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Archive name: Madabou5.txt
Authors name: Frost
Story Title : Mad About You
Part 5 of 8

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     He pulled her up onto her knees, and she groaned and shook her
head weakly.

     "Jesus, Jesus," she whispered.

     "How's that pussy of yours feeling, baby?" he growled, sliding
his hands through her hair. He dropped to his own knees in front of
her, and ran his hands over her tight, taut breasts, marvelling at
the sensation. His hands stroked over the soft orbs, then his
fingers pinched and pulled at her stiff, hard nipples.

     He stood up, still holding onto her hair, gazing down at her
with a feeling of ultimate satisfaction.

     He tugged on her hair, unsure still, of how far he could go,
pulling it up, forcing her to rise, even though he knew it hurt
her, maybe because he knew it hurt. She gasped and yelped in pain,
but rose, straightening somewhat. He held her hair in one hand and
rubbed his cock over her face.

     "All right, Jamie, here's a nice hard cock for you," he
breathed. "Suck it off, baby. Suck it off like a real slut."

     Since she had first felt the tightness of the ropes around her
wrists Jamie's mind had been enveloped in a sexual fog. Her entire
world had been reduced to the sexual pleasures being inflicted on
her body. The more rope he h
ad wrapped around her the more excited
she had become.

     The pressure of the rope against her pussy, against her
clitoris, had only increased the force of that sexual passion. She
was almost unable to control her body. In fact, it was more like
her body was controlling her.

     The heat in her groin was powerful, irresistible, it throbbed
and glowed and tore at her mind, demanding attention, demanding
sex, demanding penetration, yearning for a touch, for pressure, for
anything.

     Her breasts pulsed with heat, radiating it. They were
glistening damply as she sweated, hard and throbbing, centered by
two burning hot embers that had once been her nipples, now so
sensitive that the very air moving across them made her gasp in
pleasure.

     And now there was the vibrator up inside her, the tightness
and heaviness in her belly, the hardness being gripped by her pussy
flesh, the weight of it, and of course, the frantic buzzing and
vibrations that was making her jerk her hips from side to side.

     Every time she moved her ass she strained against the ropes
between her pussy lips, making them dig up into her soft meat,
making them press harder against the base of the vibrator, forcing
it up harder against her cervix.

     And now she was on her knees, and Paul was rubbing his cock
over her sweating face, an outrage that would have ended their love
making not that long ago. Now all it did was turn the roaring heat
up higher, for she was a sex toy, and loved it, gloried in it.

     He gripped her damp hair and jerked her face against him, and
she cried out, but the pain was nothing to the pleasure, and she
opened her mouth wide to take his cock, panting for breath before
he shoved it in.

     She sucked hungrily, bobbing her lips up and down as he
roughly ran his fingers through. He started to pump his cock in her
mouth, thus violating another old rule of hers, that he stay
absolutely still when she had his cock in her mouth.

     Now he actually held her head in his hands, squeezing down on
it from either side, as he fucked his cock back and forth through
her lips. Jamie could hardly believe it, and the raw carnal nature
of the act set her off again.

     She humped and ground her hips violently, shaking and moaning
and suckling desperately at his cock as she came. Her pussy bit and
chewed on the hardened plastic buzzing away inside her. When Paul
took one hand off her hair and ran it down to her chest and
squeezed her hard breast she screamed.

     Screamed.

     The sound was not that loud, for it was muffled by the big
cock in her mouth, but for the first time in her life she screamed
in pleasure, screamed as the burning, crackling sexual heat slashed
across her mind and body, tearing the world apart.

     Her mind was dazed by the overload of sexual pleasure. She
couldn't think straight. And didn't care about anything anyway.

     Anything but pleasure.

     Anything but the glowing fireball inside her.

     Anything but the glorious sexual steam boiling her body from
the insides out.

     It wasn't until several sharp sensations managed to stab
through the haze and fog that she realized she had stopped sucking
on Paul's cock, and that he was slapping her face lightly to get
her attention.

