Chapter 6
When Josh went to the bathroom and Angela to the kitchen for some wine, Pam quietly slipped out the door. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. She sat in the back seat, wound up as tight as a spring.
She realized that she was drawn up to a fever-pitch of sexual need and she didn't know who to blame for it. Them, or her? She needed violent sexual release, but she didn't know what to do about it.
What's come over me? she thought. Why won't it go away? I'm right back where I started from. I really am a nympho after all, just seething and boiling with it!
She thought briefly of going home and masturbating. But she quickly dismissed that. She had already done it, only minutes ago and it had solved nothing.
While she was turning all this over in her head, she caught the cab driver glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating her up with his eyes. He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and shaggy black hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist to it that intrigued Pam.
She suddenly knew there must be something about her he could smell. In some way, she must be advertising herself, like a bitch in heat! That embarrassed her. Still, she briefly entertained the idea of fucking him. He was a total stranger. Maybe that was just what she needed at a moment like this. Someone she would never see again. Someone she had never seen before, whom she could take home with her.
All the guilt, shame, betrayal and confusion she felt might be blasted out of her by taking this cab driver, with the vicious mouth, up to her apartment with her and inviting him to do anything he liked to her. Preferably something sweetly brutal, something tenderly cruel. The way Josh had screwed Angela in the ass.
Did that make sense? She didn't know. The mere thought made her shiver.
She glanced at the cabbie's eyes again in the mirror and knew she couldn't go through with it. For one thing, he was too handsome. She needed someone far more repulsive. Someone who would scour her clean of these crazy compulsions. Someone who could cleanse her of these consuming guilt's entirely. Someone who would take her to the very bottom and rub her face in the dirt, so that she might never have to go back there again.
Still, the way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark eyes riveted onto hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid they might have a wreck. She stared murkily back at him. Her eyes were saying to him: You can fuck me, if you want to. And she knew her body was saying it too.
Whenever he had to look at the road, she forced herself not to glance up at the license that was clipped to the visor. She didn't want to know his name. She wanted him to be totally anonymous. She also wanted him to make the first advance.
Finally, he pulled the cab up in front of her building and shut off the motor. They still had not spoken much to one another. Pam stared at him in the mirror, making no effort to get out. He turned his head and glared at her over his shoulder.
"Isn't this it?" he said.
He stared suggestively at her mouth, then at the loose tits that rose and fell, in her excitement, beneath her thin blouse. She had dressed in such a hurry when leaving Josh's and Angela's house that she had merely stuffed her bra in her purse.
She said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes again saying: Fuck me, fuck me, you can fuck me, you can fuck me.
"Isn't this it?" he repeated softly.
"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered.
She was half-angry at him for forcing her to begin it. His sarcastic mouth twisted into a grin of appraisal. His eyes drifted again down to the visible bumps her nipples made in the cloth of her thin blouse.
"That depends on where you want to go," he grinned, staring boldly at her tits.
"I want to go crazy," she whispered.
She shifted her shoulders slightly. The firm out-thrusting globes of her round boobs swayed beneath the cloth. The cabbie stared at them and bit the side of his tongue.
"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"
"I'll bet you can figure that out."
His eyes came back up to her face. They were menacing, slightly threatening, but still flickering with sarcasm.
"Why don't you tell me," he said.
He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment Pam winced with fear of him. What am I doing! a voice in her head asked over and over. But at the same time, his rough manner excited her.
"Because you already know," she said, terrified of herself, but unable to resist the excitement.
Suddenly, he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough fingers along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and filled with lust.
"But I want to hear it from you."
Pam's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against her cheek. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She glanced down at her shaking hands.
Still caressing her face, her chin, her forehead, running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"
Pam looked up from her nervous hands. She stared straight into his bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.
He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to her neck. Then it fell to her throat, down her chest, to the top buttons of her blouse. Quickly, he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly gazing at her eyes.
He slipped his hand under the cloth and clasped one of her tits, pulling at the swollen nipple with two rough fingers. Pam gasped.
