Chapter 16

Manuel had Renee and Fran change positions. Renee's heart thudded wildly as the two tied her down, her back slithering in the pool of sweat left by Fran's body. Her butt hung over the end of the table and her legs quivered with the effort of reaching the ground and taking some of the weight off her back muscles, already aching from the strain.

Combined with the anticipation of what was to come, the feeling was delicious. Renee hated herself for it, but how could she deny it? Watching Fran get fucked, eating her sloppy cunt had roused her to such a high pitch of excitement she would have fought the blonde girl for the privilege of being next.

The strain across her lower belly was excruciating. Every muscle in her crotch was pulled taut. Just breathing disturbed them enough to titillate her.

God! What was Manuel waiting for? She couldn't wait to feel his prick digging into that tight hole, tearing her apart.

She knew she was going to scream with pleasure. Now that he was half drained, he'd take longer. He'd pound her until she was whimpering with exhaustion, and she wanted it! Lying on that table, feeling the rough ropes that held her wrists, she knew that she wanted it that way!

For a long moment she stared at a crack that ran the length of the ceiling and realized what was happening to her. She hated Manual. And yet her body cried for him, literally. Already her pussy was weeping its stream of liquid.

Manuel stepped up to the end of the table and stroked her trembling thighs. Each touch of his hand was an electric shock that made her twitch

Eagerly she spread her legs, inviting him.

Hurry, she thought. Hurry.

Manuel was moving toward her spread crotch. She could see him between the warm, dark mounds of her breasts. Hesitantly she licked her suddenly dry lips with her tongue. Already, her hips were slithering her ass around, working her cunt lips in soundless words.

He was placing his prick against her. She felt the steady pressure on her twat and her hips started jerking faster, rubbing against it with more and more friction until she thought if it wouldn't go in she would go crazy.

There was a knock at the door. A firm knock.

Manuel stepped away from Renee and looked at the door in irritation. He opened it a crack and said, "Como?"

Through the narrow crack, Renee saw the outline of a woman's hair, a bleached blonde, and heard her whispered conversation, but couldn't make out the words.

Manuel shut the door and hastily put on his clothes. Not saying a word, he stepped outside and slammed the door behind him, leaving Renee and Fran alone in the room.