Brad Boyer: Chains for Linda

He moved a little faster, still keeping the strokes gentle.

Carl pushed into Karen as hard as he could. His dick began to ache with lust and he grabbed a tit and smashed it as his prick dug in farther.

Sighs and moans rose from the quartet. Bodies glowed with sweat, firelight dancing over the moving backs and tails, on the chained legs and bound arms.

The sighs became gasps. The bodies moved faster, sweat starting to run – the heat swelled and the men fucked faster.

The room smelled of sweat, cum and pussyjuice.

Carl forced himself to climax, riding Karen until she shrieked and came with him, passion fusing them into one working mass of gleaming flesh.

Al kept up his slow thrusts as long as he could. Lust finally reached a shrieking pitch in his balls and he shoved brutally into Brenda's curt. His forcing blows brought her to orgasm as he filled her cunt with his sticky gism.

Tony held Linda tightly, almost crushing her to his side. The spectacle started his desires bubbling and he brought her head around and gave her a rich kiss, his tongue filling her mouth the way he wanted his cock to fill her cunt. His dick slatted to get hard and he let her relax against the couch.

As the foursome began to untangle, he started to look around for their clothes.

"Let's go on home, Linda. I want to try out a couple of things I saw tonight."

"Oh, yes. Yes, Tony. Anything. I'll do anything you want." She looked at him, love shimmering in her eyes.

"The big thing is – you don't go with any other guy. Not ever again."

"I won't. I love you too much for that." She smiled at him, meaning every word sincerely.

"Okay." Tony returned the smile. "Now, let's go home."

"Yes." Her eyes lingered on his for a long moment. "I love you. Forever!"