     Not that lightly. It hurt. She started sucking again, working
her mouth up and down his cock. She was drooling, but didn't care.
She sucked and slurped and licked against his cock as he once again
began to pump it in and out of her face.

     "Yeah. Suck that! Suck my cock, slut! Slutty little whore!"

     The words stabbed through the fog too, but she loved them,
loved the way they made her feel.

     Slut, she thought. Whore. Sex-toy. Little slutty boy-toy.

     "Suck my cock, slut."

     He fucked harder, and then, even as she began to hump her ass
again, began to whine at the tingling and gnawing of the vibrator
inside her, the rasping of the now sopping wet ropes against her
tender pussy flesh, just as she began to feel, with shocked
delight, the approach of another orgasm, he thrust especially hard,
and his cock somehow slid right down her throat.

     Her mind was too blasted by sexual heat to react at first. All
she could do was struggle with the discomfort and the nausea, to
try to understand what had happened. Her throat...itched...no,
it...it felt full, like she was choking on something.

     She tried to pull her arms up, to raise her hands to her
throat, but of course, couldn't, and as her mind slowly managed to
wrap itself around what was happening, as she realized that he had
actually got his cock right down in her throat...

     She came.

     It was yet another massive goad to her sense of dignity, to
her sudden deep, gut-level need for him to use her in a raw, rough,
carnal way, for him to treat her like a cheap sluttish sex-toy. She
had heard of the term dep throating before, had even considered the
very notion to be exciting.

     But she had a distaste for sucking cocks, and couldn't ever
imagine herself actually doing...that.

     But no she had her lips pressed against the base of his cock,
and his balls were against her chin. She was staring at his belly
from an inch away, and her throat bulged with the thickness of his
throbbing male organ.

     It shot her off the edge of sanity, and she thrashed and shook
violently, humping desperately back as she tried to scream and
howl. Her throat was utterly blocked, however, and allowed no space
for either words or oxygen.

     She didn't care. She didn't care that she couldn't breath. She
didn't care that her chest was tight and hot from lack of air, that
her head was ready to explode. Her mind was fading out, but she
didn't know or care about that either. She bathed in the fire of
ecstasy as her vision blurred.

     Then he pulled his cock out of her throat, and she could
breath again. She fell back onto the floor and lay there panting
for breath for long minutes. She had a...taste in her mouth, and
knew...unconsciously, that he had come in her mouth...in her
throat.

     She moaned weakly, chest heaving as she tried to regain some
sense of what was going on. The buzzing in her crotch didn't help
that any, however.

     Paul slowly untied her, starting at her ankles, then her
knees, then her thighs, then untying the rope behind her and
pulling the two strands up to her breasts, slowly easing their
tight, biting grip around her sore orbs.

     Her wrists were last, because they'd been first, and as soon
as they were free she brought them around in front of her, to her
pussy. She lay on her side, her thighs together, and slid her
fingers in between them, curling herself up into the fetal position
as she humped slowly, rubbing her clitty and pressing against the
base of the vibrator.

     Paul got the camera off the tripod and stood over her, then
reached out with his foot and shoved her arm, rolling her onto her
back. She hardly noticed him. She spread her legs naturally,
rubbing her clitty as she moaned in pleasure.

     He eased onto one knee and reached down for the vibrator with
one hand, gripping the end and pulling it out halfway. He pumped it
in and out, then left it alone with just an inch inside. He pulled
back, and focused the camera as Jamie instantly grabbed it and
shoved it up her sweating, drooling cunt crack.

     She pumped it in and of herself, head back, eyes closed,
grunting and panting and moaning as she raised her knees and spread
them wide. Then she came again, humping desperately, whimpering and
sobbing as the pleasure ripped through her body.

     Afterwards he pulled the vibrator out of her, then lifted her
and carried her through the bedroom and into the bathroom, setting
her down in the tub. He turned on the water and poured in some
bubblebath, then climbed in beside her as the water slowly rose.

