Terry bit back her scream of pain. Her whole behind hurt. Oh, God! It burned like fire!
CRACK! His arm rose and fell for the second time, and Terry groaned aloud. She took a large mouthful of the material of the sleeping bag into her mouth. Never… never, would she cry out. It was part of the code she had to live by… as long as she rode with Mickey and his motorcycle gang. The almost unbearable pain seemed to spread out… down her twitching legs, up her back… and into her churning belly. God! Let me take it! I deserve it! Maybe… it's n-not f-fair but I did disobey… now, I've got to take my punishment…
For the third time, the belt in Mickey's hand slashed across her exposed buttocks. A muffled groan gurgled in her throat, and she knew that she would have screamed, full-throatedly, but for the cloth of the sleeping bag she had stuffed in her mouth. The searing pain was almost more than she could stand… but, now, unexplainably, there was something else. It was the warm glow of sexual arousal that began to pervade her loins. She was getting hot wanting it… wanting Mickey to fuck her and she didn't understand it.
… Then, it was over. Her punishment was finished. Mickey tossed the belt onto the disordered pile of her clothing. "That's enough!" he grated, reaching out to her and placing his hands on the smooth skin of her tiny waist.
Caressingly, his hands trailed downward over the rounded curves of her hips to the soft, resilient flesh of the lithe orbs of her just chastised buttocks. He could feel the cringing flesh, hot under his hands where the belt had struck… and there were the tiny ridges of raised welts. He grinned his lewdly sadistic satisfaction, as he went on, stroking and massaging the fully rounded protuberances of her bottom, and he was elated to feel her shiver, electrifyingly, her hips gyrating against the soft caresses he was now bestowing on her. Christ! It's going to flip me out… to fuck her, now!
"Well… Mama… that ought to be a lesson to you!" He stretched out on his back beside her.
Terry moaned something unintelligible, rolled to her side and crept into his arms, her firm, supple breasts flattening against the lean, hard muscles of his chest, and as she nuzzled into the hollow of his neck, she could smell the musky man-odor of his seldom-bathed body. Her hand went down between them, immediately, to grasp with urgent meaning his long, thick and hardened cock. Gently, she pulled the heavy foreskin back, and her fingers lightly caressed his cock's head. It throbbed and jerked, vibrantly, in her hand.
Terry heard his grunt of pleasure, as her hand barely encircled the hot, pulsing shaft of his prick, her own passion already spiraling, the heated blood pounding in her loins, and she felt the moistness between her legs that told of her readiness… her ecstatic desire.
Pressing her belly in tight to him, she parted her thighs, allowing her voracious pussy to ride, undulantly, up and down the hardness of his thigh muscle. Her lips, moist and slightly parted were offered up to him to be kissed.
His mouth, hot and wet crushed her own, and she felt his tongue burst into her oral vault to be sucked. Hungrily, she ovaled her lips to take it deep into her throat… while his hard, rough hands smoothed down over her back to the still painful flesh of her protruding buttocks to haul her up, tightly, to him. Her soft, resilient flesh didn't hurt as much now, but she could feel his hands so clearly… as though every square inch of her behind contained a million super-charged nerves. Meanwhile, her tiny hand was busy on the hard shaft of his cock, as she worked her hand up and down the massively solid length of it. His wiry beard and mustache tingled against her face, adding an extra erotic touch to her sexual arousal.
Mickey mumbled around her lips, "You're really hot for my cock, tonight… eh, Mama?"
"Oh, God… yes! I can't wait for you to… shove it in… and start fucking me!" she gasped, giving his prick a harder squeeze, as she milked at it, her upper leg going up over him to pull herself up even tighter to him. Now, she could feel the moisture that exuded from the head of his cock, the slippery, natural lubricant wetting the palm of her hand, and she rubbed it all around the bulbous head.
