Coping with Competition

"Ask me!" I mumbled past her succulent tit flesh.

This time she did not disappoint me.

"Fuck me!" she gasped.

"Tell me why you need me to fuck you?" I reposted.

"Because you are a fucking bastard, and you are treating me like a common whore!" she growled, squeezing my dick hard.

It was not quite the answer I expected, but it was good enough - I obliged.

Laying her on her back, I threw her legs over my shoulders and plunged balls deep into her on the first stroke.

Instantly I was transported to a new dimension.

I had no idea who was gasping or groaning the most, but the bitch's pussy was liquid fire. Pulling back, and then plunging in as deeply as I could, it felt as if she had a vortex inside that tight sleeve, capable of sucking my whole body into her via my dick.

Her hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time, scratching my back, grabbing my ass, urging my deeper into her.

And I tried - believe you me - I tried. If sheer effort was all that was required, we would be arriving on the other side of the globe within minutes, and by the most direct route possible.

Our tongues wildly duelling, I slipped a hand under her ass, lifting her, and allowing me to change the angle of attack slightly, thus able to plunge even deeper into her core. The change drew a moan of approval from my now totally enthused partner in lust.

Spreading her ass cheeks wide, I began orbiting her puckered hole with my middle finger, drawing another groan of approval from her. Taking this as my cue, I coated my finger with her freely running pussy juice, and then started pressing inward.

As my finger slipped inside, I discovered a place even warmer than her pussy - and tighter.

"That is very nasty!" Amanda growled in my ear, "Isn't it enough to rape me, now you have to stick your finger up my ass as well?"

"You asked me to fuck you - remember?" I mumbled, sucking the sweet sweat off the side of her neck, "And as for nasty, I am still going to fuck you in that tight little ass!"

"But not now" she grunted, her tongue circling my ear, "You can fuck my ass later, or tomorrow, or whenever you want to, but if you pull your dick out of my now, I promise you I will rip it off and beat you to death with it! Right now you are going to make me come you bastard - make me come right now!!"

And I gave it all I had - my dick, my hands and every ounce of energy I had left in my sweat slicked body.

Feeling her teeth sink into my shoulder and her muscles tense to breakpoint, I plunged downward one last time, doing my best to pile drive her through the floor.

It worked.

I could feel Amanda screaming into my shoulder as her wave crested, her teeth drawing blood as her pussy did its level best to squash my dick in a series of convulsions the like of which I had never experienced before.

I had only one thing left to do - I exploded inside her, cumming so hard that I was almost convinced that my cock was on fire. Grunting and straining with effort, I let fly salvo after salvo of hot cum into her battered pussy.

Amanda rewarded my efforts by raking my back with her nails, drawing my blood a second time within a matter of seconds.

It was in heaven.

It took quite a while for either of us to become really aware of our surroundings. The music was still pounding and the lights still flashing. Somewhere I must have allowed Amanda's legs to slip off my shoulders, since she now had them tightly wrapped around my own. We were slick with sweat and other juices, yet amazingly we did not have an appreciative audience - which suited me fine, since I needed the recovery time - and because I was loathe to free myself from Amanda's tight embrace.

"You are still a bastard!" Amanda growled, kissing my chest, "and this was still a rape!"

I made no reply, allowing her to continue.

"But since we both know the justice system sucks" she grinned, "I guess I will have to take care of your punishment myself. Be warned - the first time you fail to deliver this kind of performance, I will find a way of making sure you become Bubba's bitch - and don't even think of leaving town buster - I will be needing a lot of satisfying from now on!"

"I created a monster!" I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Indeed - and since my husband is a decent person who may never hear about this, it will be up to the depraved bastard who created me, to keep me happy. So, " Amanda sighed, pushing my head downward, "get busy before the music stops..."