"I can't take you anywhere," he said, fondling and squeezing her aching breast with his hand. "It's like kidnapping and rape, if you change your mind later."
"I won't," she breathed. She closed her eyes briefly and pushed her body forward, mashing her tingling tit into his hand.
"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building with his head.
"I have a roommate," she said.
His hands roamed curiously over her boobs. He squeezed and cupped them, pulling the long thick nipples, rolling them in his fingers. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, enjoying the wonderful feel of it. But she knew they couldn't just sit here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them.
"Maybe she's not home," he said.
Now Pam's nipples were erect and rubbery. He gently pinched each one, drawing new gasps of pleasure from her.
"Why don't you go up and check?" he suggested.
Pam bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh, god, she prayed, don't be home, Catherine! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check. And she was also seized by a small panic. What if he didn't stay, didn't wait for her to return?
"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"
"For you," he chuckled softly, "for you, I can do anything."
For some reason, the word "anything" made Pam's blood race and her cunt gush and throb. Oh, god! If Catherine was home, what would she do!
She waited while he parked the cab in a secluded spot. Then she took him upstairs with her to the apartment. They went inside.
Catherine was not home. On the coffee table was a note she had left. Pam's heart fluttered wildly as she read the note. Catherine had gone to the mountains for a skiing weekend. She would not be back until Monday.
Pam turned to the cab driver. "She ... she won't be back tonight," she whispered, her voice choked up with fear and excitement.
She didn't dare tell him how long Catherine would be gone. Somehow that would make her even more vulnerable to him. Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him both more attractive and more terrifying than she had earlier.
He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body. He had strong hairy forearms, with thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. His jaw was large and sharp. His dark eyes glittered now with obvious lust for her. Pam both wanted him and feared him. And the combination made her sizzle and smolder.
She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain and the bolt lock. She didn't want anything to interrupt this hot, upcoming fuck session. Somehow she had to be as secure as possible. She had no idea what she and the cab driver would get involved in. But she had a feeling it wouldn't be something she would like anyone else to know about.
She turned her face back to him, smiling nervously. He stood in the center of the room. His large rough hands hung loosely at his sides. He grinned at her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"It's ... Carol," she lied. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."
"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?"
"You could say that."
"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled softly.
"I ... I really don't know," Pam murmured. She did know, in a way. But she was far too shy, embarrassed and frightened at the moment to say it aloud.
"What ... would you like to do to me?" she asked, looking away from his eyes.
"Silly question."
"No ... I mean, besides that. I mean, how would you like to ... go about it?"
She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit into the fleshy part Of her thumb in order to gain control of herself. He cocked his head to one side. He seemed to be wondering how truly kinky she actually was. He pondered her question for a moment. Then he answered forthrightly.
"I'd like to tie you up."
Pam's heart thundered suddenly. Then it fluttered and throbbed rapidly. She tried to catch her breath.
"And then what?" she asked in a weak voice.
"Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry."
His voice was serious, even briefly tender. He stared at her a moment, as if to say that not everyone was as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy," he said, his eyes burning into her.
Jesus, god in heaven! Pam thought. She felt her blood beat with maddening intensity in her throat and hammer in her ears. It's all coming true! I couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth?
"How ... how do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.
"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.
"I don't know. Maybe you would."
Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a tinge of horror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him, no matter what. And that horrified her.
He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders.
"I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little-"
"No, no," Pam interrupted him eagerly. "You can ..."
She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life. She had never thought herself capable of it.
"You can ... tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt me."
He could see how frightened she was. He crossed the room to her and again put his rough calloused fingers softly on her cheek.
"Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise."
"Really?"
"Really."
He took her head in his strong hands and tilted her face up. He kissed her with a kind of raw authority that made her giddy with anticipation. While he was kissing her, he slid his hands down to her buttons again. Within seconds, he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded them firmly, cupping the full bouncy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing nipples.
He bit her neck gently. His mouth slid down the smooth flesh toward her shoulder. He sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Pam.
"Aaii!" she yelped. "Oh! Ooooohhh!"
He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest. He squeezed her boobs so hard that it hurt her. But she was growing so weak and dizzy with passion that she didn't care.
