feel every single inch of his virile cock filling her. The juice leaked out around the thick plug of his cock and dribbled down the crack of her ass. It tickled and aroused her, but she didn't want arousal like this.

Pain.

She needed pain to get off in the way she knew she could. His cock didn't hurt as it slipped easily in and out of her pussy. His mouth didn't give her the sweet, savage release of orgasm as he tongued her tits. That tongue raced around in tiny circles, drawing up the red finger that was her nipple until it throbbed with too much blood inside. But that wasn't pain.

'Bite me! Bite my nipple!' she shrieked, her body going out of control again. She hunched up to his prick and slammed her cunt lips around his cock so hard she hoped she bruised them. The pain might be enough to get her off later on.

But no such thing happened. The man slowed down the break-neck fucking he had started and corkscrewed gently into her cunt. It aroused her. The feel of his hot and hard flesh against her cunt walls turned her on in a big way. But she knew that she was being robbed. He wasn't giving her what she wanted more than anything else in the world.

'Hurt me, hurt me, hurt meeeeeee!'

He tried to devour her entire jug. His teeth scored the sides of the sloping cone of titflesh but even this wasn't enough – and it came too late. She shuddered and tried to get the full measure of enjoyment from it and failed.

She limply collapsed back to the bed and opened her blue eyes to stare up at the sweaty, straining man.

The sight of his face told her he still hadn't gotten off. She couldn't have known because of her own arousal. Her body was all that mattered. She felt his long, pulsating cock sink repeatedly into her pussy but there wasn't the thrill in the fucking that she'd felt before. He had failed her.

She decided to get out of this fucking the best she could. She might enjoy a little more of it but she doubted it. The only way of ending it was to get the man off as fast as possible.

With cold, deliberate planning, the woman began tightening the muscles in her belly and cunt. The man grunted.

'Like fucking into a mine shaft – and having the tunnel collapse on you,' he puffed. 'It's great!'

He pulled out of her with some difficulty. She clutched wildly at his prick with her torturing cunt walls. She would have held him inside her body permanently except for the slipperiness of her cunt juices. He pulled free with a lewd smacking noise and paused for a moment between the pink fluttering flaps of her inner pussy lips.

'I love you, Tanya, I love you more than life itself. Your cunt's just the right size for my cock!' He drove his prick in again and the woman thought she might be able to recover a small measure of her arousal then. She felt his control slipping away from him as his hips took over. The wild, frantic fucking of a man just about to come burned hotly in her cunt. His cock surged and roared and pumped into her cunt and made her groan with pleasure.

'Rape me. Really rape me,' she moaned, trying to recapture the feeling she'd had before. 'Hit me. Tie me down, but rape me. Fuck my cunt with your raping cock!'

She allowed the motion of the waterbed to carry her along. It slapped hard at her ass and back and shoulders through the thin plastic of the bag. But the motion was always just a little out of tune with the man's hard-fucking cock. It speeded up until she thought she was going to bet – finally – what she had been begging for all night.

But it didn't work that way. Charlie slowed down and controlled himself, saying to her, 'I want this to last all night if possible. I don't ever want to leave the hot sheath of your pussy.'

'No, no, no,' she cried out, beginning to feel the salty, hot tears pouring down her cheeks. 'I want more! I want you to fuck me, really fuck me. Twain you to rip me apart inside. Make me hurt. I want to feel it, damn you, really and truly feel your cock!'

'You will,' he solemnly assured her.

He began fucking with well-paced strokes until she thought she would lose her mind, not from the wild passions the fucking caused in her loins but because of their lack. She wasn't frigid. She just needed a different type of fucking to get off in as big a way as possible. And nothing she said seemed to have any effect on the man. He was going to fuck her as if she were a piece of fragile porcelain and that was that.

Another woman could have come hard from the feel of his prick pressing so powerfully against her cunt walls. The thickness of his prick kept her writhing about, moaning and demanding more. Not once did he let her cool off totally. But never did he shove her over the edge of orgasm, either.

'Here it comes,' he grunted, raising himself up on his hands to get a different angle of entry into her sucking, seething cunt.

He blasted into her so hard it rattled her teeth. She closed her eyes and imagined herself staked out in the middle of a burning desert, being raped by marauding Indians. She was tied and helpless, unable to prevent the rape. She felt the flaming-hot cock race all the way up her fuck tunnel again. She felt the sexual tensions mounting in her belly.

And then he came. His prick spewed out the white hot load of come and he spurted repeatedly. But she couldn't get off on that. It wasn't the brutal, savage fucking she needed.

Cheated, she simply lay under him until he had pumped the last of his jism from his balls. He smiled and said, 'It was great. But with you, Tanya, it always is.'

'It's always the same,' she said in a dull voice.

'Always great!' enthused Charlie, rolling off her and stroking his hand over her heaving belly. He seemed more animated now than when he was fucking her, she thought glumly.

'Are we going to the party or not?'

'We've got time. All night long, in fact. Those damn things tend to last until the wee hours of the morning.'

'Let's go now,' she said, rolling out of the bed and getting her feet under her. When she started going with Charlie, the prospect of a waterbed had seemed great to her. Now it was only another annoyance.

Getting out was a problem. And the fucking she never-quite-enjoyed before getting out had gotten to be a real drag, too. She silently dressed, knowing the man's eyes drank in every, line of her trim young body and hating him for not realizing what would really turn her on.

CHAPTER TWO

The party thrilled Tanya, even though she'd come with Charlie. The number of unattached men provided promise for her. She might find one who could give her all the things she didn't get with Charlie.

'Let's go, Tanya,' Charlie said uneasily, after they'd been at the party for about an hour. 'Not much happening here. We can go back to my place and…'

'Oh, hello,' she said suddenly to a man passing by with a drink in his hand. 'I don't think we've met. I'm Tanya Harris.' She smiled winningly and turned her back on Charlie. She didn't bother to see what effect this had on him. Frankly, she didn't give a flying fuck.

Not when this man was ever so much more attractive to her. The man's muscles bulged and he had a couple scars on his, fact that showed his life hadn't been one filled with ledger books and other dull things. The tan on his face and hands showed he spent a good deal of time outdoors. Perhaps he was an explorer. A man who had seen the upper waters of the Amazon or crossed the North Pole on a dogsled.

'These parties get more and more interesting every time,' he said, glancing from Tanya to Charlie and then back to the dark-haired woman. 'I'm sure you haven't been here before. I'd've remembered.'

'Why's that?' she asked, fishing for compliments. The woman didn't try to figure out why she was doing this to Charlie. She knew. The man bored her now. He didn't give her the all – out sex she wanted, needed. Charlie wasn't bad in bed. His prick was larger than most men's and he knew how to use it.

Her only gripe came in that he didn't use it like she wanted him to.

'Simple. A woman with your… charms,' he said, glancing down into the canyon between her mountainous

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