"You're so big in me," moaned Tanya, struggling passionately with her boyfriend on the huge waterbed. The wave motion under her carried the woman up and down, sending the prick ever deeper into her pussy. She loved the feeling. But there had to be more to fucking than just this. There had to be or it would not be worth the sweat and time and effort.
"Do it again," he urged. "What you were doing with your pussy. I need to feel that cunt of yours smashing down hard around my prick."
She tensed and relaxed her cunt walls and felt his cock jerk in lusty response. He was big. Bigger than she had any right to expect from his behavior out of bed. Charlie was an okay sort of guy but he left a lot to be desired in his approach to life. He wasn't terribly aggressive or ambitious. Still, Tanya couldn't afford to be choosy right now. The hunger in her loins threatened to devour her totally. She would go mad with lust if she didn't get enough cock to keep her happy and sated sexually.
These spells hit her periodically. She looked over all the men she knew and tried to evaluate each and every one of them. She always drew a blank as to the one she was excited the most by. They all seemed so namby-pamby. Not a one of them had ever had an original thought in his head. And the idea of competing and winning would scare them all shitless.
What she needed was a take-charge man, one who would know what her needs were and fill them totally. A man like that wouldn't have to be told what to do. A man who knew women – who knew what she would love the most – wouldn't ask her to tighten up her cunt so that both of them could get that much more of a thrill out of fucking.
He would order her. He would command her to do the things he enjoyed and this would give her the pleasure lacking in her humdrum life.
Tanya sighed and struggled a little more with the impaling spike of Charlie's cock inside her pussy. No matter what she did would pleasure the man. He was a zero in the equation of life. But she needed all him. Rather, she needed his cock inside her. Masturbating was a thrill and she never failed to get her rocks off doing it but it wasn't the kind of involvement she wanted. She was a woman who needed a man.
A real man.
"Fuck me good, Charlie," she sobbed out, her emotions washing over her. But in spite of the arousal she felt inside, she also knew something was missing. But Charlie might – just might – provide it for her this time. Maybe he would take over. Order her around. Maybe even slap her. Maybe this was the time he would become the type of man she desired most and never found.
Maybe.
Tanya didn't count on it. She lifted her legs on either side of the man's body and shoved them out as straight and fast as she could. The impact of her snatch against the man's crotch sent his prick another inch up into her seething hot cunt. She shuddered under the impact.
"Fuck me hard! Be brutal!" she sobbed out. "I want you to be as savage to me as you can!"
He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, just the thing she didn't want. The motion of the waterbed under her ass helped arouse her, but what she desired most was for Charlie to really take command. She locked her legs behind his back and pulled his crotch into hers.
His cock ground fiercely into her pussy but it wasn't the same. She was the one doing the work, not him. She wanted to be used, abused, reduced to a quivering blob of protoplasm and then built back up by the power of the man's personality, the promise of his cock. This type of lovemaking was all right for satisfying her physical needs but it did nothing for the psychological needs begging for fulfillment.
"You're so beautiful," the man said, his motion deliberate, slow. He gazed down at her midnight black hair and her pale skin, which glowed with an inner light. He knew that it would glow even more after he'd finished fucking her. She would burn like an incandescent bulb, the sure sign that the fucking had been the best ever.
He bent forward and applied his mouth to her ample tits. The naked mounds of titflesh bobbed on her chest, as much from the movement of the waterbed as from her tortured, heavy breathing. She came the instant his lips touched one of those rigid, throbbing, hard little nipples. It was everything he could do, to keep his prick inside her.
"Hurt me, Charlie. Use me!"
"Hey, cool it," he said, wondering at the strange turn the fucking always took. "I'm not going to hurt you. You've get nothing to be afraid of."
"Rape me, dammit. Use me. Take me hard."
"Fuck me like I'm some whore, a bitch you hate!"
"I love you," he said earnestly, continuing to suckle at her nipple. The hard nubbin of erect flesh pounded eagerly against his tongue. He shoved the pebble of nipple down into the softness of the marshmallowy flesh below. The feel of the woman's heart beating fiercely aroused him even more.