     They sat hip to hip, his arm around her, her head on his
shoulder as she tried to recover some control of herself.

     "Hot little slut," he said affectionately.

     "What's happening to me?" she breathed.

     "You're having fun. Don't question it."

     "Jesus Christ. I thought I'd go crazy."

     "What a way to go," he smiled, caressing the side of her face.

     "I thought my body would explode," she said, blinking her
eyes. "It was so wonderful I couldn't stand it."

     "You're making me jealous."

     He slid his hand down and cupped her breast and she gasped and
pushed his hand back.

     "Don't!" she gasped. "Oh, they're sore!'

     "Are they? Want me to kiss them and make them better?"

     "No! That's the last thing I want. They'll get all...hard
again."

     "They looked great hard."

     "Not that hard," she sighed. "Jesus."

     She cupped her pussy and felt the aching there, the rawness
from where the ropes had dug into her tender pink meat, and looked
at her wrists, which had rope burns on them.

     "Shit," she said.

     "I didn't tie them that tight," he said. "It was your pulling
at them that did this."

     "I...I know."

     "You really get off on being tied up, huh."

     "I...yes, I don't know why."

     "It kind of does something for me too, baby."

     "You're turning me into...some kind of...masochist."

     "No I'm not. You're still you. So what if you get off on
vibrators and ropes. We won't tell the man-haters down at your
agency.

     "They'd never believe it."

     "They would if we showed them the video tapes."

     "Oh Jesus!!"

     He laughed and kissed her before she slid down under the
water. He pulled her back up and she rubbed the water off her face.

     "What you are doing," he said, thinking for a moment "is
coming to terms with your sexuality."

     "Oh, don't give me that feminist bullshit," she said.

     "Okay then, what you're doing is having a helluva lot of fun.
Who gives a shit what other people would say? They aren't going to
know."

     They spent the rest of the afternoon in comfortable
relaxation, not thinking much about sex, acting like they always
had. He took her out to a restaurant, then they went dancing. That
night they made comfortable, easy love in bed.

     The next day she got out of bed in a relaxed, easy-going mood,
and went to the kitchen. Paul shuffled in a couple of minutes
behind her, kissed her on the side of the neck, then slid his hand
under her nightshirt and squeezed her bare ass.

     Then he put his hands around her and hugged her.

     "Good morning, Beautiful."

     "Morning, handsome," she said, turning her head and smiling.

     "Now why on earth are you wearing this?" he asked in mock
surprise.

     His hands began unbuttoning the nightshirt.

     "Paaaulll," she protested.

     "A body this sexy shouldn't be covered up," he said,
unbuttoning the nightshirt to the hem, then pulling it off her
shoulders.

     She considered protesting, but decided not to. She felt sexy,
and liked it that he was turned on by her.

     She made breakfast in the nude, then put his plate in front of
him and hers on the other side of the table. He halted her, pulled
her plate over next to his, then pulled her down on his lap.

     "Paaulll," she giggled. "You're being silly."

     "Silly, am I?" he growled.

     He buried his face in the nape of her neck and blew
raspberries, then they took turns feeding each other from their
plates.

     After breakfast she washed the dishes while he went out and
got the papers. When he got back she had the nightshirt on, and he
took it off again, taking the time to fondle and grope her body and
kiss her a little.

     Then she stretched out on the sofa...naked, and he sat back on
the recliner while they read the papers. Afterwards, Sunday being
their housekeeping day, Paul scrubbed the floor while she did the
laundry...in the nude.

     It felt very strange being naked all the time, but Paul was
insistent, and she felt too...sexually free and alive to really
argue. It was silly, but...even doing something as dull as bending
over to take the laundry out of the hamper, or squatting to sort it
on the floor, or reaching, stretching to vacuum the curtains drew
her mind towards sex.

     Leaning into the hamper she leaned further than she normally
did, and spread her legs as she did, imagining that Paul would come
up like that and fuck her. As she squatted, she imagined he was
below her, his cock rigid. As she stretched, she imagined herself
bound by the wrists while he fucked her.