His chapped, rough lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. Waves of heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and squeezed them fiercely from underneath. He dug his fingers into the satiny round globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and sucked them between his teeth.
Pam put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance. She shut her eyes and turned her head to and fro, hissing with pleasure, pushing her hot aching tits onto his face. He was already starting to give her the tender cruelty and the controlled brutality she wanted so much.
She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds. Her body was bursting all over with lust. She cried out softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and rough fingers caused in her sensitive big tits and her teeth-tortured nipples.
Finally, she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away.
"I ... I thought you wanted to tie me up," she panted.
He nodded. He grinned and put his rough weathered hands back on her naked boobs. "You're beautiful, just beautiful!"
"Thank you." Pam looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers.
"What'll we tie you with?"
"Quick, let's find something," she said.
They rapidly searched the apartment. Pam found a discarded pair of pantyhose in the bathroom wastebasket. She stood there, watching them hanging "from her hand, as he searched for similar things in other rooms.
Shivering with panic and wild anticipation, she thought: My god, he's going to tie me up and fuck me! He's going to rape me and hurt me and I want him to! I want it! What am I doing?
But she didn't have much time to think about it. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, grinning. He glared hungrily at her naked tits as if he could never get enough of them. In one hand, he clutched two electrical extension cords.
A hot tremor shot up the wet channel of Pam's cunt, as she saw them dangling from his fist. She almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into this every second. The sight of the cords in his hands made it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of exciting fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it quickly.
He saw her fear. He went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her hot breasts with his free hand.
"What's the matter, you lose your nerve?" he asked.
"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whispered into his shirt.
"I won't ... I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her. "This is probably enough. Let me see your bed."
She took him into her bedroom. Together, they peeled the bedclothes off. He tested the strength of the brass headboard with his hands.
"Perfect," he said. "Take off your skirt and lie down."
Pam's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. But she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with goosebumps and tremors of anticipation. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauze-like panties and began to peel them down her golden thighs.
The cab driver's eyes burned into the white band of skin at her groin, where her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her shoulder and turned her around. He gazed down at the pale upper slopes of her high ass, just above the elastic band of her panties. He touched the pale skin with his fingers. Then he moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra.
"You're striped here ... and here," he said, again lowering his fingers to the white skin of her round ass.
She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her.
"Leave them on," he said decisively.
"But you-"
"Leave them on," he said plainly.
She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again, he rubbed his rough knuckles against her smooth cheek. The gesture made her cunt gush and itch each time he did it.
"Give me your wrists," he said.
She stuck out her arms, with her wrists pressed together. He began to bind them with one of the extension cords. She watched the thick rippling muscles of his hairy forearms as he tied her hands.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, too? Before you tie me," Pam suggested shyly.
She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles shifting and clenching. She wanted to watch his stiff cock twitching and jerking with desire for her. She looked in his eyes, then stared boldly at the swollen lump of his crotch.
"Sure," he grinned.
He stepped back, letting the untied cord go slack around her extended wrists. Quickly, he removed his shirt. Pam devoured his athletic torso with her eyes. She relished the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and stomach and the thinner hair on the backs of his shoulders.
He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his strong legs. His huge red prick sprang up, swelling and jumping.
Pam gasped as she stared at it. It was even bigger than Josh's. It was fatter and longer by at least an inch, its shiny purplish head a pulsing balloon of hot flesh.
Half-terrified, she stared at the massive thundering cock and knew suddenly that she had gotten more than she had bargained for. But there was no way to turn back now. What she had had in mind would have been excruciating enough without this immense fuck tool giving it to her.
He saw both the terror and the hunger in her eyes. He stepped close to her again, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches from her nose.
"Oh, my god!" she murmured. "Oh, my god!"
She stroked the fiercely ridged stalk with her shaking fingers. Then she bent forward and took the bulbous head into her mouth. First she sucked it softly, then more urgently. He allowed himself a few moments of the pleasure her mouth gave him. But then he pulled back, pulling his prick free from her clasping lips.
