As she screamed, she felt his prick expand, totally fill her insides. She could almost see the massive globs of cum burst from his nuts, throb up the underside of his shaft. As her cunt lips buzzed, her orgasm peaked again, causing her insides to become a vacuum.
"Now… God, now!" Richard cried out, freezing as the first of his molten cum blasted into her guts. He held himself there for a split second, then began pounding in and out with his full strength. "Screw… it… here! Unh… here! Fuck… way up… here!"
As the streams of volcanic like cum churned into her guts, Linda felt even more fantastic surges of ecstasy. It seemed as if they would never stop, that she would be writhing like this for the rest of her life.
Later, when her energies were spent, she fell back, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She kissed the side of Richard's neck and smiled.
"Let me tie you up," she whispered. "My turn."
"Me?" Richard chuckled. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't," Linda grinned. "Doesn't that make it exciting?"
"Well…" he began pulling away.
"Untie me, you bastard," Linda commanded playfully.
"OK," he said, doing as she asked.
When he was finished, he plopped down on the mattress and threw his arms and legs out.
"I've been waiting for this moment," Linda said, a dark look of hunger flashing in her eyes.
"Wha what are you going to do?" Richard asked suddenly. Was this an O'Henry ending? Had she led him to believe that she really cared, only to… God, he didn't want to think about it.
"Mmmmm, I guess I could do some of the things you did to me," Linda said, forcing coldness in her voice.
"Huh?" Richard said, licking his lips. He pulled against the bonds, but she had done too good a job.
She reached down and grasped the length of chain he had thrust up her asshole just a few hours before. Slowly, she let it swing back and forth.
"I could start you like a lawn mower," she whispered. She dropped the chain and picked up the pair of pliers. "Or maybe I could clamp your sweet nuts in these little jaws. Would you like that?"
"Don't… Linda," he began, hoping she wasn't serious.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Dish it out, but can't take it?"
"OK, I deserve it," the boy said, his voice just above a whisper.
Linda dropped the pliers with a dull, metallic clink and crawled onto the bed. She knelt between his muscular, hairy thighs and lowered her face to his crotch.
"I'll torture you another way," she murmured. "I'm going to lick and suck you all over. Hours and hours."
Richard should have been relieved, but he wasn't. As his body tightened with anticipation, he felt her swirling tongue move over his stomach. He jerked against the ropes.
"Don't!" he gasped. "Use the chain, or the pliers, but don't… do that…"
"Mmmmmmm, yes," Linda whispered.
She began a slow assault, covering every square inch of his body with her warm, searching tongue. She touched his armpits, his shoulders, ran her mouth over his legs, took each toe separately. And each time her moist lips brushed over his taut flesh, she felt him jerk with anguished pleasure.
"Do it," he begged over and over. "I… I can't stand it, baby. Suck me, fuck me, do… anything!"
Slowly, she lapped her mouth, over the end of his cock and gulped the full length of his shaft into the back of her throat. She had barely gotten to the wiry bristles at the base of his prick when his cockhead exploded, showering her tonsils with creamy warmth.
"Linda… God… Linda," the boy choked. "You're good. God… you're good!"
Linda bowed before him like he was some sort of God. She paid her homage with her lips, her mouth, her throat. Her fingers moved over his body, touched the ropes at his wrists, then brushed over his chest. She felt his heartbeat vibrate into her flesh.
"We were meant for each other," she whispered.
"It was bound to happen," Richard said, looking into her eyes.
"Bound… for pleasure," Linda said, touching his flesh.