Punishment For Two 5 (Patreon)

Far overhead, a plane roared through the air. It was loud enough, even at that height, to drown out the sound of Pat fucking Normandie—but then, she was trying not to make too much noise. It was just that she couldn’t help herself.

“Ohh, Pat, you’re such a good lover!” Normandie sighed, arching her back against the trunk of a gingko tree that she’d pulled herself up as Pat assailed her with pleasure.

Her pussy was on fire and she wasn’t going to allow Pat to back down now that he’d thrust her so far into animal arousal. There was something about the thought that anyone could wander by and see them fucking that excited Normandie past the point of no return.

“And you’re so good to love.” Pat bent forward and kissed her, his tongue stroking hers, running up and down the length of her mouth as if to imitate the coitus he was about to initiate her into. But for now, he was simply getting her too hot to handle—the way he liked his women.

Even as he tried to kiss her, Normandie gasped out, “You’re good, I know it! I saw it! Ggh! When you were with the Dragon Lady… oh, Pat!”

He pulled open the front of Normandie’s dress. She didn’t wear, nor need, a bra. He cupped one breast in a big hand, then kissed it. Normandie moaned at the feelings her swollen tit now contained.

“I wish I could’ve seen you,” Pat said. “I bet you were quite a sight, getting an eyeful of us…”

He licked her nipple, making her gasp, and kept up the assault. Kissing and licking until her nipple was wildly erect and pulsing hard.

“Fuck me!” Normandie breathed hotly into his ear. “Oh yes! Fuck me good with that big cock! It’s all I want! OHHH! I want to feel it all the way inside me!”

Pat chuckled and kept stimulating her heaving breasts with his lips. Normandie had no idea where his leaping mouth would touch her next.

He licked from breast to breast, down into the cleft between them. Then he licked lower, Normandie helping him by lifting her dress up around her waist. She almost passed out in bliss when she felt him dip under her raised dress and run his rough tongue over her snatch.

Pat wasn’t simply the roughneck he appeared to be. He knew how to please a woman. He licked Normandie’s clit until her juices ran rampant over her folds, making her moan so loudly that it seemed the whole jungle must’ve heard them. And anyone coming down the trail could’ve looked into the reed and seen her arched back over the gingko tree, Pat eagerly licking her pussy.

“Your cock!” Normandie pleaded. “I need your cock, not your tongue! But it’s so goooood…!”

“And you taste good,” Pat retorted, still licking her.

“I fuck even better!” Normandie promised, pressing her sex against his mouth to show him how badly she wanted to feel his prick.

She thrashed around, banging her fisted hands on the tree trunk until it seemed to reverberate like a gong. Pat looked up from his delicious meal and shook his head. “Not so loud! You’ll bring the whole camp down on us!”

“I don’t care! Yes! I only want your cock! Let me have it! Now! Oh Pat, PAT!”

She writhed around again, almost hitting Pat this time. He saw that Normandie had been deprived too long to be the slightest bit circumspect when she came. He might not even be able to stay on top of her when he brought her to orgasm, and it was clear she would orgasm. Maybe just in a handful of thrusts. So he’d have to do something about that before he started.

Pat pulled Normandie’s dress up over her head once and for all, then threw it aside. Reaching up to the branch where he’d hung his belt, he lashed Normandie’s right leg to one of the girthy roots protruding out from the base of the trunk and running along the ground before sinking into the soil. Ripping the sleeve off his shirt, he bound Normandie’s left leg to a root on the other side of the tree.

Normandie questioned what he was doing, but was never horrified or offended by the process. If anything, she relaxed a little, allowing him to tie her down with ease.

It took a moment for Pat to understand. She liked it! She wanted to be tied down! She even lifted her hands over her head, posing like some jungle sacrifice or captive princess from the cover of a pulp magazine. Pat unhesitantly ripped off the other sleeve and used it to bind her hands firmly where they were.

“Oh, Pat, I can’t believe you’re doing this! Tying me up… and now you’re going to fuck me, fuck me right out in the open! How can you?” Normandie whined. But her tone of voice told a different story. This was the way she wanted to give herself to him—a sign that this time, he’d be getting all of her, not just a token of her affection.

And he did have her. Pat moved close, grasping her straining body by her bare hips. He positioned himself before her and then shoved himself into her. Plunged all the way into her sex with his first stroke.

Normandie came the moment his huge cock penetrated her. Her pussy was already tingling obscenely with her excitement at being bound and fucked out in the open, where anyone could see, and her sex-charged body took full advantage of being filled up. Her slippery inner walls stretched to encircle his thick manhood, easily two inches thick and with plenty more inches for length. Normandie loved it. She loved all the thickness of his big cock, with every inch that entered her.