He caressed her soft cheek with his rough knuckles. Then he pulled her wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the cord. Pam felt her whole body turn instantly to hot rubber. She trembled so hard that she could barely stay seated on the edge of the mattress.
She whimpered with fear. She was unable to take her eyes off his surging stiff cock. The ballooning purple head of it was still wet with her own spittle.
Gently, he pushed her back onto the mattress. He drew her bound wrists up to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the bars and tied it, Pam squirmed over onto her stomach. She nestled her head between her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip.
Oh, god, oh, god! she moaned to herself. It's happening, it's happening! I can't wait! I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop shaking! Just do it to me, quick, quick!
Before moving to the foot of the bed to tie her ankles, he gently pushed his hand beneath her chin. He lifted her face up from between her arms.
"Don't you want to roll over?" he nodded his head, indicating that she should roll over onto her back.
She shook her head. She shook it rapidly, nervously, but with determination.
"I want it this way," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh, god, do it to me, do it to me. I'm dying, I want it, I want it!"
He smiled and shrugged. He glanced down at the smooth bronze expanse of her naked back, then at the high up-curving globes of her quivering buttocks, still half-concealed by the gauzy cloth of her panties.
"Whatever you say, little darling," he said. "Whatever you want, you can have."
Quickly, he moved down to her feet. He looped one securely with the twisted pantyhose, the other with the second extension cord. Then he splayed her legs widely and tied each ankle to the opposite corner of the bed.
By this time, Pam was a writhing, squirming mass of hot voluptuous flesh. Whimpering and moaning with fear and desire, she pushed her face into the sheet and mashed her throbbing tits into the mattress, feeling the linen scrape across her sensitive pointed nipples.
Her cunt simmered and flowed with juice. She gyrated her hips, pushing her aching pussy into the bed, feeling the lacy cloth of her thin panties chafe against her wet cuntlips.
Pinioned, spread-eagled and cinched to the bedposts, she was more vulnerable than she had ever been in her life. She was crazy with both terror and lust. She felt her body growing totally pliant and yielding. She felt him crouching between her legs on the bed. She felt his huge hot throbbing cock against the back of her left thigh as he leaned down over her and whispered hotly into her ear.
"You're serious? You want it in the ass?"
"Yessss! Yessss!" she hissed. "Please! Please!"
"Got any lubricant?"
She nodded wildly. "In the drawer."
She pointed to the bedstand. There was a half-used tube of K-Y jelly in the drawer that she and Catherine had bought once and used together. Pam blushed with shame as the cab driver took it out. God, she thought, he'll think I do this all the time!
God, let him be gentle, she murmured again and again to herself. God, let him be gentle! But she knew that what she had invited him to do, could not be done gently. The mere thought of it made her writhing body blaze and pulse with new fears and hotter lust fires.
The bed sank again as he climbed back between her splayed thighs. She felt his rough hands on her lower back, grasping her supple waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her stomach. She felt his sandpapery lips kissing the wide shallow dimples above each of her asscheeks. Pam moaned with low husky pleasure.
"Ummmmm, ummmmm!" she moaned, twisting languidly in his firm grasp.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" he murmured.
His hands slid down her waist to her thighs. He squeezed the resilient flesh. She felt his tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs met the bulging flesh of her ass. He nipped at her panties with his teeth. Pam shuddered and squirmed and whimpered. Now she realized why he had told her to leave her panties on.
His strong teeth nipped-at the quivery flesh of her ass through the thin gauzy cloth. Pam went wild. She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her flimsy panties with his teeth. Her cunt burned and ached and flowed. She couldn't keep her body still. She mewled and gasped, feeling his teeth and fingers tearing urgently at her panties. Ohhhh! Get them off! she panted to herself. Chew them off me! Ohhhh, yes!
He managed to rip a hole in them. He slipped his tongue through it, deep into the crack of her ass. Pam yelped and shuddered with surprise.
"Oh! Unnneeee!" she gasped with shock.
Her wriggling and squirming drove him crazy with lust too. He wasted no more time. He grasped her panties with his strong hands and tore them apart. Her panties disintegrated into shreds of cloth. He clawed at them with his rough fingers, baring her asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her wet cunt below them.