He was all she wanted, in this world. Oh, yes… it was true! Mickey was hard and tough… and he demanded strict obedience to his every whim; on the other hand, he protected her… took care of her. It was just like being married to him, except she could ball anyone else she pleased… just as long as she was there, when he wanted her. There were other aspects of their relationship she didn't like… such as his giving her to others to use… or inviting three or four at a time to fuck her every way there was in the book – and some that hadn't been written up, yet… but she was learning. He had never mentioned the word 'love'. She was sure he never would say it. Such an emotion was beyond him. Did Terry love the bearded gang leader? Perhaps… in her own way, she loved him, because she needed him and depended upon him. Would she ever leave him? Yes! That depended upon when he became tired of her… then she'd be replaced, completely… or she'd share him with another mama. If he shed himself of her… what then? She'd just have to find another rider. It was as simple as that! She didn't want to think about it. Right now, she was Mickey Blackum's mama… and that was all that mattered!
Pulling her face back and away from him and breaking the deeply passionate kiss, she hissed, hoarsely, "Oh, God Mickey… I'm so ready… for you! Let's fuck… right now!"
She released his cock and rolled to her back to plant her widespread feet, solidly, her knees flexed and thighs splayed open, obscenely, as her hips ground in tiny circles under her, inviting his plundering entrance into her seething cunt.
"Well… I'm in the mood for a little cunt-lapping first!" he grunted. "You'll really pop, then!"
With exasperating slowness, she watched him, as he rose to his knees and came between her spread legs, dropping his head down within bare inches above her warm, pulsing vaginal furrow. His long hair hung down to sweep across her naked loins, teasingly, and the tip of his bushy beard feathered down through the moist, pink flesh of her sensate cunt. She shuddered with the delicious sensations being generated in her loins.
Excitedly, she begged him, then, "Oh, Mickey… Mickey… I don't care… whether you fuck it… or suck it… but p-please… do something!"
Mickey had never seen her this worked up, before… of course, he'd never fucked her this soon after administering a beating, either. He decided she must have liked it… that there was a masochistic streak in her, and he'd sure as hell remember it… in the future… Damn… that could lead to some real turned-on fucking!
He continued to smile with salacious satisfaction, as his eyes surveyed the feast she was offering him on the darkly auburn-haired platter of her sensate loins, the coral pink of her partially hidden slit sending shivers of anticipation keening along his spine. He noted where the delicious, narrow defile began at the bottom of her smooth, flat belly to slice downward, erotically, through the down fringe of pubic hair to the full-rounded, alabaster orbs of her buttocks. She lifted her hips up, rotating them sensuously, expectantly, just inches from his bearded lips, and he heard an involuntary moan of frustrated anguish escape her lips.
"Oh! OOooh… God! Mickey! Don't do this… to me! Don't make me wait…!"
With sadistically slow determination, he laid the palms of his hard hands high up on the soft, flesh of the insides of her quivering thighs, bracketing the narrow, pink slit, so that his thumbs could spread apart the velvety, yielding lips of her fleecily hair-lined cunt. Ever so slowly and with tantalizing purpose, he pulled open the slightly ragged coraline flanges of her pussy, until its bedewed, blood-flushed portal lay exposed completely to his lustful eyes. Greedily, he ogled the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of passion jolting him, causing his cock to jerk, wildly, between his crouching legs.
He was entranced. He gaped down at the widespread opening that glistened dully in the dim light with viscous droplets of carnal desire. It seemed he could actually see it twitch and squirm, the intricate delicacies of her secret flesh begging his attentions.
Dropping his head down the last few inches, then, he plunged the full length of his long, agile tongue deep into the quivering, warm depths of her wildly clasping cunt. The truth was… he couldn't wait any longer, himself.
Terry had been beside herself, as she waited for what seemed interminably long moments. She was just going to begin begging him, abjectly, when she was rewarded with the exquisite sensation of his tongue thrusting deep into the heated moistness of her needful cuntal opening.
"OOOooohhh! Yeeeesssssss! Oh, that's it! Suck me! Lick me… good! Oh, it feels… so goooooddd!" she exulted, as she ground her loins up into his heavily bearded face with undulant eroticism, the need in her was urgent.
