He laughed again as he pushed gently. His enormous cockhead spread apart the lips of her cunt. He pushed gently and his cock fucked into heir cunt a little at a time. Finally, he gave one last hard shove and his cock fucked all the way inside her pussy.
"Yeah, baby," she moaned. "Oh yes, that's nice."
His cock filled her. His throbbing meat sent ripples of pleasure through her. She felt stretched and almost bruised but she was happy at the same time.
She started lifting her ass up off the ground. She wanted him to fuck her hard. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. He seemed content to let her feel how deep his prick was inside her pussy.
"It feels so damned good," she gasped. "Go ahead and fuck me. It feels so damned good!"
He finally started fucking her. He fucked her with long, deep fuck-thrusts that rocked her body. Her body seemed to tingle each time he rammed into her. He knew how to make her feel good.
"You're in so deep," she moaned. "That feels so fucking good. You're in my pussy so deep!"
His hands slid underneath her and he grabbed her ass hard. He lifted her up slightly and it seemed as if his cock might come out of her ass. His pulsating prick-knob seemed to get so deep that it stunned her. She stopped moving for a moment and her eyes popped open wide. He rubbed his hard chest against her tits.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned. "Oh yes, that's good. I like to be fucked like that."
She may have been going against everything she had been taught but that didn't matter. She loved it. She had never been fucked this good before.
"Shake that hot ass," Stan said. "I know you love it!"
She was doing her best to give him everything he wanted. She was lifting her ass as high as she could. Her pussy juices ran down her thighs every time she moved.
"You bitch," he moaned. "I bet you've never been fucked this way before."
He was giving it to her harder. His cock was trying to beat her ass into the ground. His fingers gripped her asscheeks as he seemed to be trying to drive deeper into her pussy with every fuck-stroke. She knew her cunt juices were soaking his cock but he didn't seem to care.
"I'm getting ready to come," she moaned. "I can feel it."
"Let it go, baby," he said. "Let it fucking go!"
The sweet pleasure was growing in her body. There were sensations in her pussy she'd never felt before. She had turned into a wild animal as she fucked him back as hard as she could. She couldn't even believe that it was her making those little gasping sounds of pleasure.
"Fuck me harder! I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm fucking coming. Oh, baby. That feels so good. Your big cock feels good. Oh fuck me, fuuuuuuck me!"
She screamed again as the spasms rocked her body. She had never come so violently before. A flood of fuck juice ran down the insides of her thighs. She completely relaxed as the last quick spasm shook her body.
She kept moving her ass. She kept lifting up for more of his powerful fuck-strokes. His cock was growing thicker inside her cunt. His cum dripped into her already wet pussy. She lifted up higher. She was moving her ass as fast as she could and she was getting his cock fucked even deeper into her wet cunt.
"Fill me up with it," she moaned. "I want to feel your cum. I want to feel all your hot jism!"
"You're going to feel it, bitch," he said.
"You're going to feel every fucking drop. Get ready for my cum-load bitch. Get fucking ready, you cuuuuuunt!"
He fucked her hard and deep and suddenly his prick seemed to explode cum inside her pussy. His cum shot into her cunt in thick wads. It seemed as if he shot gallons of jism. His cum was running out of the sides of her pussy and wetting her thighs. She kept moving her ass until she was sure her cunt walls had squeezed out every drop. Then she fell back on the blanket.
Suddenly there were bright lights flashing into her face and she had to shut her eyes to blot them out.
"All right, boy," a man's deep voice said. "Get the hell up and keep your hands in plain sight. I'd fucking like to blow your ass off – so don't give me any excuse!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bonnie knew Stan was afraid. She could feel him trembling. He got up slowly, and she could see the figures beyond the lights. They were dressed in uniforms and had weapons in their hands.
"Get up against the car, you asshole," the man said.
Stan was jerked around and pressed up against the car. She could see the big, burly officer clearly now. He was a huge, brutish looking man. Like Bob, except this man was more handsome. And this man had more of an animal look about him. She could see his partner clearly. He was much younger, tall and slender.
"I wasn't doing anything wrong," Stan said.
"The hell you weren't," the officer said. "You don't call chaining a woman up and raping her wrong? You punk. I ought to bust your ass!"
He was being rough as he put the handcuffs on Stan. Bonnie wanted to say something but she couldn't think of anything to say. Her mouth felt dry as she watched him push Stan into the back seat of the police car.
"Get a blanket and cover her up, Joe, while I call for an ambulance. She's probably had it pretty rough."
"I didn't rape her," Stan said. "She's my aunt. She wanted this. She wanted it."
"You bastard!" the officer said.
He grabbed Stan and started slapping him. There was blood on Stan's face. The other officer stepped hi and tried to calm his partner. He slapped Joe away.
"Eddie, get hold of yourself," Joe pleaded. "I can't stand rapists," Eddie said. "Sick little bastards."
He kept hitting Stan and Bonnie was afraid he was going to hurt him. Bonnie knew she couldn't let that happen. So what if Stan had raped her? He was still family. Maybe it wasn't right, but she couldn't stand by and see him beaten.
"Stop," Bonnie called out.
The big policeman stopped hitting Stan. He turned back to look at Bonnie. There was a funny look in his eyes. It was a cross between hate and lust. He was trying not to look at her lush body but he couldn't seem to help it.
He's an animal in heat, she thought.
"Ask her," Stan said. "Ask her if it's not the truth. She likes being tied up."
"Is that true, lady?" Joe asked.
She was thinking quickly. She didn't actually like being tied up. She didn't like anything about it. But she knew what would happen if she complained. There would be an arrest, probably some kind of trial. The news media would have it. She would be ashamed to show her face.
"Well, lady?" Eddie asked. "The boy says you like being tied up and raped. Is it true?"
"Yes," she answered.
"I see," Eddie said.
She was ashamed of herself. She had never dreamed she would tell anyone anything like that. She could see the disgust and the excitement in the policemen's faces. Eddie moved first. He pulled Stan out of the car and unhooked the handcuffs.
"All right, boy," he said. "I could still arrest you for public lewdness, but I won't. You just get your clothes on and get the hell out of here."
"What about my aunt?" Stan asked.
"Don't you worry about your aunt. We'll see that she gets home all right."
"Don't leave me here, Stan," Bonnie pleaded.
"Shut up, bitch," Eddie said. "You heard me, shithead!"
Stan looked sheepish. He didn't want to leave her there but he didn't have any choice. He dressed quickly and got into his car. She thought it was her last chance of salvation as she watched his car vanish into the darkness.
She knew what was going to happen. The two officers were looking at her with obvious hunger. She shivered.
"Please let me go," she said.
"I thought you liked being tied up, baby," Eddie said. "Isn't that what you told me?"
"Are you really the boy's aunt?"
"Yes," she admitted.