Get her into bed and stroke her pussy while I tongue kiss her until those bikini bottoms are soaked with her juices. Then slip my hand down inside them, and start working my middle finger in and out of her cunt. At the same time I slip the bikini top down off her shoulders, and start teasing at her nipples with my tongue.

Pull my hand out of her panties, and move my head down between her legs. Bite at her pussy lips playfully, through the material of the bikini bottoms. "You smell so good," I tell her, "I'm famished. I want to eat you; eat you for dinner. Eat you for a midnight snack. Nibble on you some more for breakfast."

I pull her bikini bottoms off, then reach down under the bed and pull out the restraints. "Let's spread your wings so that I can feast on your sex." Put the straps around her ankles, and then push her legs up and apart into a big V, and buckle the restraints to the headboard of the bed. Pull them tight enough to lift her ass a little way up into the air. "Oh God, you smell so good," I say, as I pick her bikini bottoms back up. I stick my nose into the wadded up bikini bottoms and inhale deeply. "You make my mouth water," I whisper, leaning in close to her face, through the big V of her spread legs.

"See how sexy you smell?" I say, putting the bikini bottoms under her nose. "They taste even better," I add, "Open up." And then I jam them into her mouth. I reach around her splayed thighs and grab her arms. I wrestle them underneath her and bring the wrist together under the small of her back, and cuff her.

I sit back and I smile at her. Then I press my palms against the cheeks of her ass, and spread them outward even farther. "Your asshole is quivering," I say, and when I do, it inevitably puckers up and winks at me. "And now it's winking," I tell her, "Like a filthy whore winking at a sailor, inviting him to have a good time."

I move my hands so that I can lightly stroke at her backdoor with my thumbs. "So small, and tight," I say, "But we'll soon fix that." I smile at her. Once again, I lean in close between her spread legs. "I like you. You're so pretty, and sweet. So, I'll use lube."

I get out my jar of AssGreece(tm), and begin to paint it onto her puckering pooper. I load up some lube on my pinky and hold it up for her to see, then as I sing, "Little pig, little pig, let me in!" I move it down and start working it inside of her.

But once my finger is sliding smoothly in and out of her, the lust overtakes me. It's like the rush of heat you feel taking a shot of hard liquor on a cold night. I fumble to get my pants pulled down, and put the head of my cock against her asshole, then I lean forward and leverage all my weight behind it and ram my cock into her ass.

Even with the gag I can hear her pain, but that only makes it worse, my eyes blurring, the red starting as little speckles at the edge of my vision, but multiplying and growing inward, faster and faster, until I can't see, I can't think. I just pound away at her ass.

At least, I think that's what I do. I travel through time, I pass through a wormhole of lust, and race down pathways into the primordial lizard brain. Colors, shapes, sounds, motion, moisture, spasms, grunts and roars.

I find myself laying on my right side on the bed. I'm curled around her, around her ass, her legs still skyward. My right hand is up at her head, with my fingers worked into her hair, with is soaked with... something. Sweat? Piss? Oddly, there's an odor of Southern Comfort hovering over us.

My left hand aches, but the pain is dull and distant, like it's asleep. I try to raise it up so that I can see it, and realize I can't, because it's stuck inside her. I lever myself up onto my right arm, and look, and sure enough, that cute little brown puckering button is now a red, inflamed ring around my wrist like a watchband. There's a blue vein running along one edge of it, and I can see her heart beats in it as it pulses wider and then shrinks back.

I lay back down so that I can reach up and dig the bikini bottoms out of her mouth. She has chewed them into shreds.

"Hey, baby, you awake?" I say.

Her head flops over so that she is facing me. Her jaw hangs open, snot is crusted on her upper lip and her cheeks, and I can see the white lines streaked outward from her eyes, left there by dried tears. She makes a gargling sort of sound. I take it to mean, "What?"

I smile at her. "My hand," I say, "when I pull it out, should I make a fist?"

Her tongue pokes out, and moistens her chapped lips. She works her jaw closed, wincing a little. But then she forces her eyes to open wide, and she stares into mine. "Yes," she says, "You pussy fuck."

My head almost splits in half, my grin is so big. "Yes dear," I say, then close my eyes and focus my will on my mostly numb left hand. I demand that it form into a fist, and then I start to pull.

I lift her ass up into the air, and then she starts to slide back against me. I have to lean my weight into her to hold her into place. The watchband that is her asshole grows wider, and then, suddenly, my fist comes out, and she lets out a deep, guttural moan, that reaches toward a scream, but fails to make it, and dies off into a rattle. She begins to spasm, and a little jet of fluid jumps up out of her pussy and sprinkles down across me.

I open my fist, and discover her turquoise pendant necklace. "Oh fuck," I say, and I hold it up for her to see, "Was I supposed to leave that in there?"