Then, Mickey felt her tiny hands clutching at his long, black hair, her fingers entwining large hands of it to haul his face, forcefully, into the splayed-but, moistly pink furrow of her sensate cunt. She moaned and gasped almost incessantly, and he sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth, above, as he speared his hot tongue deep up into the warm, satiny depths of her dilating vagina.
Uncontrollably, Terry ground her hips down into the material of the sleeping bag, writhing and squirming with the ecstasy of her passion, little, unintelligible, animal-like mewlings come from between her clenched teeth, incessantly, then she would lift her loins up to him, pushing his face hard into the silky down of her pussy; at the same time, her fingers entangled in his hair pulled him in even tighter, as the sensitive, pulsating walls of her vagina seemed to open and close in a moist, sucking motion around the tantalizing thrustings of his tongue.
Exulting inwardly, the black-bearded leader grinned his satisfaction. His latest, tender, young mama was completely in his power. She was wild with desire… and getting wilder with each passing moment. He withdrew his agile, probing tongue and licked upward through the snug slit, pressuring through and parting the silky, auburn down, its tip flicking moistly in circles around the erectly distended shaft of her clitoris, then his mouth engulfed all, his lips sucking and drawing the warm, soft folds of flesh into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue maintaining its maddening licking of the sensitive, pulsing bud of her womanhood.
"OOOooohhh… MY GOD!" she wailed, shudderingly, as the arcing sensations grounded on the sensate head of her clitoris.
He raised his eyes to gaze, sadistically, at her beautifully contorted face. Her head still flailed back and forth, in tempo with his plundering tongue, as her fingers clutched tighter into his hair to direct his voraciously sucking mouth.
Looking up at her face through the valley of her breasts, his hands, suddenly, itched to caress and fondle, and they moved up over the white flatness of her belly to the full, rounded firmness of her quivering, young breasts, his hard palms cupping, harshly, their velvet-skinned softness. His fingers rolled the spiky hardness of her nipples, furiously, treating them cruelly, knowing that she preferred it that way. He chuckled to himself, as he heard her mewling moan of pleasure-pain. His newfound knowledge of her sexual arousal through pain gave him an extra sense of power over her. Hell! I can do anything I want to with her… and she'll love every minute of it!
Suddenly, Terry felt him lifting her legs, and she knew a momentary disappointment, when his rough hands left her tingling breasts. With determined purpose, he folded her knees back until they pressed hard against her passion-swollen tits. His hands pushed on the backs of her knees, raising her wide-spread, flowered-open, naked cunt to expose her completely to his wild, probing tongue and hungrily sucking mouth… and it was then she felt the hot, moist contact of his tongue with her tight, puckered anal orifice, laving and probing, experimentally, at the sensitive, crinkled opening. It sent maddeningly tantalizing sensations of pure ecstasy surging through her trembling, lust-filled body. She moaned for pure joy, the anguished whine of rapture coming from deep in her chest. She had never experienced such irresistibly erotic pleasure. She had never known it could be so good. Briefly, her mind dwelt on and marveled at how it had begun for her… this time, the pain of the slashing belt across her backside turning her on to sex as she had never known it could exist… but she couldn't understand it… couldn't fathom how it had happened. She dismissed trying to understand, concentrating instead on the rapture of it.
Again, his tongue shot into the sensitive opening of her cunt, and she cried out, pleadingly, "Mickey…! Oh, Mickey… use your big cock… now! Fuck me… in my cunt… with your hard cock…! Please… Oh, please…! I've got to have your cock… inside me… fucking me! Tear me apart with it! OOOOoooooohhhhh!"
Mickey Blackum chortled his pleasure with her abject pleading to be fucked. That's the way he wanted it. He liked his mamas completely subjugated to his will.
"Okay!" he smiled, lewdly, up at her. "You're really turned on… aren't you?"
