slowly she turned, looking at Bob. "You," she said firmly. "Fuck me!"