"Fuck hard. Rip me apart with your cock. Burn me up inside. Hurt me, damn you, hurt meeeeee!"
She came. The orgasm smashed through her and gave momentary release from the world. She soared on the wings of ecstasy and then drifted down to the world again. It hadn't changed. Everything remained the same. Charlie's cock still moved sluggishly inside her cunt when she needed it to fly. The man's mouth still licked and kissed her tits when she wanted him biting her, raising blood and making her entire body feel intense pain.
She needed those things. And she didn't get them.
Tanya tried to relax and just go with the flow of the fucking. She knew that Charlie wasn't capable of the lovemaking she needed. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like with a real man.
The feel of the cock inside her became more heated. A man hung like a bull elephant would fuck her, tearing her tender flesh apart. He would rape her, shaving his cock into her dry cunt. But she would respond. She was forced to respond to his brutal overtures. Her cunt juices would begin to flood out and her arousal would grow – but she would feel nothing but fear. The man was so large! One false move on her part and he would rip her apart all the way to her chin!
And the mouth on her tits. It wasn't a kind, tender and loving mouth. It was a mouth filled with sharp fangs. Those teeth would savage her snowy-white tits and leave ugly red streaks behind. And she would struggle to shove her tit even more fully into his mouth to get the full benefit of that brutal tonguing.
She lifted up off the waterbed, her chest surging forward. For a heavenly instant, pain ripped into her chest. The man's teeth gouged into her silky white flesh. And the pain exploded in her body like an atomic bomb.
She came harder than before. Her hips ground hard against the man's crotch, sucking the prick even deeper into her pussy and tightening like a hangman's noose around it.
"God," he grunted, "you're gonna break me off inside if you keep doing that. But don't stop. I love it!"
She didn't hear him. The blood pounded like the ocean's surf in her temples. Her ears were filled with nothing but the roar of her own pulse. The blood flushed her face and upper shoulders as another come stalked her tender body.
He fucked faster. She tried to make him speed up even more. The feel of another, larger come lurked in the woman's loins. She needed that sexual release like a flower needs water.
"More!" she screamed. "Rape me. Use me. Fuck me gooooood!"
The come wasn't the intense one she had thought it would, be. The way he fucked her prevented it. She needed all-out fucking. No holding back. She needed the friction of cockhead against cunt wall burning her to a crisp. She needed it all and she wasn't getting it.
The woman's fingernails clawed at the man's back, leaving bloody trails. She hardly knew she did it. But it was a good to him to fuck her more. And he did speed up the tempo of his fucking.
The lewd squishing noise of his prick racing up into her excited, seething hot cunt came to her. She could feel every single inch of his virile cock filling her. The juice leaked out around the thick plug of his cock and dribbled down the crack of her ass. It tickled and aroused her, but she didn't want arousal like this.
Pain.
She needed pain to get off in the way she knew she could. His cock didn't hurt as it slipped easily in and out of her pussy. His mouth didn't give her the sweet, savage release of orgasm as he tongued her tits. That tongue raced around in tiny circles, drawing up the red finger that was her nipple until it throbbed with too much blood inside. But that wasn't pain.
"Bite me! Bite my nipple!" she shrieked, her body going out of control again. She hunched up to his prick and slammed her cunt lips around his cock so hard she hoped she bruised them. The pain might be enough to get her off later on.
But no such thing happened. The man slowed down the break-neck fucking he had started and corkscrewed gently into her cunt. It aroused her. The feel of his hot and hard flesh against her cunt walls turned her on in a big way. But she knew that she was being robbed. He wasn't giving her what she wanted more than anything else in the world.
"Hurt me, hurt me, hurt meeeeeee!"
He tried to devour her entire jug. His teeth scored the sides of the sloping cone of titflesh but even this wasn't enough – and it came too late. She shuddered and tried to get the full measure of enjoyment from it and failed.
She limply collapsed back to the bed and opened her blue eyes to stare up at the sweaty, straining man.