"Oh, God… I could climb the walls… if there were some to climb!"
"I guess you're hot enough to fuck… then!" he decided, crawling up over her to wedge his slim, muscular hips into the forked angle of her thighs.
Eagerly, she reached down between them, taking his huge, throbbing cock into her tiny hand to pull the heavy foreskin back, smoothly, and guiding the blood-filled cock's head directly between her palpitating cunt-lips, below.
Not waiting, not caring, he went into her with a headlong rush, just as soon as he felt the tip of his cock touch the velvet-soft flesh of her cuntal opening. The head of his prick, swollen with trapped blood, entered the open, moistly ready channel of her pussy, expanding and pressing aside the vaginal walls with a smooth, sliding action, the thick shaft being absorbed, in its entirety, in her cuntal sheath, as he thrust deeply up into her with a goring, animal-like lunge.
"OOOOoooohhhh… Darling!" she moaned as the massive length and breadth of his mighty prick was buried in the resilient softness of her femaleness… to the very core of her vibrant being.
Mickey's body stiffened. "Cut out the darling crap… right now!" he barked. "This's just plain fucking… for the hell of it… understand!?"
She had known what his response would be, but in the rapture of the moment, she had forgotten, the fervent endearment just slipping out, unbidden. "Yes… I understand… M-Mickey…!" she murmured, contritely.
The gang leader relaxed… and she knew it would be all right, as she felt the pulsing, rhythmic expansion and contraction of the shaft of his cock against the sheathing walls of her cunt.
The moist heat of her captured and enveloped him, the exquisite folds of her vaginal sheath clamping around the hardness of his prick, the inner muscles of her pussy, caressing and milking at it, tantalizingly, at the same time as he throbbed it, expandingly, deep inside her belly. The sensations were an ecstatic torture to him as he held himself motionless, above her… and his whole being was there, inside her, in the dynamically vibrant power of his cock.
… Then, he began to fuck into Terry's clasping cunt with short, quick thrusts, upward into her soft belly, as he held himself aloft on lean, muscular arms, his hips cradled snugly between her legs to ram his ponderous cock home, deep into her softly pulsing vagina.
"Give me all of it!" she gasped. "Deeper! Longer… and faster! I've got to have more cock… in me!"
"All right, Mama… you asked for it!" Mickey grunted, as his huge, blood-inflated prick began to gore deeper and longer into her, its massive girth pulling the soft flanges of her cuntal furrow out with it on each outstroke to reveal the moist, pink lining of her pussy; then, on each plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back up inside of her, again.
Terry could feel all of his length and breadth as his giant cock rampaged in her searingly inflamed cuntal passage, every plundering stroke generating more desire. She couldn't get enough of him, and incessantly she urged him on with groans of pleasure, chanting in tempo with the undulant thrashings of their bodies, her pelvis moving, now, in wild, abandoned opposition to him, as she fucked back with feral sensuality. "Fuck me! Fuck me… fuckmefuckme! Fuck me… hard!" she chanted. It was a hedonistic litany of fuck!
Then, she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of her impending orgasm. She was there, hanging on the brink of eruptive rapture, as his big cock pounded into her, but she couldn't cum… yet. Finally, she realized that she needed to be in a different position. She had to have the hardness of his plundering prick going into her deeper and harder, with punishing force.
Straining up against him, she splayed her thighs wide and pulled her knees up to her chest. Instantly, Mickey knew what she wanted and stopping only momentarily, he shifted his arms to behind her knees; then, he came back down on her to press her knees back hard to her chest, mashing the tender, swelling mounds of her breasts flat.
Now, she was pinned to the sleeping bag like an entomological specimen, her loins raised and vulnerable, the whole of her genitals completely available to him for his deepest plundering thrusts. With renewed energy, he rammed his great cock all the way home in her cunt, and his sperm-laden balls smacked, heavily, into the exposed crevice between the fullnesses of her soft, round buttocks.
