My emotions were twisted into a Bavarian pretzel. On one hand I'd just come dangerously close to literally splitting a woman in half with a barbaric assault of lust-fueled cock, and almost splintering a formidable piece of redwood patio furniture in the process. Conversely, I felt a warm, overwhelming impulse to throw my body on top of this woman to protect her from the slightest breeze. I'd never met a woman before with the power to conjure such diverse and extreme impulses before
Like an out of body experience, I watched myself as I lifted Giselle up on my shoulder and turned towards the house. My eyes warned others back as her exhausted body hung limp over my shoulder. Her feet tickled my bare dick as I shouldered her, while and her arms hung at my ass.
I heard a subconscious, guttural growl emit from deep in my chest as if a primal force had assumed control over my conscious behavior. I felt a primitive connection to a lion, as I dragged my lioness to the den to procreate, her neck in my jowls.
As I entered the house, my heightened senses heard the light padding of Penny's feet following us inside. For a moment I thought about turning and telling her the deal was off, but her taut belly and firm, mouthwatering breasts flavored the animal insanity I was experiencing, and I held the door open for her with my foot.
"Oh yes!" she said in her melodic voice. "This is exactly what I'd hoped for. Come upstairs, we can use my bedroom."
"Penny?" Giselle's weak, confused (and intoxicated) voice inquired, as I carried her up to the bedroom.
"Don't thank me now you little nymph, just close your mouth and behave for us. You won't be sorry." Penny answered. She turned to me, "Mike, you can tie her up with those silk ropes beside my bed."
Penny's bedroom was a little more Victorian than I'd expected. It boasted cherry-wood furniture and a massive bed with four high posts in each corner. A sheer canopy draped over the top which could be loosened and drawn around the sides if desired. Framed prints of classic nudes adorned the walls in fine mahogany frames. I recognized daVinci's Leda and the Swan, the great Venus di Milo, and a classic Titian, The Venus of Urbino. The rest, while equally beautiful, were beyond the bounds of my artistic repertoire.
My eyes immediately went to the coiled silk ropes on the nightstand that Penny had promised. She had several colors to choose from, and I picked a pastel green color that contrasted nicely with Giselle's olive skin. As I tied Giselle up, she seemed too weak and overwhelmed to protest anymore. She just knelt on the carpet where I set her and accepted her fate with a whine and a moan. I bound her wrists behind her back, and roped them to her ankles which I secured as well using a clove hitch.
Giselle finally looked up, doe-eyed, at Penny and asked, "Why are you doing this to me"?
Penny laughed at her.
"Don't you dare play coy and with me now you little slut. Not after that performance you just gave outside. You're a good friend Gissy, but you're fucking uptight and this phony, pristine act has been pissing me off for years."
With that, she smacked her longtime friend across her stunned cheeks with her open hand.
"Now, shut the fuck up and open your mouth."
Penny's dominatrix alter-ego had come out and she grabbed my cock. I stepped closer as she guided it to her friend's hand-welted face.
"Suck this cock you little fucking whore, and do it right or we're both going to beat you like a dog."
I blinked in surprise at Penny's words. I neither confirmed nor denied her promise of beating Giselle. I just stood and watched her as she trembled. She seemed confused, and drunk. Not surprising, as she was also bound and seemed stimulated by the most awakening sexual experience of her life. She looked as if she would melt into a puddle, had I not been holding her upright with a fistful of her hair.
My cock grew in her mouth as the tentatively took it. Penny gently fingered her friend's breasts with her French tipped fingers and whispered in her ear. I could faintly make out what she was saying to Giselle.
"That's it, suck that hard dick for all your worth baby. Suck it good. Lick the tip. Tongue his hole."
Her face was so close to my cock, as she whispered her encouragement to Giselle, that I felt Penny's cheek brush my balls several times. The image was so fucking powerful I nearly came prematurely. I pushed cock deeper down Giselle's throat and heard her choke. Penny kissed her friend's temple and massaged her neck as she coaxed Giselle to open up and accept my entire hard dick.
I closed my eyes for a few moments to savor the sensation. I was swimming in pure, unadulterated bliss. When I opened my eyes finally I was treated to the image of a naked Penny grinding up against Giselle as she sucked my cock.