Normandie gasped for breath at her sudden impalement. Despite the fact that he was hilted in her, it felt like her vulnerable pussy was still stretching and opening to take all the virile maleness that’d been rammed into her. Normandie was greedy for more, desperate to be as oversexed as she’d felt, suddenly dealing with the imposition of Pat and Lai’s love affair in her mind. Her itch was eternal and delightful and Pat knew all there was about scratching it.

Normandie pulled strongly against the bonds holding her against the tree, not trying to get free, but merely trying to test the perfection of how they wouldn’t release her. No matter how much Pat made her writhe, she was safe from getting loose. And so she relaxed, savoring every last inch of the huge erection making her Pat’s. And thanks to her makeshift bindings, she was far more his than the Dragon Lady had been.

“You’re tight as a virgin, Normandie,” Pat muttered, his face only inches away from hers. “Unnhh… But no—you’re all woman. A man can tell.”

“Mmmm! A man can make me a woman,” Normandie said breathlessly. “And that’s how you’re making me feel—MMMMPH!—right now!”

Pat slowly pulled out of her seething cunt as if unable to bear it any longer. Normandie bucked and jerked hard against his flesh. It was torture for her to lose him. She felt the emptiness inside her walls almost more keenly than she had his presence and she shuddered, in spite of the warm sunlight shining down on all her naked body. Her pubic hair gleamed with perfect darkness in the light, droplets of her cream reflecting back all the colors of the rainbow.

Pat leaned in and kissed her again. Normandie sucked on his tongue, but he was strong. He wouldn’t allow her to do what she wanted just because she wanted to do it, so he pressed his tongue firmly into her mouth, doing whatever he pleased. What Normandie would let or wanted him to do was of no consequence. She simply enjoyed being his.

His cock took her breath away. She’d thought she’d already been stretched into a proper sheath for the massive cock he was making her take. She was wrong. When he thrust into her again, she was pulled and pushed into alignment all over again. If it weren’t for the flowing river of her soft arousal, she couldn’t imagine the pain she would’ve been in. His fullness still stung her delicate folds. But she got off on it. She would be Pat’s even if it hurt.

Being Pat’s excited Normandie. He was in control. He was a man and he was her master. He’d tied her down, though it was hardly necessary, to leave no doubt that he was in command of their sex, their relationship, all of this passionate world that just the two of them lived in. The thought of being his—not belonging to her own weak-willed self and certainly not Tony—aroused her even more. Every nerve ending in her sleek, sweaty body seemed to be begging for more.

Pat gave it to her.

He rutted into her with slow, methodical thrusts. He made her take all of his girth, all of his length, with each stroke. Then he increased the power of his lunges into her, lifting her up onto her toes and higher as he pistoned up into her. Her own weight brought her down on his pumping cock, driving it even deeper into her wide-open sex.

“It—it’s good, but—more! Faster! Harder! Oh! I don’t care if it bruises me! Ah! AHH! I want to take it all! Nnnh! I want to know I’m your woman! Make me your woman! YES!”

Pat chuckled to himself. He’d thought this chick was so complicated, but once she let go of her pretensions, she was one simple case. She just wanted to be fucked cross-eyed, like any girl. In fact, she was a little more uninhibited than most. He’d caught her silent message that she wanted to be bound, not just cocked. He wondered if Normandie had any idea that Burma would’ve shirked from any such hijinks.

Not that it mattered. The important thing was that it added an extra spice to Normandie finally being his. And being in plain sight was the same sweet torment for him. As determined as he was to enjoy this coupling, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing them like this. He didn’t want to share even the sight of Normandie with someone else.

“Don’t you worry, doll. I’ll give you the hardest fuck you’ve ever had! Rrrh! At least until the next time you spread your legs for me…”

“So give me a reason to come back to you! Yes! Pat!” Normandie demanded. “Do it!”

He fucked her harder, each thrust rippling through her luscious body, wrenching at the roots that held the tree she was tied to in place. He felt her labia spreading out around the impact of his pistoning cock—her delicately scalloped lips slick and sucking all around his girth.

The friction of the rutting mounted, despite all the juices Normandie lavished his cock with. Pat could see it was too much for her, but she took it anyway and he gave it to her anyway. The heat seethed and frothed in Normandie’s tight pussy—exciting Pat even more.

When she grew used enough to it to get into the rhythm, tensing and relaxing her inner muscles as he sailed into her… Pat nearly came. The excitement of fucking out in the open like this had robbed him of some of his control. And it finally being Normandie who was open for business also thrilled him more than he’d care to admit. But her sweet cunt—that was the thing. That was what really got to him.

Her pussy tantalized him. It relaxed at just the right time, then tensed so hard it was like it was sucking on his manhood. Pat could hardly keep up the frantic pace of the fuck with the way Normandie’s cunt played with him.