Terry moved in opposition to him, accepting and absorbing all of his hardened length into her cuntal passage and reveling in the ecstatic pleasure-pain it brought her, as his cock nudged past her cervix, with each bottoming stroke to crash into the farthest back wall of her vaginal vault.
"That's it! That's the way… I want it! All the way!" she urged, glad that she could take all of his cock into her needfully seething cunt. She mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with the intensity of her passion, the sounds emitting from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure or pain, as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her, almost like a well-oiled machine.
Mickey knew she was going to pop any time, now; as she neared her climax, she continued to mouth obscenities, spurring him on to ever greater effort, her body writhing, uncontrollably, under him, and his own passion rose, spiralingly, toward the summit, where it would end in a final thrusting, jabbing, spewing ejaculation. He was aware that his cock had become even harder and stiffer, expanding to full, lust-engorged erection. The painful need to cum was there, searing him, at the root of his prick. Damn! I've got to pop… pretty soon!
Beneath him, Terry was wild, delirious, her passion completely uncontrolled, as with upturned buttocks, she lay there and took his thundering cock deep into her lust-quivering belly. Nearer and nearer she came to that exquisite moment when delicious, ecstatic orgasm would consume her.
"Oh, Mickey! Fuck hard! Fill my cunt with cock! Fuck it! Fuck it… fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckit… Oh, fuck!" she chanted in wild abandon, forcing him to increase his speed, demanding and wanting her release… and she began the giddy spiral, up and up, until suddenly, she stepped out into empty space like an astronaut. Then she was spinning free in timeless space for eons of time… or was it only fractions of seconds?
… And, as her release surged through her with electric arcings, her body convulsing with the ecstatic rapture of her orgasm, her throat opened up in a scream of primeval triumph.
"AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuoooooooogggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
Even as Terry screamed with the pleasure of her climax, Mickey was goaded on to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer, harder and deeper, frantically, and his cock, hard as Toledo steel, pistoned the cylinder of her cunt like a run-away steam engine… until finally, he felt the hot, viscous semen jet, searingly, through the length of his cock, to spew from the slitted tip deep up into the moist warmth of her cuntal sheath. Spasms of pure pleasure coursed through him in mind-boggling, body-satisfying waves of sensuality. Then as his prick continued to pump the last dregs of his load of sperm from him, he collapsed on top of her with a huge, satiated groan.
"Christ! It was out of sight… Mama! I'm still cumming!"
Terry could only mewl an unintelligible pleasure-sound, as she struggled with her breathing.
After a few minutes, Mickey rolled himself from on top of her. He was satiated, tired… and sleepy. Terry snuggled in close to him and listened to the sound of his breathing that came deeper and more regular as he drifted off to sleep.
A few moments later, Peeper Martin was there, kneeling down beside her and whispering in her ear, "Come on… Terry, baby… get your ass out of there, now! You and me have got some unfinished business!"
"Not right now… Peeper…" she whispered back. "I'm all tired out…"
"I said… now!" Martin grated, twisting his hand in her hair and lifting her head up.
Her scalp hurt, and she could do nothing but rise with him, until she was on her knees and finally she was standing before him, naked and helpless.
"You're h-hurting me…" she complained.
"That's nothing to what you'll get… if you don't split with me… right now!"
"Okay… I'll go!" she agreed. "Let me go!"
Peeper Martin released her hair, took her by the arm and led her a few paces into the darkness.
Then, he released her arm, sat down on a sleeping bag and began to undress. On the instant, he had released her other hands were on her body, pulling her down to the slick material of the sleeping bag.
"Buck? Buck Sloan…?" she questioned.
"Yeah, baby… none other!"
"… A-And Wunder Boy…"
"Who else…?" the other voice rasped out at her.
They pulled her down to them. Both men were naked, and she was between them, their warm bodies pressed up tight to hers… and she could feel the hot bulk of their cocks against either thigh.
"You're the guest of honor at our little party!" Peeper Martin chortled, crawling on top of her.