his prick all the way up into her gooey cunt.
The exercise, the chase, the struggle made it exciting when he was within an arm's reach of the fleeing woman, he executed a perfect flying tackle. Tumbling to the ground together, they rolled into the lake.
The shock of the cold water made Paul lose his erection, but it was worth it. The chilly water made the woman's nipples spring firmly erect. Even through the thick material of the sweatshirt she wore, he could see her nipples responding to the cold.
'Got you now, you dumb cunt,' he snarled. His arms locked around her trim body as he pulled her soggy sweatshirt off her body.
Her tits gleamed like pearls in the sunlight. The water gave them a sheen, a wet look that made his prick slowly stir again. The cold water almost kept his prick down, but the sight of the naked, struggling woman locked in his arms gave him the will to get it up again. In a few seconds, his boner had returned, even stiffer than before.
'I'm going to fuck you cross-eyed,' he promised. 'You shouldn't have tried to run away like that.'
She fought silently. But her strength was sapped by the icy water. When she felt him floating upwards, between her legs, she tried kicking again. This only played into his hands. The woman found herself in such a position that his prick was only inches away from the puffy flaps of her cunt-lips.
'That's the ticket,' he said. 'Make it easy for me. I love it when you really fight.' He floated upwards a bit before and felt his prick lightly caress her outer cunt-lips. They both gasped. He hadn't realized how hot and ready to fuck he was. His balls had collapsed into a bag under his prick, and the way those balls tumbled and churned told him the lead-heavy load of his jizz would soon spurt out if he didn't get to fucking.
The woman wondered at her own responses. She felt her cunt churning again. Her needs down deep inside had returned even more potent than before. She hated herself for responding to him in this fashion, but she couldn't hold her emotions in check. The nearness of his hard cock, the icy water, the chase itself had all taken their toll on her self-control.
'Please, what are you going to do to me?' She didn't want to sound as if she were begging him, but the icy water sucked the heat from her body and made her teeth chatter.
'I'm going to fuck you, as I said before.' He moved his hands around her body and cupped her tits. The grip he used made it impossible for her to pull away. As long as she stayed in the water, the sensations entering her chest were pleasant, even stimulating. And she needed all the stimulation she could get to keep from freezing to death.
He stroked her tits and pressed his thumbs into the hard nubbins of her nipples. She closed her eyes and let the water support her full weight. She floated, weightless. The feelings coursing through her body were sheer heaven, a delight, more potent than anything she had ever dreamed possible of experiencing with a man.
He wound his thumbs hard into her nipples. He pressed them deep into her soft tits. She felt fire down deep into her chest and lungs. Nothing had ever aroused her so much before.
'Ummmm,' she sighed. 'So nice, the way you fondle my tits. I… I love it! Do it some more!'
She felt dreamy and cut off from reality. When she settled down in the water a little more and felt the insistent prodding of his prick against her cunt lips, she realized that he was getting ready to fuck her. This was the man who had tied her up, who had spanked her, who had actually raped her up the ass. This was a blackmailing son of a bitch who intended to rape her all weekend long!
She fought.
'Dumb slut,' he said, sputtering as water got into his mouth. But he was more agile in the water than she was and managed to drive his prick up and into her pussy. She felt her legs open a little wider. This was the automatic response of a woman waiting to be fucked. She couldn't help herself.
But she could tell him what she thought. 'You scumbag! You filthy raping son of a bitch! Stop it! I… ohhhhh, shit, it's in meeeeee!'
He allowed the waves of the lake to rock him around. This caused his prick to gently enter and leave her cunt. The smoothness of the fucking had betrayed her. She wanted to stop him, but her body told her to forget that and simply enjoy the feel of a huge prick sliding to and fro in her aroused, eager cunt.
'Sure, baby, it's in you. I'm buried balls deep in you. Never fucked in a lake before, have you? All you prick- teasing types think of is getting a guy hot and then leaving before the fun really starts. Well, not this time, Sandy, not this time. I'm going to show you what real fun is like, what it means to have a real man's cock fucking you!'
His hands left her tits and slid down the sides of her body until he could grab a double handful of ass-flesh. Using this convenient hand hold, he began rocking her body faster and faster in the water. She responded immediately. He felt her cunt clamp down hard around his prick.
She closed her eyes again as his hands kneaded her doughy ass-cheeks. The attention felt better and better to her. The icy water had soothed her well-spanked butt. Now his hands built up fires of lust in her body again. The woman couldn't have been more confused. She hated the man for what he did to her and yet she couldn't deny the feelings mounting in her cunt.
She wanted him to really fuck her. And to do so would be to humiliate her. He was using her. All those years on her own and she'd been the one who'd used men. Not the other way around, not until now. Sandy hated herself for loving it so much. She felt as if she were betraying herself, her ideals, her very body to this animal of a man.
But the warmth of his cock sliding back and forth in her greased cunt was too much for her. She sighed and resigned herself to getting fucked while still in the water. She sensed the man's determination to possess her no matter what and remembered the old saying: 'If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it.'
She enjoyed it.
Her legs drifted with the current just below the surface of the icy lake until she was spread wide around the man's body. Then she tensed and locked her legs firmly around his waist. This pulled his cock even deeper into her cunt.
'You like it, don't you?' he laughed. 'I thought you would once it came down to the actual fucking.'
He began long, hard strokes, that threatened to tear her apart. She felt the friction mount inside her pussy. She didn't understand it. She was hot and ready for his prick. The way her cunt felt, she knew it had to be frothing and gushing with love-oils. Yet his cock tote and ripped at her as if he were dry-humping.
'Stop, please,' she begged, finally deciding what the trouble was. 'The water! It's washing off all my love- juices. You're rubbing me raw! My poor pussy!'
'To hell with it. Just another one of your frigging tricks to make me stop. Get me hot and ready to fuck, let me get started and then think up a cock-and-bull story about no maiden-juice. Bullshit!'
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her strongly toward him. She twisted and fought to escape his fucking cock. It speared directly between her cunt-lips and drove mercilessly all the way up into her belly. She could even feel his balls whapping lightly against her ass. The woman finally decided on the proper tactic.
She almost drowned the man by flipping over in the water. He had two options: he could follow her motion and end up underwater or he could have his prick broken off in her tightly clinging cunt. He ended up sputtering for air, having gone under the tossing surface of the lake.
Sandy used this chance to get her feet under her, find the slimy bottom of the lake and push for shore. She had one slight advantage. She was naked and had no water-soaked clothing to hold her back. Paul was drenched and his clothes weighed ten pounds more than when dry.
The black-haired woman raced bare-ass naked for the woods again. She hoped to reach the cabin, get her clothes and then get the hell away from this place. For a brief instant, she wouldn't have minded fucking Paul. Then he had to go and spoil it all. If only the water hadn't washed away her fuck-fluids just when she needed them the most. There was no way in hell of ever telling the man she hadn't been lying to him.
He had her pegged as a prick-teaser. She shivered as she felt the nippy breeze pull the tiny droplets of water from her naked flesh and her flowing hair. By the time she reached the clearing around the cabin, she was nearly frozen.
'So you finally got back, huh?' came the voice beside her. She spurt and found Paul there, his clothing dripping onto the ground and forming tiny mud puddles at his feet. Again, he had taken the short cut and beaten her to the target.
'Look, Paul, it's not like you think,' she started, backing away from him. When a tree trunk firmly pressed
