Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

There wasn't any doubt in her mind that he cared for her as a person, as a human being. He'd gone out of his way to be nice. He was like that. He wasn't the miserable excuse for a human the others had been.

Most of all, there was the mutual fucking they were giving each other. She could have fucked herself on his spike of pleasure. It would have been good. She didn't doubt that. She might have enjoyed it more than any of her other screwing.

But the important thing in this case was that each was trying to give the other the best possible.

There wasn't any selfishness. She wanted Harry to get his rocks off in a huge fountain of come. She knew he wanted her to have the biggest and best orgasm ever. She knew that they were meant for each other.

Harry just lay on his back and gasped. He couldn't believe how fast the girl was moving up and down his pole. She was fucking herself with almost blinding speed. The friction burned and seared and pulled at his done. His entire body seemed to vibrate in time with the girl's motion up and down on his prong. She was fucking herself so hard now that her tits bounced and jiggled in front of her body.

The way her eyes were closed, her mouth set in a grim line, told Harry that she was going to climax again in a few seconds.

He braced himself. When the orgasm seized control of the girl's tender body, he was ready. His hands shot out and clutched at her boots. He squeezed and rotated the globes of flesh.

Summer was lost totally in her sexual high. She felt Harry's hands on her jugs. That seemed to push her even higher. She floated and soared on the winds of orgasm. It was the longest, most potent our she'd ever had.

She cried out and moaned and thrashed around. He held her firmly with a grip that wouldn't release her.

For an eternity, the orgasm lasted. Then, slowly, she came down from the intense joy that wracked her body. She was drenched in sweat. She felt little rivers of it running down her body.

She opened her eyes and brushed a vagrant strand of hair back. She saw Harry's smiling face in front of her. She knew that he was the one responsible for pushing her to the limits of her endurance, the heights she had attained with her come.

"That's super, Harry, just super!"

"Yeah," he grunted. With her cunt still firmly stroking up and down on his prick, he wasn't able to say much more. He had to keep himself firmly in control.

When she started twisting up and down on his rod, he knew that she was going to bring him off this time. His balls ached from the stain of holding his jism back. He was alive, his body more aware of things around it than ever before.

Most of all, he was aware of how alive this chick was fucking herself on his prick.

She squirted his cock out of her cunt, then neatly snared it between her pink sex lips. She massaged and stroked and lewdly kissed his dong. He was lost.

As she came hurtling down around his cock, he blasted up a high arching geyser of jizz into her twat. This set off another orgasm in the girl's body. The touch of his fierce hot jism was all it took to pluck her sexual string one more time.

Harry blew his wad in one huge gout of sticky, stringy jism. The second and third were of lesser intensity. The jets following were nothing compared to that first monumental release.

He felt like the top of his head was going to blow off. His climax lasted and lasted and lasted. He was twisted inside out and pulled through a knot hole.

And he felt great.

As the last waves of his orgasm washed out of his body, he said to the teenager, "You got a way of getting to me. Damn it, I don't know what it is, but you have it."

"I'm glad, Harry," she said tenderly. Her hand stoked his stubbly cheek. "I think you're the kindest, best, hardest fucking man in the whole Goddamn world."

"Shut up, bitch. You don't know what you're talking about. What the fuck do you know about what I'm like." He didn't like the idea of having her hung around his neck like a millstone.

"That buzz off, huh? I gotta get back on schedule which means I drive like a bat outta hell if I want to get to KC before they start docking my company. Got that? Out of the truck."

He knew he wouldn't have the heart to toes her out on her sweet little ass. But he wondered how he could get rid of that puppy-dog adoring look in her eyes.

An idea began to dawn on him. It was worth a try if it would get her off his case.

"You're not going to really kick me out, are you, Harry? You couldn't!" she pleaded. "You're everything to me! You're my whole life now!"

"What the fuck do you mean, I'm your whole life? You don't even know me. Just because you sucked me off and then we fucked doesn't mean shit to a tree. Where do you get off with this 'whole life' shit?"

"But…" Summer began to cry. She knew he was the real thing. He was what she'd searched far all her life. He was so much like her brother, Bill. He even looked a bit like him. The way Harry acted wasn't what she'd expected.

She wanted him to accept her with open arms. She knew that he would, sooner or later. She would have to convince him that she was worthy of him, that she wouldn't get in his way.

"Look, Harry, I can do all sorts of things. You know how good I am in bed. I fuck like a rabbit! And I can suck cock! You know how good I am at that, too. And I can do other things, I can cook and keep house."

"You want me to marry you or some shit like that?" He was incredulous. It had to be the Goddamn soap operas these kids watched. A guy screws them and they think he's the only one for them in the entire Goddamn, fucking world.

"No! I just want to be with you. We're meant to be together. I… I love you!"

"The hell you do. I keep telling you, I just picked you up. I'm the meanest son of a bitch you ever came across. This Big Dick that raped you, hell, why do you think they call me Silver Tongue? Why did I get that handle? I enjoy eating out chicks. Doesn't that scare you? Isn't that filthy? Dirty?"

"Na," she smiled demurely, "I like having my pussy eaten out."

He threw up his hands in resignation. "What about my wife? What's she gonna think when I come draggin' in a piece of ass like you?"

"You're not married."

"How did you know that?"

"You just told me," she said triumphantly.

He knew she'd just outsmarted him on that point. But he couldn't have her around. There was only one way to drive her off. He'd have to show her that he was nastier, meaner, a son of a bitch among sons-a-bitches. The way seemed fairly obvious to him.

He'd do something so ghastly to her that she would leave him in disgust and horror. He'd fuck her up the ass just like Big Dick and Burt had. She would immediately identify him with the two men whom she seemed to hate the most – after her stepfather.

Harry didn't like the prospect of abusing the girl, but the idea of fucking her up the ass did turn him on. It's been a long time since he'd Greeked a chick.

He sort of dug it.

"I'm sick of you, you little cunt. Your filthy manhole makes me want to puke. Over on your belly so I don't have to look at your ugly face!" He slapped her across the face. His hand stung with the impact of the blow.

Summer looked shocked. She couldn't understand the sudden change in the man. But she knew the reality of the pain in her cheek. He'd belted her a good one. She quickly rolled over onto her belly.

When he started running his hand over her creamy white ass and making funny noises deep in his throat, she knew what he intended doing. He was going to fuck her up the ass!

He was going to do the same thing to her that Big Dick had!

"No, Harry, no, you can't! I… I'm still hurt up there. I'm ripped up inside."

"Shut your trap. I'll do as I damn well please. You want to stay around me, you put up with anything I do. Anything. Got that, slut, do you understand?"