from her mouth and began to gently stroke himself.
“A few more minutes,” he said to me, “and then I fuck her.”
I nodded. I was enjoying fingering her hot little ass, so I was in no hurry. There was a delicious pre-orgasm warmth beginning to spread through me.
Alicia continued to grunt and moan, rocking relentlessly on the huge dildo. Every time she eased, or altered her rhythm, I slapped her bouncing breasts. Gustav watched on. His cock was so swollen that his own hand couldn't wrap around it.
Finally we pulled Alicia off the dildo and she stood. She was weak. Her knees were dirty. I helped her stagger across to the wooden bench where Gustav had put his sports bag. I eased her onto the bench and laid her down on her back.
“Manacle her hands,” Gustav said. He handed me an aluminum spreader bar that was two feet long. There were leather restrains at each end. I clamped Alicia's wrists into the restraints, and then Gustav used a length of rope and attached it to the center of the bar. He looped the rope through a ring on the wall above the bench and pulled it tight enough to lift Alicia's bound arms above her head.
The bench had no stirrups, so I held one of Alicia's legs and Gustav held the other, spreading her pussy wide and open. Then he stepped closer, lined the bulging head of his cock with the wetness of her pussy, and forced himself into her.
Alicia moaned. It was a weary, submissive, accepting kind of noise, as if she was resigned to this inevitable treatment. She was stretched out on the bench like a sexy slab of meat, her arms stretched above her head and her legs pulled open. She was powerless. Her body was being used for someone else’s pleasure, and she could do nothing but submit.
Gustav pumped himself into Alicia with long strokes, alternating between fast and slow thrusts of his hips. I was standing behind him and off to one side, holding Alicia's leg, so I slid my hand down to his clenched ass and pushed him deeper and deeper into her.
And then Alicia surprised us all.
“Can I cum?” she asked weakly.
I was startled... Perhaps I had mis-read this whole situation. Perhaps being powerless was much more arousing to this young girl than I had ever anticipated.
Gustav pumped into her pussy faster.
“Can I please cum?” Alicia said. This time there was a frantic desperation in her voice.
“Nein!” Gustav growled. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow and begun to trickle down his face and chest. The sinews in his bulging arms tensed. He shook his head and sweat splashed across Alicia's breasts.
Alicia turned her head and we exchanged looks. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but I saw incredible, sexy arousal. Her big green eyes were wide and pleading.
“You must wait until you are given permission!” I said with a stern tone I didn't really feel. Gustav grunted. I let my hand slide further down his butt until I was cupping his heavy bouncing balls. I began to lightly squeeze them between my fingers.
“ Ja! Ja!” Gustav growled. He pumped his cock into Alicia's pussy with increasing fury. She was writhing and grinding herself against him. Then he went stiff... and let out a high-pitched howl of release.
Gustav shot load after load of boiling cum into Alicia's pussy. He flooded her. Cum spilled back out over his cock and fell in a trickle to the floor. He growled again, thrust again, and more cum oozed.
His orgasm lasted for a long time and it was animalistic and sexy as hell to watch.
When his pleasure had passed, Gustav eased himself out of Alicia's sopping pussy and shoved his hand over her pussy to keep any more cum from spilling. He stood like that for a full minute, breathing raggedly, and I waited.
Alicia lay perfectly still. Her chest was heaving, but her eyes were closed. Her leg felt limp in my grip. Her exhaustion was obvious. Once she gave a small shudder, but that was all.
“Now it is finished, yes?” Gustav said. “We can let our little kitten enjoy her