The sight of his face told her he still hadn't gotten off. She couldn't have known because of her own arousal. Her body was all that mattered. She felt his long, pulsating cock sink repeatedly into her pussy but there wasn't the thrill in the fucking that she'd felt before. He had failed her.
She decided to get out of this fucking the best she could. She might enjoy a little more of it but she doubted it. The only way of ending it was to get the man off as fast as possible.
With cold, deliberate planning, the woman began tightening the muscles in her belly and cunt. The man grunted.
"Like fucking into a mine shaft – and having the tunnel collapse on you," he puffed. "It's great!"
He pulled out of her with some difficulty. She clutched wildly at his prick with her torturing cunt walls. She would have held him inside her body permanently except for the slipperiness of her cunt juices. He pulled free with a lewd smacking noise and paused for a moment between the pink fluttering flaps of her inner pussy lips.
"I love you, Tanya, I love you more than life itself. Your cunt's just the right size for my cock!" He drove his prick in again and the woman thought she might be able to recover a small measure of her arousal then. She felt his control slipping away from him as his hips took over. The wild, frantic fucking of a man just about to come burned hotly in her cunt. His cock surged and roared and pumped into her cunt and made her groan with pleasure.
"Rape me. Really rape me," she moaned, trying to recapture the feeling she'd had before. "Hit me. Tie me down, but rape me. Fuck my cunt with your raping cock!"
She allowed the motion of the waterbed to carry her along. It slapped hard at her ass and back and shoulders through the thin plastic of the bag. But the motion was always just a little out of tune with the man's hard-fucking cock. It speeded up until she thought she was going to bet – finally – what she had been begging for all night.
But it didn't work that way. Charlie slowed down and controlled himself, saying to her, "I want this to last all night if possible. I don't ever want to leave the hot sheath of your pussy."
"No, no, no," she cried out, beginning to feel the salty, hot tears pouring down her cheeks. "I want more! I want you to fuck me, really fuck me. Twain you to rip me apart inside. Make me hurt. I want to feel it, damn you, really and truly feel your cock!"
"You will," he solemnly assured her.
He began fucking with well-paced strokes until she thought she would lose her mind, not from the wild passions the fucking caused in her loins but because of their lack. She wasn't frigid. She just needed a different type of fucking to get off in as big a way as possible. And nothing she said seemed to have any effect on the man. He was going to fuck her as if she were a piece of fragile porcelain and that was that.
Another woman could have come hard from the feel of his prick pressing so powerfully against her cunt walls. The thickness of his prick kept her writhing about, moaning and demanding more. Not once did he let her cool off totally. But never did he shove her over the edge of orgasm, either.
"Here it comes," he grunted, raising himself up on his hands to get a different angle of entry into her sucking, seething cunt.
He blasted into her so hard it rattled her teeth. She closed her eyes and imagined herself staked out in the middle of a burning desert, being raped by marauding Indians. She was tied and helpless, unable to prevent the rape. She felt the flaming-hot cock race all the way up her fuck tunnel again. She felt the sexual tensions mounting in her belly.
And then he came. His prick spewed out the white hot load of come and he spurted repeatedly. But she couldn't get off on that. It wasn't the brutal, savage fucking she needed.
Cheated, she simply lay under him until he had pumped the last of his jism from his balls. He smiled and said, "It was great. But with you, Tanya, it always is."
"It's always the same," she said in a dull voice.
"Always great!" enthused Charlie, rolling off her and stroking his hand over her heaving belly. He seemed more animated now than when he was fucking her, she thought glumly.
"Are we going to the party or not?"
"We've got time. All night long, in fact. Those damn things tend to last until the wee hours of the morning."
"Let's go now," she said, rolling out of the bed and getting her feet under her. When she started going with Charlie, the prospect of a waterbed had seemed great to her. Now it was only another annoyance.
Getting out was a problem. And the fucking she never-quite-enjoyed before getting out had gotten to be a real drag, too. She silently dressed, knowing the man's eyes drank in every, line of her trim young body and hating him for not realizing what would really turn her on.