She forgot all about the string noose.
As it clit into her neck, she fell back to the bed. And found her orgasm was still blasting through her. Never had a climax lasted so long. The cock was still swirling around like a berserk tornado in her pussy. It kept her passions pushed to the limits of her endurance.
And the pain – it merely added fuel to the flames of her lust. She hadn't thought of the pain as being sexy. It was now.
When her body finally refused to cum any longer, she gasped, "That was super. I never, oh, no, not again!"
He hadn't gotten off. His cock was still a rigid fucking tool and he meant to use it.
He started screwing her with long, hard strokes. Each one carried him just a little deeper into her cunt. The rocking of the bed from his activities was slicing the flesh from her ankles, making her shoulders scream out in abject pain.
And she enjoyed the hell out of it.
Each time he fucked hard into her, he touched her cervix. That deeply hidden little constriction in her cunt had never been touched before while a man fucked her. The woman's insides blazed in glory now.
She knew it wouldn't be long before another climax seized and shook her body. Trying to figure out what all was happening to her was nearly impossible so she leaned back and tried to ride the winds of passion blowing through her.
The pain of her wrists and ankles was excruciating. The thrill of his cock drilling so expertly into her cunt offset this. The waves of warmth radiating from her belly filled her entire body. It was like being cast in warm, flowing love.
She wanted more and she got it.
His hands began working on her body as he fucked back and forth like a mighty machine. Her tits were properly stimulated, then he moved lower. He pressed firmly against her belly as he shoved himself full length into her twat.
The pressure he exerted on her pubic bone caused her cunt walls to collapse. It suddenly felt as if her twat had a shrunk in size. Both of them had to gasp in reaction.
She was filled to overflowing with cock. His cock was too huge for her now. And when he moved slightly, the friction generated enough erotic heat to burn her nerves. She might have been seared with a sensual acid all over her lithe body.
Cunt juice oozed down the inside of her asscheek and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she came again.
He seemed to sense the same thing. His hips flew like a battering ram. Hard, quick strokes made his cock vanish into her cunt. His prick pulled free only to vanish again. And again. He fucked with all the power in his body.
Hips took control. The fucking grew frantic, uncontrolled. When his cock blew up and spewed forth its white hot cum, he didn't notice she was also cuming.
Together, they rocked and soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy. Never had the woman experienced such an intense cum. Her orgasm seized her and tossed her high in the air. Fiery fingers clawed at her senses, ice cubes rubbed her limbs. So many conflicting emotions and sensations smashed through her she was lost in a sensual wonderland of lust.
Panting heavily, she gasped out, "I never thought it could be that good, Steve. Never!"
"Me, either. I gotta admit, that was one hell of a fine fucking. Your sweet little pussy damned near crushed my cock flat when you climaxed."
"Yeah," site sighed.
"Better get you untied. But didn't that really add to it?"
She felt his lingers fumbling at hard knots. Finally, he swore and went to get his pocket knife. He had to clit off the string binding her legs and wrists.
The returning circulation was as painful as anything she'd endured up to this moment.
"It sure did. I was scared shitless a couple times. I didn't know just what you would do to me. And when you did begin fucking, wow! It was like my entire head blew apart. Atomic bomb time."
"Volcano time for me," he added.
"Yeah," she sighed again. Her arms reached out and found his muscular body. She pulled him close, comfortingly close. It was so nice to be loved by a man like her brother.
One thing bothered her, though. How could he top this last round of lovemaking? It hardly seemed possible.
But if she knew Steve, he'd find something.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"How do you like him, Lisa? I got him at the pet store. The owner told me he'd make a damn fine watch dog. I was thinking you might go to school and get him trained as a seeing eye dog, too."
The puppy frolicked around her feet. The woman was overjoyed with her brother's gift.
"You shouldn't have, Steve. The little devil's so cuddly! Tell me, what's he look like?"
"Oh, just about like any other German Shepherd. Fuzzy with a big muzzle. Feet are too big for his body. Right now, at least. And you can probably feel that tail waning itself to a frazzle."
She could. The dog was like a fresh wind through her life. The past weeks with Steve had been great. Somehow he had managed to keep her sexually aroused in a wide variety of ways. When he told her he was going to have to get back on the road for his job, a black chasm had opened under her.
The dog would help keep her from being lonely while Steve was gone.
"What you going to name him? Not something like Duke or Spot, I hope."
"Nope! I was thinking of something appropriate like Shithead. But if I yelled out the door, 'Hey, Shithead!' I'd get half the neighborhood coming around. So, how does Fuzzy sound? You said he was a real fuzzball…"
"For now. When he grows up, he'll just be shaggy. But okay, he's your dog, Sis. Fuzzy it is. Now put the dog out and let's you and me have a little going away party. It's going to be a good three weeks before I get back, you remember."
"I know." She didn't want him to leave, but it was the job. She knew that even if she didn't like it. But the thought of screwing around with Steve set her heart to pounding. Their lovemaking had gotten to be the only thing she lived for.
He had been so right about her needing a man's strong hand to command her. He had been more than right – she didn't need it some of the time but all the time. Without the abuse, she couldn't experience the gigantic cums she had had.
And he was so inventive!
He always managed to come up with something new and totally outrageous. Most of all, Lisa liked being tied up, then fucked. But even this could get dull. Steve made sure it didn't.
Just as she was entering the bedroom, strong hands gabbed her and shoved her to the bed. Rope whipped through the air and lashed around her wrists, tying one hand to the right side of the bed and the left to the other. She was completely helpless in this position, especially when she felt his heavy weight crushing down on her belly.
He was straddling her waist. "You don't need that blouse."
He ripped it off. Her bra followed. She hadn't been wearing one until she found out Steve enjoyed ripping them off. And, in its awn symbolic way, she was even more excited by this act than some other things he could do to her.
Naked to the waist, her arms pulled apart and tied to the bed, she was completely at his mercy.
And loving it!
"I was thinking of fucking that slimy cunt of yours. I've changed my mind. It's not good enough. But these are!" His hands stroked up and down the satiny slopes of her tits.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck your tits. Your lovely, wonderful looking knockers are going to receive the blessing of my prick!"
She gasped as he leaned forward. He gripped one of her boobs in each band and, as his weight came forward, he pushed hard. The nipples of her tits touched each other.
He began working the turgid nipples against one another. The tiny lances of joy leaping from her chest magnified. His fingers stroked all around her coppery areolas. Leaving burning streaks of her flesh wherever he gripped, he made certain that a tiny passage was left between the mounds of tit flesh.