As he clamped down on her turgid nipples, she came again.
Fireworks blasted through her body, caused her to arch her spine until she was certain it would break. All that happened was the added motion of the cock inside her continued stimulating far past the point where she'd have thought possible.
"Up and down we go!" he said. His sure hands still gripped her knockers in a firm grasp. There was no way he was going to turn her loose now. Not for a few minutes. Not until he came.
He forced the mounds of tit flesh upward. She groaned and followed the direction. It took her off his prick. Then he pulled her down around his cock. Back, and forth he worked her body. She was a puppet being manipulated by him.
It excited her. He was using her. He was making her do his bidding. It wasn't rape, but it was… exciting!
She thrilled to the way he was playing with her body. She leaned back as far as she could making certain his cock was bending with her. Then she began pumping her hips.
He let out a loud moan. She knew she was giving him the ultimate in fucking. Cock bent at a new and delightfully different angle, her hot cunt clinging to his prick, her hips stirring his lusts, how could she fail?
She succeeded.
His cock began blasting out its creamy load into her yearning twat. Letting him guide her up and down, hands on her ballooning tits, she fucked wildly.
"GO, baby, go, go, GO!"
There was no stopping her now. She felt the urges mounting once more in her own body. Each fountaining spurt of jism into her twat was like acid touching a raw nerve. She quivered in reaction. It was too much for her to bear.
She came.
As her cunt convulsed again, she felt the ripply walls squeezing don hard on his cock. She was milking him dry of every precious drop of cum.
Body covered with sweat, she collapsed forward and off his already drooping prick.
Side by side, they lay, locked in each other's arms.
"You're great, darling," Carl said. "Just simply great…"
"I'm glad you liked it – me too. Tonight's so different. I can't put it into words, what's happened. Maybe tomorrow. But you're good therapy for me. You and your cock."
She fell asleep with him stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks and forehead. But her dreams were more violent. She felt a male bludgeon smashing into her cunt, raping her, making her do things she hated… desired with all her soul.
It was a long night.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Wake up, Lisa. Wake up!" Carl said, shaking her.
She awoke in a flash. Her nightmares had been evil. She must have been screaming for him to prod her awake like that. Her heart was hammering wildly and she was drenched in sweat.
"You were having a nightmare. You okay?"
She heard concern in his voice. She reached out and touched his lips. She gently traced the outline of them, then stroked down his neck and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm fine. It just got to me a little, I guess. Not every day a gal gets raped, you know."
"I know," he said softly. He wondered what else lurked behind that seemingly innocent comment. She was having nightmares, that was to be expected. But he could sense something else in her words. Had she actually enjoyed the rape? It hardly seemed possible.
Whatever it was, he could detect a hell of a lot of guilt and something deeply suppressed.
"Wow, it's spooky thinking about last night. It seems like a million years ago – and only a second ago. Time's all jumbled up in my head."
"Is that all that's mixed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. You just sound, well, you sound wistful. You make it out to be a rotten experience, sure, but you're also making me think you want to be raped again."
Lisa wasn't sure how close Carl had come to the truth. Damned close, she was afraid. She just didn't understand this side of herself so how could she explain it to him?
"I'll live."
"Sure you will. And I've got something to ask you. This is a rotten time, I know, but I've got to."
"So, shoot. What is it, darling?"
"I finally got that job with Petrox Overseas Oil."
"Oh, Carl, that's marvelous!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. He'd been chewing his fingernails over his high-paying job for months.
"There's, more. I've got to leave the country. I'm going to be in the North Sea on one of the oil rigs there."
"Y-you won't be here?" Suddenly, she felt abandoned.
"Nope. But you can come with me. I want you to marry me, Lisa. I know it's lousy timing after last night, but the company's shipping me out at midnight. We can just barely get things started. Maybe get married in Scotland, then go on a short honeymoon. How's an old castle sound to you? Maybe a bit drafty, but I've got a perfect cure for that."
He pulled her close and kissed her to show what the cure was.
She tensed for a moment. Lisa didn't want to lose Carl. She liked him, she liked him a lot. But marry him? Somehow, it had never entered her mind. He was good in bed, was well-built and now he had a high-paying job as well.
But marriage?
"Uh, look, Carl. This is too sudden. I just can't make a decision like this."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to, Lisa. But I'll give you some time to think it over. While we take a shower. You're all sweaty and so am I. Let's go work up a real lather!"
They raced to the shower. It wasn't much of a race because Carl let Lisa get in front of him. He loved watching the way her ass wiggled when she ran. It was a cute little circular movement, tantalizing, promising so very much in the way of arousal.
Laughing, she turned on the shower, felt the temperature and adjusted the knobs until it was just right. Then Carl scooped her up in his arms and they both tumbled into the tiny stall.
With the water cascading around them, they [missing text].
The feel of the water stung her smooth skin. She felt every little drop of the hot water as if it were a needle digging into her flesh. And it made her come totally alive. She could forget the world and all the nasty things in it.
All that mattered was the man's lips on hers.
She gripped his body close to her passionately. Her tits flattened against his chest as they hugged one another. Their kiss deepened and tongues began flittering back and forth between their mouths.
Everything was perfect.
She slid her hand up and down the man's back, now slick with the water. When she found the rounded curve of his buttocks, she knew she'd discovered something potentially arousing for both of them.
Her slim fingers dove into the deep crevice between his tightly muscled ass cheeks. Then she stabbed her finger down on the hard ring of muscle that was his ass hole.
He gasped, his tongue pressing hard against hers. She refused to let his mouth escape her. She wanted stimulation all over her body. One little part missed and all this was for nothing.
Her tits were beginning to throb with lust. The nipples were pumping into marble-like rocks of obvious arousal. His mouth on hers kept her tongue fully occupied.
And the hands cupping his as were squeezing gently to let him know how much she needed him.
When her finger worked its way up into his asshole, he gasped. Pulling his mouth from hers, he said, "What you doing back there? Whatever you've got in mind, keep it up!"
"That's your department, darling," she said, hand running down between them. There was no doubt he was keeping it up. His cock had risen to full erection and was jerking with vitality. The water beaded on it to run down into his thick bush.
She wished she could see it. Her hand would have to give her the full message of everything happening to his body. But it was more than equal to the task. Her finger on his prostate gland proved to be a source of complete stimulation for him.