Butch was shorter than his brother, stockier and more powerfully built. His bulging muscles were thick ribbons of strength, as if they had been etched on an athletic frame. Yet, for all his animal appeal, he was more gentle, slower in his actions. Whereas Johnny was like a panther about to strike, Butch was a bear, hugging his prey with a strong embrace.
Although she hadn't seen his cock, Ann could feel the hard, sculptured contour. The thick, round prick head was as large as a tennis ball. Just the thought of his dick made her throat ache. She dug her nails into his back, sliding them downward to the valley of his asshole. Never before had she wanted so much to totally devour a person. She pressed her fingertips against the tiny opening of his shitter. The touch sent electric jolts of pleasure up her arms, spreading across her shoulders.
"Oh God," she moaned. "I want to suck your dick so bad! Will you let me eat your cum after you fuck me?"
"Nope," Butch said simply.
"Why not!" Ann begged. "I want it!"
"I don't care," Butch answered. "When I get myself a nice, hot piece of cunt, I stay right there!"
"Wouldn't you like to jam your prick in a starving throat?" Ann whispered.
"Not when I have such a delicious, tight pussy," Butch said. "No mouth could be this nice!"
"Please?" Ann said, the fire in her throat exploding in sucking throbs. "Please?"
"Hold on, lady," Butch said, pushing forward. "My department is fucking. And a good fucking you'll get!"
Accustomed to Johnny and Matt with their powerful, lunging strokes, Ann found Butch's slow, calculated fucking hard to take. Like a feather sweeping up and down her spine, his in-and-out motions gave her more irritation than pleasure. She tried to push him off, to climb on and ride his cock to satisfy her hunger. He held her down forcefully.
"Don't!" she said again, trying to push him away.
"Don't what?" Butch asked, nuzzling his lips against her neck.
"Don't do this to me!" Ann said, her voice raw.
"Don't fuck you?"
"Oh God, that's just it!" she said. "Don't torture me! I want you to slam it in hard. Goddamnit, hard!!"
"You can take it my way, or no way at all," Butch said. "I fuck to please me. No one else."
"You're going to regret this," Ann said, feeling her cunt become a boiling cauldron of desire. "I'll pay you back!"
"I hope you do," Butch said, his moves as maddeningly slow as ever.
Ann felt her body jolt with anguish. She cried out, more in pain than pleasure.
"God! Oh, Jesus! Will you please fuck me!"
"I'm doing just that," Butch said, chewing delicately on the hollow of her throat. "I'm fucking you. What else could you want?"
"You bastard!" Ann said. "You fucking bastard!"
She tried to enjoy his slow, tantalizing assault. She gasped wetly against his shoulder as he thrust his prick in and out of her pussy, his massive hands holding her writhing body against the bed. Each time the monstrous shaft dug into her steaming pussy muscles, she constricted violently, trying to suck it deeply into her guts. Each time he pulled out and stopped all movement, he would slowly – ever so slowly – slip his prick back in.
"Relax, baby, just relax," Butch whispered.
With grim determination, Ann managed somehow to regain a superficial level of control. She bit her lower lip until she tasted the warm salty flavor of blood.
After what seemed an eternity, Butch stabbed into her pussy with a deliberate thrust, emptying a thick, gushing load of hot, creamy sperm. He pressed his full weight down on her body, stopping all movement.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned a few seconds later. "Just the way I like it!"
A malicious smile formed on. Ann's lips when she heard his rhythmic breathing.
"Butch?" she whispered. There was no answer. "Butch?" she asked again.
She gently pushed his sleeping form away, then looked at him as he lay there sleeping like a baby.
She gave a quick glance around the room, then crawled off the bed and walked to the closet. She grabbed a fistful of ties, then walked quietly back over to the bed. She attached four ties to the brass posters of the bed, then gently tied them to his hands and feet. Nodding with approval, she crept between his legs and lowered her face to his crotch.
The cum-smeared shaft was warm, hard and inviting. She held it reverently in her hands and began licking up and down the thick underside.