     Several times she went to him, pressing her lush, naked body
against him, giggling and cooing, and trying to grope him, trying
to excite him into sex. But he calmly refused, slapping her ass and
sending her back to finish the chores.

     It was, if nothing else, the most interesting time she'd ever
had doing chores. She made him lunch, then tried to asses, while
watching him, whether he wanted her to sit on her lap or somewhere
else.

     He pulled her against him, but stopped her from sitting.
Instead he turned her around and pulled her wrists together behind
her back.

     "My wrists are still sore," she said worriedly.

     "Don't worry about it."

     He produced a length of silk, a silk scarf he'd given her once
which she'd never worn, and wrapped it carefully around her wrists.
It was loose enough that she could hardly feel it, yet she couldn't
move her wrists even the smallest bit.

     Then he pulled her onto his lap, having her lean back as he
spooned up soup, directing every second spoonful to her mouth.
Several times he spilled some onto her breasts, then licked it off.
She found that incredibly sexy, especially when he sucked at her
nipples.

     He lifted up a roll and positioned it in front of her mouth
but she shook her head.

     "Put some butter on it," she said.

     "Butter? The lady wants butter?"

     "Of course I want butter. What kind of a clod eats a roll
without butter?"

     "You don't stop being rude you'll get a spanking," he warned.

     "Sorry," she said, after an eternity's hesitation.     She
almost wanted a spanking. She was so turned on she had already
decided that if he didn't do something she was going to go in the
bathroom after lunch and masturbate. She also wondered where that
vibrator was.

     "Say please," he said.

     "Please," she parroted.

     "Please may I have some butter," he taunted.

     "Please may I have some butter."

     He reached over to the butter and dug his fingers into it.

     "PAaaaulll!"

     "What? You wanted butter."

     "Use a knife, pig!"

     "I don't think I need a knife."

     He took the butter and rubbed it over her nipples.

     "Paaulll."

     He licked at her nipples and she closed her eyes and sighed in
pleasure. Between the chill of her nudity, and the excitement that
had gripped her most of the morning, her nipples had been erect for
so long they were almost painfully stiff.

     He lapped and suckled as he reached for more butter. He dug
out another wad, but instead of putting it against her breasts he
slid it down between her legs and rubbed it against her pussy
mound, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and forcing them up
between her lips.

     She spread her legs and groaned as he pulled her head back by
the hair, forcing her breasts up and out tautly. He licked and
sucked, moving between her nipples as his fingers stroked across
her buttery clitty. He returned his fingers to the butter and drew
out another soft chunk, shoving that against her muff, forcing it
up into her pussy tunnel.

     He pumped his fingers inside her as he rubbed his thumb across
her clitty, and she ground her ass into his lap as she felt the
waves of pleasure rolling across her body. He chewed on her throat,
then licked at her nipples again as he jerked her off, then, as her
moans became more passionate, her movements more desperate, he
pulled his head back, lifting her head forward by the hair.

     He stared down at her face as he thrust his fingers into her
sharply, jamming three, then four fingers up her buttery cunt as
his thumb stroked rapidly over her clitty. He watched the passion
played out on her face, watched the intensity of her pleasure as
she panted and groaned, her mouth wide, her eyes tightly closed.

     Then she stiffened, her back arching against him, her crotch
humping furiously against his fingers as he stabbed them up inside
her. She cursed and grunted, her legs jerking and bouncing in mid-
air as she thrashed and shook.

     Then she went limp, her head falling backwards. He pushed
himself up, carrying her across to the living room before easing
down to his knees. He set her on the floor, then immediately rolled
her over, pulling her ass up.

     She spread her legs willingly, still hot despite the shakiness
in her limbs. She was on her knees, her shoulder pressed to the rug
as his hands stroked her ass. She felt his cock against her pussy
meat, rubbing up and down against the oily flesh, sawing back and
forth between her cunt lips.