She felt his breath on her ass. His tongue stabbed at the end nub of her backbone. Then it went lower, down into the long dark crack of her ass. She squealed as it tickled the tightly shut ring of her rectum. Then it sank lower and again she squealed as it reached her achy, soupy quim.
She felt his chapped eager lips on her greasy wet cuntlips. He sucked them into his mouth, then jabbed his tongue up into the tingling slit of her pussy. He tongued and sucked her streaming pussy and pulsing clit until Pam went crazy with need.
Already, she was so close to coming that she was just a writhing, moaning mass of beautiful flesh. She had never surrendered her body to anything so completely in her life. But now she was driven mad with desire for fulfillment. Gurgling with lust, she hummed and groaned.
"Get it in me, pleeeeease! Do it to meeeee! Unnn! Ohn! I can't stand it! It's so good!"
She felt him rise up behind her. The thick gristly stalk of his huge erect prick slithered up and down in the moist crack of her ass. It would never fit! She knew it would never fit! It would split her in two!
Pam began to shake with sharp continuous tremors. She could do nothing but moan for him to do it, to do it quickly. She implored him. She begged him. And she went suddenly giddy with fear and anticipation as she felt him swabbing her asscrack with large gobs of the slippery jelly.
She gritted her teeth. She could hear his harsh panting and feel the hot urgency of his body He slipped his thumbs into her well-greased asscrack and found the edges of her tight asshole, making the hot raw nerves come alive.
Pam held her breath as he lodged the huge bulb of his prick head in the small mouth of her asshole. He held her buttocks apart with his hands, inching his cock into her. It was a tight fit.
God, it won't go in me! Pam thought wildly. But she had not counted on his determination.
His thumbs dug more fiercely into the cheeks of her ass. It flamed with sharp spasms of pain. He lunged up and forward. Pam felt the head of his cock slide into her ass.
"AAAGGGHHHIIIEEE!" she howled suddenly. "OHHH! OWWWCH! UNNNGH! OWWOOWWCH! ANNGHHH!"
Tears squirted from her tightly shut eyes. She bit through the bedsheet, into the mattress. She coughed and choked with helpless delight, with the shocks of molten pain-pleasure that jolted her. His fiendishly huge cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, lubricated by the greasy jelly and powered by the passionate thrusts of his hips.
She was skewered on his huge spiky pole of ass-reaming cock. Pam's vision, behind her tightly shut eyelids, flashed red and blinding white as he bent forward over her, grasped her bare shoulders and lunged deeply into her. He buried his gigantic tool as far as it would go into the warm flaming channel of her clenching ass.
Pam's body twitched and fluttered wildly with pleasure. Speared and impaled in the ass by his stupendous prick, she squirmed on the bed, face down, feeling her hard throbbing nipples burn into the sheet. She grunted mindlessly with lust, lifting her ass to him, wanting him to rape and ravish her butt brutally.
He lay slumped on her naked back, his thick cock embedded deep in her ass. His teeth roamed and nipped the flesh of her coppery shoulders. Obviously, he was enjoying the intense pleasure of her tight ass muscles pinching his burning shaft.
But Pam was delirious with impatience. She tilted her ass up to him. She begged him with incoherent gasps and pleas.
"Fuck me, man, fuck me! Unngghhhh! Oh, Jesus, it's good, good, soooo good! What's the matter? Can't you ... unh, oh! Can't you fuck me? Rape me, honey! Rape me!"
She implored him, egging him on, bucking her hips back into him. She didn't know what got to him, her words or the frantic undulations of her pelvis. But he suddenly began to give her what she wanted. He reared up behind her and pulled his prick out to the edge of her asshole.
Then he grasped her thighs with his strong hands and plunged his cock into her so brutally that she squealed with shock and joy. Pam thrashed and squirmed so wildly that the bonds on her wrists and ankles bit into her skin. Again and again, he slammed his cruel punishing cock into her.
