He bent forward and applied his mouth to her ample tits. The naked mounds of titflesh bobbed on her chest, as much from the movement of the waterbed as from her tortured, heavy breathing. She came the instant his lips touched one of those rigid, throbbing, hard little nipples. It was everything he could do, to keep his prick inside her.

"Hurt me, Charlie. Use me!"

"Hey, cool it," he said, wondering at the strange turn the fucking always took. "I'm not going to hurt you. You've get nothing to be afraid of."

"Rape me, dammit. Use me. Take me hard."

"Fuck me like I'm some whore, a bitch you hate!"

"I love you," he said earnestly, continuing to suckle at her nipple. The hard nubbin of erect flesh pounded eagerly against his tongue. He shoved the pebble of nipple down into the softness of the marshmallowy flesh below. The feel of the woman's heart beating fiercely aroused him even more.

"Fuck hard. Rip me apart with your cock. Burn me up inside. Hurt me, damn you, hurt meeeeee!"

She came. The orgasm smashed through her and gave momentary release from the world. She soared on the wings of ecstasy and then drifted down to the world again. It hadn't changed. Everything remained the same. Charlie's cock still moved sluggishly inside her cunt when she needed it to fly. The man's mouth still licked and kissed her tits when she wanted him biting her, raising blood and making her entire body feel intense pain.

She needed those things. And she didn't get them.

Tanya tried to relax and just go with the flow of the fucking. She knew that Charlie wasn't capable of the lovemaking she needed. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like with a real man.