     "Tell me what you want, slut!"

     "Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me, Paul!"

     "You want my cock?"

     "Fuck mee! Fuck me with your cock! Stick it into me!"

     She cried out as he thrust into her, driving his cock in to
the hilt in one motion. He seized her hips and began to fuck with
a harsh, rapid motion, using the oil of her body as well as the
butter to send his cock pounding down her fuck tunnel with fast,
driving strokes.

     He slapped her ass and she yelped. Then she felt his finger
against her asshole. She shuddered as it pushed in, sliding in to
the knuckle and twisting around in her rectum.

     He curled his finger back and used it to lift her ass upwards,
pulling it up in time to his strokes. He pulled his finger out,
then rubbed his hand against her greasy pussy. He gave her ass
another slap, then thrust his finger up it again.

     "You know what you need, Jamie...Jamie Buchman...you know what
you need...you need it up the asshole. Isn't that right? You need
your ass pounded. Don't you? Don't you?"

     He slapped her ass again, and she cried out.

     "Tell me you want it up the ass, slut! Tell me how bad you
need your ass reamed!"

     "Paaaulll! Ooooohhhh!"

     "Beg for it!"

     "Noooo!"

     He slapped her ass harder, and she yelped again.

     "Tell me what a whore you are."

     "I...I'm a whore," she gasped.

     "You want a cock up the asshole. Don't you?"

     "I...I...yes. Yessss."

     "Beg for it."

     "Fuck my ass!" she gasped, shocked to the core of her being at
her words. "Fuck me in the asshole!"

     "Yeah! Up the ass, right?"

     "Up my aaaaasss!" she moaned.

     "You want to be butt-fucked? Beg! Beg!"

     He slapped her ass even harder, and she cried out again,
louder.

     "Butt fuck meeeee," she sobbed. "Please butt-fuck me! Please
fuck me in the ass!"

     "You cheap slut!"

     He cracked his hand on her ass and she cried out in pain.

     He tore his cock free of her snatch and pressed it against her
asshole.

     "This is it, whore! I'm gonna fuck your asshole! I'm gonna
pound my cock so far up your ass the jism is gonna come out of your
mouth! Dirty slut! Ungh! Uhhhhoooooohhhhh!"

     He forced his cock slowly down into her tight asshole, and
they both groaned at the sensation. He loved the tightness as her
ass muscles squeezed down on him, and loved the sight of his cock
pushing into his wife's ass.

     He saw her wrists pulling and twisting at the scarf, and
slapped her ass again, then again, finding that it loosened her ass
and let him thrust forward sharply. He buried his boner in her ass
and sighed in pleasure, stroking and kneading her ass flesh.

     "Theeeere you go, slut. There you goooo. Your ass is all full
of cock meat now. You like that? Ehhh? Like that, slut?"

     He twisted his cock around inside her, sliding his right hand
under her chest to knead her breast, and his left under his cock to
stroke her pussy. He began to pump down into her ass, delighted at
his mastery over her, his teeth gleaming as he looked down on his
newly submissive, sex-starved wife.

     He began to pound his cock down into her with forceful
strokes, gripping her hair and twisting it enough to make her groan
and whine, using her ruthlessly. He rode over her, his arms around
her and clutching her tight as he buried his dick in her ass.

     Then his hands slid off her belly, one going high, the other
low. He squeezed her breasts as he stroked her clitty, and was soon
riding a bucking bronco, his cock twisting from side to side in her
rectum as she jerked and shook her ass.

     He rodded it down into her as fast and hard as he could,
straining to hold back the pressure from his balls, wanting her to
come again before he spilled his juice inside her. She was groaning
and panting and whining like a bitch in heat, and he knew she was
close.

     Then she came, and he let her spasming, sucking, squeezing
asshole pull him along with her, felt wad after wad, thick and hot
and wet, blasting out the tip of his cock and pumping up into her
slutty asshole.

Continued in part 6...

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