"Shit, you're getting tighter," he grunted. "Tightest hole I ever plugged!" He fucked harder, faster, and with greater determination. She shuddered under every stroke. She couldn't stand the feelings racing up and down her spine. Her pussy frothed over with her cunt-juices. She was at if to brink of orgasm.
"You love getting your ass fucked, don't you?" he asked. But the way he said it told her he didn't want a reply. He was talking to hear the sound of his own voice. He was as lost in lust as she was.
Sandy tried to shake him off, but she couldn't escape his hard fucking prick, no matter which way she turned. The more she struggled, the more he fucked her. It was as if he could read her mind and anticipate her every movement. When the friction of his cock against her rectum had reached the point where she could no longer bear it, she shrieked and came.
It wasn't the hardest come she'd ever had, but it shook her to the core of her being. The orgasm smashed into her brain. All she knew was desire. Her cunt burned with its need for a prick in it. Her asshole had all the prick – and more – that it could stand. The friction from his butt-fucking echoed throughout her belly and set her on fire again.
She tried to get her hands free, but they were tightly fastened by the man's belt. She finally released herself to her desires. She began thrusting her ass back to meet every incoming stroke.
The woman felt sure he would rip her apart. It no longer mattered to her. All she cared about was the warm rush of climax throughout her body. It hit her again – a hot, wet fist of desire that seized her completely.
Shivering, shaking as if she were having a fit, she finally collapsed forward and away from his cock. His prick slipped from her asshole.
Lying face down in the dust, her face caked with drying mud, she turned and looked through the back veil of her hair. Paul stood over her, towering up to his full six-foot height.
Never had she hated a man more than in that instant. He had sparked desires inside her that she had spent a lifetime denying. No man could do that and get by with it!
CHAPTER SIX
For a long lime Sandy simply lay in the dust with Paul glaring down at her. Then she rolled onto one side and said, "Me you going to keep me tied up like this, you beast?"
Puffing hard at her bound hands convinced her that she couldn't possibly escape from the belt. The broad leather band cut into the flesh of her wrists in such a way that she couldn't work it loose. She would have to have Paul free her. And from the look on his face, he wasn't about to do a thing like that.
"I'll do any damned thing I please," he said in a cold voice. "I don't think I enjoyed butt-fucking you all that much."
"Sorry about that," she said, sarcastic as hell. "I didn't really have much of a chance to help you out now did I? If you'd approached me like you should, nice and polite, maybe it would have been different."
"No it wouldn't. You would have turned off on me at the first chance. I'll tell you exactly how you would have reacted. As soon as it looked like you were getting the hots for me, you'd have said no. You're a Goddamned cock-teaser and the only way to deal with the likes of you is to take what I want."
She managed to sit up. Her spanked ass hurt as it ground into the rough ground under her. She felt the dust lightly coat her still gooey cunt and it itched. The itchy feeling all over her cunt-lips was approaching the unbearable, but she had an idea to alleviate that. If it worked, she would be free of Paul.
"I… I feel a little faint. My circulation's not too good, even at the best of times and I… ohhhh!" And she weakly collapsed to her side, her tits heaving up and down in what she hoped was a sign of distress.
"Just what I need, a woman who faints," muttered Paul. He knelt down beside her and felt her pulse. Sandy didn't have to try and make her heart race. It came naturally. He finally reached behind her and undid the belt from around her wrists. Then he began massaging her wrists briskly to get the circulation back.
"I hope to hell this brings her round."
Sandy hit in the gut with a tightly-clenched fist.
The air left his lungs, more from the surprise pf the blow than from its strength. He fell down, his legs spread in front of him. The woman leaped to her feet and raced off along the shore of the lake. He shook the cobwebs from his dazed brain and ran after her. The blood pounded fiercely in his temples as he ran.
This was living!
He could see her naked ass gleaming ahead of him. Her lithe, trim legs flashed beautifully as she ran. His hard prick hurt him as it bounced around in front of his groin but it was worth the pain he felt. Soon he would sink his prick all the way up into her gooey cunt.
The exercise, the chase, the struggle made it exciting when he was within an arm's reach of the fleeing woman, he executed a perfect flying tackle. Tumbling to the ground together, they rolled into the lake.
The shock of the cold water made Paul lose his erection, but it was worth it. The chilly water made the woman's nipples spring firmly erect. Even through the thick material of the sweatshirt she wore, he could see her nipples responding to the cold.
"Got you now, you dumb cunt," he snarled. His arms locked around her trim body as he pulled her soggy sweatshirt off her body.
Her tits gleamed like pearls in the sunlight. The water gave them a sheen, a wet look that made his prick slowly stir again. The cold water almost kept his prick down, but the sight of the naked, struggling woman locked in his arms gave him the will to get it up again. In a few seconds, his boner had returned, even stiffer than before.
"I'm going to fuck you cross-eyed," he promised. "You shouldn't have tried to run away like that."
She fought silently. But her strength was sapped by the icy water. When she felt him floating upwards, between her legs, she tried kicking again. This only played into his hands. The woman found herself in such a position that his prick was only inches away from the puffy flaps of her cunt-lips.
"That's the ticket," he said. "Make it easy for me. I love it when you really fight." He floated upwards a bit before and felt his prick lightly caress her outer cunt-lips. They both gasped. He hadn't realized how hot and ready to fuck he was. His balls had collapsed into a bag under his prick, and the way those balls tumbled and churned told him the lead-heavy load of his jizz would soon spurt out if he didn't get to fucking.
The woman wondered at her own responses. She felt her cunt churning again. Her needs down deep inside had returned even more potent than before. She hated herself for responding to him in this fashion, but she couldn't hold her emotions in check. The nearness of his hard cock, the icy water, the chase itself had all taken their toll on her self-control.
"Please, what are you going to do to me?" She didn't want to sound as if she were begging him, but the icy water sucked the heat from her body and made her teeth chatter.
"I'm going to fuck you, as I said before." He moved his hands around her body and cupped her tits. The grip he used made it impossible for her to pull away. As long as she stayed in the water, the sensations entering her chest were pleasant, even stimulating. And she needed all the stimulation she could get to keep from freezing to death.
He stroked her tits and pressed his thumbs into the hard nubbins of her nipples. She closed her eyes and let the water support her full weight. She floated, weightless. The feelings coursing through her body were sheer heaven, a delight, more potent than anything she had ever dreamed possible of experiencing with a man.
He wound his thumbs hard into her nipples. He pressed them deep into her soft tits. She felt fire down deep into her chest and lungs. Nothing had ever aroused her so much before.
"Ummmm," she sighed. "So nice, the way you fondle my tits. I… I love it! Do it some more!"