How her executioner would take advantage of her, and fuck her roughly with the trigger rope in hand waiting to pull the cord that would end her life. ...er fingers slipping into her vulnerable lips with ease, slick with her arousal she began fucking self as hard as she could timing her rough movements to the rhythm in her head. Almost subconsciously she reached up with her other hand to the rope by the side of the frame, holding it tightly as she slipped another finger into her cunt, stretching. The pleasure peaked to incredible levels and I toppled over the edge, spasming and writhing, my long, drawn-out moan filling the air. My pussy clenched around his cock and I felt it throb inside me. His voice joined mine with a loud, hoarse rumble, and I felt him spurt his come inside me, again and again. I was breathless and sweaty when he pulled out. "God," I groaned, setting my feet back down on the floor, "that was brilliant." He just chuckled. And started dressing again. I tried to say. It appeared almost white against her dark tan in the moonlight. The chill dampness of the night caused us to shiver at the same time so I urged her toward the door. We walked through the house and down the hall to the bedroom. Lainie pulled the covers back on the bed and motioned for me to lie back. I did as instructed and she curled up next to me, taking my soft cock in her hand, she slowly kneaded me. When I opened my eyes, the sun was blazing into the bedroom window. Lainie was still curled. Even more after we tried one of the condoms and it just felt wrong and incomplete. She insisted, that this is not the way love making was meant to be and next round we fucked again without it. I know I was stupid.... and naive... but to be honest, I was so excited to do it without protection, the risk of getting her pregnant multiplying that excitement, that during next number I've scored full pussy shot before we knew it. She had to be excited from my actions nearly as much, cause she squirted.