Gina's eyes widened with pain. The curve of his cock shaft was great in her throat, as it made his cock easier to swallow. In her pussy, however, his prick seemed to be the size of two. She flinched, her face turning white, then gave a grunting groan.
"May… maybe you'd better not go so hard," she said. "Hell, your cock feels like a baseball bat up my cunt."
"Sorry… I can't help it." Adam grunted. "It's just too fucking good to go slow."
As he said the words, he began pounding in and out of her pussy in a fury. Soon, his body was smacking hers so hard, the ropes at her ankles were tight as violin strings, causing the hemp to tear into her flesh.
"No… God… no," Gina panted, her legs on fire with agony. The sensations, however, weren't anything like, what was happening to her cunt. His cock felt like a clawing hand in her pussy. "Slow… slower," she begged.
Her pleading seemed only to inflame him to drive harder. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and yanked her legs apart like a wishbone. He then hammered his cock forward and upward, pushing her down at the same time.
"Damn… so fucking tight… hot," he gasped, every muscle in his body flexing, glistening with sweat. "Screw it in whore… all the way up here."
When Gina thought the pain couldn't get any worse – it did. Moments later, her entire body flooded with electric waves of agony, seeping into every cell.
"Please… don't… God… please," she moaned, biting her lower lip until she tasted blood. Suddenly, the pressure of the pain lessened, replaced by a tingling spasm of pleasure. "Don't… God… yes!" she screamed out. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, you prick! Goddamn you, fuck me to pieces with that big cock!"
As her orgasm tightened her pussy milking on the man's cock, he gave his cock to her as fast and hard as he could. Both their bodies were shaking violently, their flesh smacking like applause.
"Christ… fucking now!" he cried out. He tried desperately to hold back, but it was impossible. His nuts were burning, ready to throb off. "Gonna… fuck you… baby, so full it blows out your cum-sucking ears!"
Gina felt her pussy stretch even farther apart as his climax neared. And, when she thought she would surely burst wide open, her cunt was flooded with the silky, creamy masses of his cum-load. The effect was immediate.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, throwing her head back. "Fuck! Fuckkkkkk meeeeee!"
"Unhhhh… take it, you cum-eating whore," Adam groaned, his eyes half-closed with ecstasy. "Eat my cock right up your pussy and screw it to your brain."
When the bulk of his jism showered her pussy, Gina felt another spasm of orgasm. The sensation fluttered up and down her cunt, then caused her pussy to lock around his spurting prick.
They fucked wildly, savagely, molding their bodies together, accepting, giving, until finally, they fell against each other, their moans filling the shanty.
"God, baby… the best I've ever had," Adam groaned, leaning forward and squirming his ass around. "Shit… I thought I'd had cunts before."
Gina loved it this way, having a man on top of her, his cock grinding away in her cunt still throbbing. She squirmed around, flexed her cunt muscles, then relaxed completely.
There was only one thing wrong. She wished it were Tony, instead of Adam. But even as she had the thought, she hated herself for it. Hell, why was she even thinking about him? He'd treated her like a piece of meat, right?
Why had he stormed out, anyway? Because she had said one affectionate thing? That didn't make any sense.
Then again, nothing that had happened tonight had made sense.
"Untie me," she said softly. "Would you do that, please?"
"Mmmmm?" Adam said, already half asleep from the sheer satisfaction.
"I said untie me," she repeated, turning her head slightly. "I… I want to go home."
"Aw, can't we stay like this for a little while longer?"
"No," she replied. "Untie me."
"Don't dream of it," a deep voice said from the door.
Gina turned and looked up at the man who had entered without so much as a warning. It wasn't his size that seemed so overpowering – it was his eyes.
"Hi, Derek," Adam said, moving away from her body. "Tony call you, too?"
"Sure did," the man said. "Now take a break. The lady and I want to be alone."
Gina's voice locked in her throat. Something told her she certainly didn't want to be alone with him. To her dismay, however, Adam quickly dressed and left.
As he neared her spread-eagled body, each step caused her heart to beat faster.
CHAPTER SEVEN
To Gina's amazement, Derek reached down and untied her. Gently, he lifted her to her feet and pulled her close. He kissed her, taking her completely by surprise.
He looked so violent, almost like a cat ready to spring, and the gaze in his eyes chilled her to the bone. His features weren't classical, but rough. The combination of hard angles, scars and an unruly shock of sandy-brown hair exuded sensuality. For some reason, he reminded her of a bull, or a wild stallion.
Without knowing exactly why, or what she was doing, she ran her fingers over his hard, muscular body and began tugging at his clothing. She met the urgency of his kiss as she pulled his shirt wide, then ran her fingers over his sculptured muscles.
"You like what they did to you?" he asked, moving his mouth over her parted lips. "Hmmmmm, baby? You like it rough?"
If Gina could have possibly known what was about to transpire, she would have gladly bitten her tongue off rather then give him the answer she did.
"Yes," she whispered, feeling her cunt constrict, begin to ooze with a warm stream of cunt juice that slicked-up the inside of her bare thighs. "I… I like it anyway I can get it, but especially… rough."
"Good," Derek said, moving his hands down her arms, then placing his fingers against her hips. "I like it rough too… when I'm doing the roughing up."
He took a step backward and finished undressing, his odd stare burning into her. Again she felt a shiver of fear, but as his naked body came into view, she dismissed her thoughts as ridiculous.
Undressed, he was a work of art. Not like the Greek God that Tony was, but coarse.
Squarely built and evenly tanned, he was covered with short, wiry hair. From his crotch sprang a large, meaty shaft of cock that made her flinch. It was the thickest cock she could imagine.
"Rough, huh?" he whispered, again embracing her. He planted a long, lingering kiss on her mouth that was like a wound. "Well, hang on, you little slut, you're gonna fucking get it rough."
Like a lamb led to the slaughter, Gina allowed him to tie her wrists with rope at her back. When the knot was secure, he took another length of rope and attached it around the hemp at her wrists and threw the end of it over an exposed rafter in the ceiling.
He pushed her forward, and when her body was at a twenty degree angle to the floor, he secured the end of the rope to a stud in the wall. He then took another length of rope and tied her ankles together. He attached the end of his rope to her wrists, then pulled the slack.
Slowly, Gina's body contorted, her heels almost touching the back of her head. Pressure became pain. The pain became agony. He tightened the ropes a little more.
"Don't," she gasped, wincing. "It… it hurts."
"You want it rough, don't you?" he said, his voice even, although his breathing was coming fast.
Then before Gina could say anything more, he took a step back and then grabbed her by her hair. He jerked her head to the right and released his grip. The force of his shove caused her to spin around and around, her knees and cunt just inches from the mattress.
"Jesus!" Gina cried out, watching the shanty spin. She felt dizzy, but the sensation still didn't deaden any of the pain. "Wha… what are… you doing?" she cried out.