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with
savage, wet, slapping thrusts that echoed through the woods, each
spitting a fresh wave of warm come into Kate's velvet sex.
    By the time he was done, Kate teetered on the
brink of coming herself, but the agony in her breasts was too much.
Mr. Johnson patted her bottom as he pulled from inside her then, as
calm as ever, kissed her hotly, taking her breath away despite the
pain.
    Once he broke the kiss, she caught her breath
and looked at him imploringly. “Please sir,” she asked, her voice
hoarse and throaty, “can you let me go?” She was torn between her
unfulfilled desire and the ache biting hotly into her chest.
    He left her without answering, but moments
later, the window slid down. The blood surging back into her numbed
teats made her shiver and tingle. She massaged them vigorously. Now
that the pain was subsiding, it was as much to see his reaction as
to speed the circulation.
    His reaction wasn’t quite what she’d hoped.
As if uncertain that he'd have such a prize again, he pulled away
and hefted the branch again.
    "Push your shoulders back and let me have
your breasts."
    Kate gaped at him for a moment, but his tone
was as hard as steel. She did as she was told, lacing her fingers
behind her head, thrusting her breasts into the frigid air. The
first blow came quickly, much harder than she'd struck herself just
minutes before—just like she’d imagined her imaginary assailant
might strike.
    Her breasts bucked wildly and she bit into
her lip to keep from crying out loud. Her pussy clenched.
    "Now, pleasure yourself."
    She didn't need to be told twice, driving one
set of fingers deep into her dripping folds while leaving the other
hand behind her head, daring him to whip her some more. Just as she
closed her eyes to concentrate on the growing pleasure, the
makeshift cane bit across the more exposed and outthrust breast.
Instead of recoiling from the pain, Kate reveled in it, bringing
both hands to bear on her sex, thrusting her chest out past her
arms so he could keep flogging her without hitting her arms.
    Just as she was about to explode, he pushed
her hands aside. For a man his age, she found that his stamina
rivaled his son's as his thick cock thrust into her yet again.
    She wrapped her legs around him and he sunk
his fingers into her ass and slammed her back against the car,
attacking her left breast with his mouth. She closed her eyes,
letting the delicious sensations of his lips and teeth devouring
her nipple and his incredible hardness drive her to another orgasm.
Her hips ground against him and she clawed at his back. When,
moments later, their orgasms coincided, she grabbed his face and
ripped his mouth from her breast, kissing him with furious passion
until, soft and birdlike, his penis finally slipped from her
body.
    “It was you who sent me that text, to meet
you here today, wasn’t it?”, she whispered, smiling as he held her
up.
    Anthony gave a wry smile in return. His
triceps felt hard as her hands gripped his arms.
    “After I picked up Robert’s property and saw
his cell phone, I couldn’t resist. Between the sexts and the
pictures he’d taken, it seemed a safe bet you’d show. Seems I was
even more right than I thought.”
    Kate felt herself blush.
    “So, what happens now?” Anthony asked, gently
extricating himself, letting her feet slide down his legs to the
ground.
    She regarded him silently for a while before
speaking. “I can’t see both of you at the same time; father and
son. It wouldn’t be right.”
    “No, I suppose not,” he replied, casually.
Yet she could see the brief pain in his eyes before he masked his
feelings.
    “And I get the feeling that you don’t want a
conventional relationship…Mr. Johnson?”
    “I’m not a conventional guy,” he
admitted.
    “It was you who stole all my clothes, wasn’t
it?” She said it as though it was fact. She hoped it was him;
otherwise it meant there was someone else out there, playing the
game.
    “I parked a little