CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gina didn't want to wash after her experience. She liked the gritty feel, the smell of their masculine bodies, the taste of cum in her mouth. An hour after she'd returned to her apartment, however, she decided to bathe.
Later, as the warm water rushed over her naked flesh, she tried to block out what had happened. It was impossible.
She could still see Tony, hammering his cock wildly into Susan's pussy. She could almost feel the ropes around her own body, cutting into her skin.
'Oh… Tony,' she murmured, closing her eyes.
She lay in the tub for a long while, then got out and slowly moved the towel over her damp flesh. When she was dry, she padded into her bedroom and lay across the bed. After being close to so many people it would be odd to sleep alone, she thought.
Alone.
She moved between the sheets and closed her eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. She could still feet Tony's presence.
She spread her legs and let her fingers glide through her soft, silky patch of cunthair.
Tony had been inside my cunt, she thought. That big, hard cock thrusting in and out loading her up… fucking her… his muscular body next to hers, engulfing her with…
Her pleasures built, leaving her wanting a cock fucking her hard.
Tony's cock.
When her climax peaked, sending rippling sensations up and down her spine, she cried out, her voice racked with sobs. She then jerked, hearing a knock on the door. Tony? Had he come here?
With her heart pounding, she ran into the living room and yanked open the door.
'Well, hello,' Mark said. 'Looks like I'm just in time.'
'Oh… Mark,' Gina said, unable to hide her disappointment. 'It's… you.'
'I thought maybe after you had some time to think we might come to some sort of, uh… terms,' the man said, coming inside the apartment.
'What do you mean?' Gina asked.
'Oh, I was mulling over what happened earlier,' he said, tugging at his clothes, his eyes on her pointed tits. 'I guess I can give a little, if you give a little.'
What had happened earlier seemed centuries away for Gina. In fact, she hardly even recognized Mark. She felt suddenly embarrassed, and placed her arms across her chest.
'Hey, don't hide your tits,' Mark said, taking her hands away. 'These tits were made for sucking.'
He bent down and took her right nipple between his lips. Slowly, he bathed her nipple with his tongue and pulled it further inside his mouth. At the same time, he got out of the rest of his clothes.
Gina didn't like what was happening, but she couldn't stop it. She wanted a man, any man. Even Mark.
Even Mark, she mused, almost laughing. He had been the first man to give her a really great climax. She could even remember that first taste of cum he'd fucked into her mouth.
'What… terms?' she asked, touching him, then jerking her hand back as if he were on fire.
'Hmmmmmmmm?' he murmured, his full concentration on her well-shaped tits. 'Oh… the terms,' he said, lifting his head.
'Look, Mark,' she said, pulling away. 'I… I don't know what's happened to me lately. I used to be so… straight, so… hell, I don't know different.'
'So I noticed,' the man chuckled. 'What you need is a husband.'
'A… a husband?' Gina asked, as if the word were foreign.
'Yeah,' Mark said. 'You know, the guy who comes home and says, 'Honey, I'm home. What's for supper?''
'What are you saying?' Gina asked, not knowing whether to be excited or not.
'I want you to marry me,' Mark said. 'I think we belong together. We can work out our differences. I know we can.'
Before Gina could object, or comment, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and crawled between her legs, stretching her thighs to fully reveal her golden-red patch of cunt hair.
'We'll make a great team,' he whispered, lowering his face to her pussy. 'We'll just both have to give some.'
For some reason, Gina felt she should be happy. He was good-looking, had a successful business, and… well, he did care. Somehow, she wasn't happy. She closed her eyes and tried to sort out her feelings.
Mark moved his mouth over her cunt hairs, then spread the delicate crack of her pussy with his thumbs. He darted the tip of his tongue inside her cunt and smacked on her perfumed juices.
'Wow… this is what I really missed,' he murmured. 'With a pussy like yours to eat and fuck… we could be the two happiest people in the world.'
Gina felt the tightness melt from her body. The probing of his tongue was delightful, like the smooth head of a cock. His breath was warm, damp.
'Ohhhh… yes,' she whispered, thrusting her hips upward and sucking more of his tongue inside her pussy. 'Fuck me with your tongue… all the way.'
The ache inside her cunt seemed to surge throughout her body, tingling down her arms and legs. Suddenly, her ankles and wrists throbbed, itched.
'Take… me,' she gasped, her pleasure mounting. 'God… make it good… do it hard… chew on me, you bastard!'
'No, baby, tonight it's my turn,' Mark murmured into her pussy. 'A slow, gentle suck-job, then a nice, easy fuck. You can have it your way tomorrow, maybe.'
Pleasure turned to ache as he dipped his tongue inside her pussy. The itch covering her pussy became more demanding. She closed her eyes, trying to picture it as it should be.
She would be lying beneath him, her arms and legs tied. He would bite her pussy, then fuck her savagely. He would make her beg for him to stop, then beg for him to continue.
Life with Tony would be wonderful… Tony?
She opened her eyes and quickly looked at Mark, almost as if she were being violated. She hardly recognized him. II wasn't that blond shock of hair, but dark-brown.
She bit her lower lip, tried to block out the vision of Tony. No! No!
His smiling face came closer, moved against her cunt. He held her down with his strong hands and bit down on her pussy like a striking cobra.
The pain swelled, swept through her body, leaving her senseless with desire.
'Love your pussy,' Mark said, flicking his tongue in and out of her cunt. 'God… it's so fucking hot and tight…'
Are you crazy? Gina asked herself. Completely and totally crazy! This man wants you, and he's willing to give half. What more can you expect?
No, she had gone into a forbidden world, a world of savage sexuality. She didn't want half, couldn't settle for half. It would have to be everything.
'Don't… God, don't,' she begged, pushing against Mark's face. 'I… I don't want it, Mark.'
'Huh?' Mark said, looking at her pained expression. 'What the fuck are you talking about?'
Gina moved away from him and sat on the side of the bed. Trying to measure her words carefully so that both of them could understand, she began speaking.
'It's not right, not between us,' she said, her words coming slow at first. 'I… I think you're a wonderful person and all, but I… I don't, can't love you.'
'You mean because of the whips and ropes bullshit?' Mark said, angrily.
'No, it's not that,' Gina said, realizing he would never understand. She was only beginning to understand herself. 'My world and yours are light years apart.'
'I see,' the man said, getting off the bed. 'You mean you're not willing to give even a little bit?'