"Huh?" Butch said, slowly awakening. He looked down at Ann and smiled. "You ready for some more?" he asked, trying to grab her. "Hey! What the fuck!" he said, noticing the bonds on his hands and feet.
"Now you're going to get it the way I like it," Ann said, gently licking the throbbing tip of his prick.
Butch rolled his eyes and, shook his head. "This is like a dirty movie! A bad, dirty movie!"
"Let me see if I can make it a good one," Ann said huskily, her lips encircling the tender cockhead.
Butch winced as if he had been jabbed with a needle. "I don't like that!" he said. "My dick is too sensitive!"
"As they say in Russia, Tough Shitsky," Ann said, removing her mouth, then clamping it back around the gigantic mass of meat.
Butch's eyes widened in pain. He flinched his body, causing his muscles to pop out like ribbons of nylon rope. He jammed his ass against the bed to pull his prick out of her mouth, but Ann held on tightly.
"You fucking cunt!" he growled. "Untie me!" He pulled against the ties, but only succeeded in tightening the knots. "Goddamnit, untie me!"
The memory of his tantalizing fucking shot into her mind. Not for rubies would she untie him! This little prick was going to get a taste of his own medicine! And while he's getting his taste, Ann thought with a shiver, I'll get mine too!
She pulled his dick out of her mouth and pressed the hard, throbbing cockhead against her nose. She ran her tongue under his acrid-tasting foreskin, lapping the savory juices. Slowly she squeezed her fingers down his cockshaft, stretching and pulling on the loose flesh, until she gripped the base of his dick. She lowered her thumbs, nuzzling them against his hairy, round balls.
"Oh!" Butch wheezed. "I can't take it!"
Ann flicked her tongue out like a snake, lowering her mouth down the long, pulsating shaft. She opened her lips wide, sucking in both his nuts. When she did this, she felt his thighs grow rock-hard, pressing against her cheeks, as if he were frying to choke her.
"Oh God!" he groaned. "Jesus Fucking God!"
Ann could feel his balls rumble with a desperate, boiling load of hot cum. As she ground her nose against the base of his dick, she could already feel the gentle spasms as the center of his cock pulsated, ready to accommodate the gushing wads of jism that were to blow upward any second.
"Christ, suck it and get it over!" Butch yelled out. "Ram it in your mouth!"
Ann thoroughly washed his balls with her hungry tongue before doing what he asked. She opened her mouth as slowly as possible, letting them slip out, brushing against her chin. She took a deep breath, then licked back upward.
When her mouth engulfed the end of his prick, he immediately cried out with release. Monstrous, painful globs of sperm stung upward, boiling into Ann's eager mouth.
Ann sucked like she had never sucked before. The thick masses of hot cum were slapping into the back of her throat like a waterfall. She didn't think it was possible for there to be so much, and still more was filling her mouth every second. She gulped furiously. Wads of sperm shot upward, then flowed out her nose.
"Stop! Oh God, stop!" Butch mouthed with a gasp. "You're killing me!"
Ann began jacking his prick up and down, emptying his balls with increasing pressure. As she did this, she bobbed her head up and down until it was a blur, trying to gobble his dick.
When she had finished sucking every delicious drop into her throat, Ann pulled away and began washing his balls, his cock, and his stomach.
"You've had your fun, now untie me!" Butch said, his breathing irregular and forced.
"What are you going to do when I untie you?" Ann asked.
"I'm going to knock the shit out of you!" Butch answered without thinking.
Ann looked up and grinned. "Then it would be rather foolish of me to untie you then, wouldn't it?"
"I won't! I promise I won't!" Butch said quickly.
"Promises are made to be broken, and I think you'd probably break my neck too. So, no go."
Butch exhaled, the expression in his eyes like a man suddenly realizing that he was condemned to death.
"You… you're not going to do it again, are you?" he asked.
"Not right away," Ann answered, pulling away from his crotch. She straddled his waist, grinding her cunt opening against the underside of his cockshaft. "Right now, I'm going to fuck you! Just like you fucked me!"