At the same time he fucked her ass, he got one of his hands into her sloshy, wildly throbbing cunt. With his fingers, he worked her flaming clit vigorously. Already, Pam was coming. She felt the hot shooting rockets of orgasm squirting through her convulsing body. But it was only the beginning, the first popping explosions of the holocaust she could sense was coming.
"UNNHH! UNNHH! AAGGHHNNIIEE!" she screeched, flipping and jerking wildly. "UUNNNNNEEEEE!"
The higher the pitch of her shattering orgasms grew, the more excited and brutal he became. They fed each other's wild insatiable lusts. He speared and skewered and pierced her unmercifully, pinching her clit with his fingers, making her gag with hot rupturing orgasms. His free hand clutched her tits. He squeezed and mauled them cruelly, pinching her hot spiky nipples till they became nubs of unbearable fire.
Pam dug her elbows and knees into the mattress. She tilted her ass up to him, swirling it in small circles, shoving it back over his plunging tool. She grunted each time he slammed forward and crammed her throbbing asshole with cock.
Suddenly, she felt his massive cock grow even bigger inside of her. She felt it swell and grow harder than steel. She thought she had taken as much as she could. But now she had to take even more.
He swarmed over her back, sinking his teeth savagely into the flesh of her shoulders. Each brutal lunge of his cock lifted her body off of the bed. He was drilling her, sinking the huge shaft so far up into her ass that she feared he would actually tear her apart. He bit her shoulder cruelly. His strong hand in her pussy rubbed her clit wildly.
Pam suddenly felt the arrival of the most wrenching orgasm of her life. She shrieked, throbbing and twisting and thrashing with new blinding bursts of coming.
"AAGGIIEE! OOOWWWCHH! OOHHNNN, GOD! ANNGGGG! UNN! OH, SHIT, UNNHH!" she cried.
She was nothing but a shuddering mass of pulverized flesh as she felt the long ass-murdering rocket of his prick explode deep within her. It squirted hot strings of jism into her. Wild cries of pleasure tore out of his throat. He crushed her beneath him, pumping fiery gobs of cum deep into her ass.
Time was obliterated. Pam felt that the huge shattering bomb of their mutual orgasm kept on exploding forever.
"Ohhhhh, god, ohhh, god!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, I've never felt anything like that!"
She heard him puffing and gasping as he slid his still-stiff prick out of her wounded, flaming asshole. Again, he caressed her lower back and the high creamy moons of her butt with his rough hands.
"Carol, Carol, baby," he gasped. "You're the top. You're absolutely the top."
Pam was in a state of collapse. His use of the name "Carol" brought her back to her senses. She wouldn't have traded the orgasms she had just experienced for anything. But suddenly she realized how bizarre this all was.
"Untie me?" she whimpered.
He lay down beside her face to face. He stroked her back and kissed her forehead. "Untie you?" he asked, grinning, mocking her.
"Untie me," she nodded.
He shook his head. "But we're not finished."
"Not finished?" Pam tried not to panic. "Look, you untie me! I asked you up here and now I'm asking you to untie me. You did it to me beautifully, I mean it. But now I'm through. I don't want any more. Please. Please untie me."
But he merely grinned and paid no attention to her. He lit a cigarette. When it was finished, he slid down her body and began eating her cunt again. He tongue-fucked and clit-sucked her juicy warm pussy until she was again coming, in spite of herself. And by that time, his huge prick was alive and stiff again.
He sank it into her cunt and fucked her slowly. He fucked her with grinding, relentless determination for about twenty minutes. Then he stopped and smoked another cigarette, this time sharing it with Pam. Then he went back to fucking her again.
Pam realized that she deserved whatever she was getting. She had started the whole business. He fucked her another half hour before he came again. Then they rested and dozed. When they awoke, he invited her to suck the massive rearing pole of his cock. She did, having no choice.
But before she could make him come that way, he began to fuck her pussy again. This time he did it long and skillfully, giving her three fresh orgasms.
At about two o'clock in the morning, he untied her, not speaking. Then he dressed and bent to kiss her.
"I'll leave my phone number on the coffee table," he whispered. "And thanks for the ride, Carol."