Amanda awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were still alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts. Also, my mouth was still taped and Amanda looked like she needed more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living. Amanda looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. "I need a cock, Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!" When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely oblivious to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me free. The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Amanda's right hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving for it, and it was a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued to work up and down my shaft. Amanda's obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it was capable of feeling. She was quite a fuck - probably the best fuck I had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to move, I'm sure. And some of it was due to the constant performance over the last 30-some hours. But, above all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never fucked me before, and there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I had never experienced before. I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me, as if she would not allow my member to wither and die within her. Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more. She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees, writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. I also wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even remotely cared. I didn't think so. ...

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