I stood up, deep inside her, and carried her to the bed. Tossing her down, I fell down next to her and pulled her back on top. It seemed like a good time to let the woman drive... especially as I didn't want to get bit again in a sensitive place. She rode me like a whirl-wind, hopping and rocking and up and down. It had been quite a while for me, but it seemed as though it was a lifetime for my little Rusty one. When she finally climaxed, it lasted forever.

Almost literally falling off, I caught her and landed her snuggled on my arm. I turned close to her and kissed her at length. Coming up for air, I laid back. She bit me again. Getting up and moving between my legs, she started working on me, trying to get me hard again. With her varied efforts, it really didn't take long... to get long, if you'll excuse the pun.

This time I got on top; I knew this one would take longer, and I wanted to linger and enjoy it a bit. I held her down a bit because she was squirming all the time, then turned her over and changed to the old doggie style.

Her body showed some odd marks on her back, scars of old beatings, perhaps, and some small scars like burn-marks on her bottom. There was a story behind it, I felt sure, and it would take some long discussions to pull it out and let it die in the light of day.