She grasped his cock and shoved it deeply into her steaming, hungry pussy. She moaned with obvious pleasure as the thick, hard tube of meat pressed into her cunt. She dug her nails into his chest and lowered her face to his neck.
"Get ready, you bastard," she whispered, biting his skin savagely.
If her blowjob had been torture, her slow, steady fucking moves were even more intense.
After only a few moments, Butch was pale and shaken, his face contorted in anguish.
Ann soon, however, lost all interest in teasing him. Her pussy began to burn and grind, begging for release. She began slamming her body up and down, slapping her ass against his thighs with each downward stroke, digging the full length of his cock deeply into her guts.
"Oh!" she cried suddenly as the first, exploding ripple of climax jabbed into the base of her spine, spasming forward and up the tunnel of her cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she began chanting violently, her voice matching the thuds of hot orgasm thundering closer to her cunt lips.
She squeezed his cock with all her strength, wrapping his throbbing meat in a slick, pulsating blanket of warmth. As the pleasure of her climax increased, she began bouncing up and down furiously as if trying to force his entire body into her cunt.
When the pinnacle of her desire was reached, her pussy was suddenly bathed in a delicious, soothing river of cum. Huge gushes of jism poured into her cunt, then squirted backward, oozing onto Butch's nuts.
Pain, for Butch, had immediately become intense, driving pleasure. He jutted his hips upward violently, thrusting his exploding cockhead into Ann's pussy. He gave a low, wincing growl that soon turned into a high, piercing yell, like a wounded animal.
As the last glob of his sperm splattered deeply into her guts, he relaxed. He closed his eyes, unable to believe what had just happened. He opened his mouth to speak, but he realized that he didn't even have the energy to talk.
Ann pulled away from his spent cock and knelt between his legs. She began gathering the oozing juices inside her pussy, smearing them around on his prick and balls. Then she began slowly licking the thick drops with her eager tongue.
"Mmmmmmm!" she gurgled, feeling the creamy masses of sperm slake her burning throat. "Mmmmmmm!"
Butch opened his eyes and looked down at her, his expression now showing lust and admiration. He squirmed his ass around on the bed, flopping his softening prick against her cheeks and forehead. "Suck it," he murmured. "Oh God, suck it like you did before!"
"I thought you didn't want me to," Ann said, stroking the underside of his shaft.
"Well, I do now!" he stammered.
Ann hungrily gobbled his dick into her mouth.
She felt it swell and grow longer, and began sucking up and down with swift, eager strokes until it was hard as steel.
"God, that's nice!" he moaned, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. "Suck it good!"
Ann began sucking and licking at a furious pace, jabbing his cockhead against her tonsils. Already she could feel the base of his prick begin to jerk with spasms.
"Oh God! Suck it!" Butch wailed. "I'm almost there!"
Although his cockhead throbbed with intense pleasure, only a small trickle of sperm jerked out of his prick which Ann lustily drank down.
As the greasy fluid drained into her stomach she felt her cunt constrict with flaming desire.
Spasms of orgasm shot up and down the length of her pussy tunnel with such force that her mind became oblivious to everything except the delicious throbbing, sucking warmth in her guts. After her climax had settled to a dull, sweet throb, she pulled her mouth off his cock, allowing it to slip wetly across her chin. It flopped on Butch's stomach with a noisy slap.
"I'll see you later," she said, crawling off the bed.
"Hey, when can I see you again?" Butch said, watching her get dressed.
"You go to school?" Ann asked, buttoning her blouse.
"Naw, I quit," Butch said, shrugging his shoulders.
"You start back tomorrow. See you then."
"Hey, aren't you gonna untie me?" he said, trying to sit up.
"That's an easy question to answer. No."
"But what if my mother comes in?"
"Then she can untie you," Ann said, walking out of the room.
The telephone rang as she was walking out of the house. On impulse, she went back into the living room and lifted the receiver.
"Is Butch there?" the husky, feminine voice asked.
Ann couldn't resist.
"I'm sorry, but he can't come to the phone. He's all tied up."