And I kept sucking and swallowing and he kept pushing. It did hurt some – a good hurt – but the way it swelled my throat and filled me made it a glorious, unforgettable experience! I kept feeling the smooth, ribbed hardness of his cock-shaft sliding in between my encircling lips and over my tongue and saw that black, matted, wiry brush of pubic hair getting closer and closer to my face. And I kept sucking harder and swallowing oftener.
At last, my nose was buried in his pubic hair! New, biting odors assailed me and there was a fabulous sensation where his cockhead had passed the hollow where my collar bones join together. I was breathing air filtered through inches of close-woven hair, as if through steel wool, and all his body odors were coming in with it. And I was in a state of utter bliss!
He sounded like he was in some kind of state, too. "Unnnhhh…! Oooeeee…! Eeeyyoowww…! Suck it, baby! Eat it up!"
He didn't have to urge me. I was gobbling as hard as I could. But he didn't really want to go all the way that way. He had other things in mind and didn't want to get side-tracked. So he didn't cum that way. Just when everything was perfect – when his brutal, gorgeous, mammoth cockhead had settled into place between my lungs so it felt marvelously warm and comfortable to me – he started pulling it out again. If I could have cried, I would! I did all I could. I swallowed desperately and hung on with my lips and sucked fiercely, but it kept pulling up my throat and out of my mouth. And pretty soon the shoulders were at the archway and stretching it and popping through and I didn't have his peter in my throat any more.
He didn't even let me keep it in my mouth! And I didn't dare bite down to hold it. I mean, bite a guy's dick and he's just as likely as not to kill you right then and there! So I had to whimper my disappointment and let him pull it clear out. And all I could do was lick my lips for the last of the goodies.
"Goddamn!" He sounded awed. "First time that ever happened! You've really got an educated throat, kid! Getting a dick all the way in! Jee-Zus!"
I couldn't talk. I don't know what had happened, but I didn't have any voice. No voice at all! Just a wheezing of air when I tried to say something.
You bastard! I thought. Duane Fowler, if you let me squash my voice box trying to get that cock into my stomach, I'll put ground glass in your soup tonight!
I don't think he realized there was any problem. He got my face in his hands and mauled it a little, as if it were a boob, and chuckled with a dirty kind of tone. "Hey, you're the dumb twat who did all the yelling! And I said you were going to get cracked for every yell, didn't I!"
So he went around to the other side of the table behind me and laid his hand on my ass. I mean, there it was, two full, plump, pink-and-white, smooth ass-cheeks staring him in the face. And all that valley between them, and glossy brown hair only half hiding the wet, shiny, quivering pussy-lips. Enough to make a man's mouth water! And all he's thinking about is clobbering me! I thought.
He did! Oh, Jesus, did he hit me! The flat of his hand, swinging like a baseball bat, right onto one side of my butt! And I hadn't really believed he was going to do it, so I hadn't tightened up or anything!
Eeeyyyooowwweee! I shrieked in my mind. I opened my mouth all the way and forced air over my voice box for a horrible scream, but there wasn't even a squeak.
"Hey! You for real, Lee?"
I let my head drop so my chin was against the dropped table leaf. I couldn't even answer a question like that!
"You for real, kid? You really got the guts to take that without a whimper?"
He hauled off and smashed one to the other cheek. Christ, it bounced my whole body! And I tried again to scream and couldn't!
He whistled. "Whewee! Sonofabitch! You're tough as nails! Never would have believed it!"
But he quit hitting me. Maybe it wasn't any fun when I wasn't screaming and begging him to stop.
Damn him! He just started pawing those poor, smarting, upthrust ass-cheeks! Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad. I mean, he could have been beating on them. And with him rubbing and stroking and all, they did stop stinging pretty fast. Trouble was, they were sensitized until you wouldn't have believed it! And every movement of his fingers made me tingle all over! Shivers were running right straight around the humps into my pussy!
But he didn't seem to care whether I liked it or not. He was just interested in his own kicks. After he'd been rubbing for awhile he started squeezing the soft, full-packed flesh. And he got one ass-check in each hand, clutching it real tight, and started wiggling them around all over my ass! I mean, he'd push them toward one side and then the other – or up toward my back or down toward my thighs. And then he'd pull them apart until my anus popped open and felt like it was tearing apart!
I was trying to groan so he'd know it was hurting, but I still wasn't getting anything but a thin kind of squeak. And he thought I ought to be making all kinds of noise. "Goddamn it, woman! Make a noise! You a fucking iceberg or something?" And he snapped my ass-cheeks apart with a brutal shove. "Say something, you ignorant cunt!"
I guess I made him mad by keeping quiet. He went over to his clothes and pulled his belt out of his pants. And he looked at me with a real ugly stare.
"Go ahead and be stubborn, dummy! See how you like this!"
I did everything I could to let him know. With my arms clear out along the edge of the table, stretched so my shoulders already hurt, I couldn't push myself up very far. But I raised my shoulders by arching my back – got them up so far I felt my boobies unflatten and the nipples come out to the table edge – and held my head up and made an awful face and tried to tell him my voice was gone. And I shook my head and trembled all over! But he didn't want to understand me; I know!
He went back around me and nothing happened for a minute. I cringed and kept my ass as tight as I could and shook and waited. And still nothing happened. And just when the muscles relaxed in my buttocks, he slashed his belt down on them.
Oh, Christ! I thought. Oh, Jesus Christ, what agony! No, no, Duane! Not again!
He hit me again, the fiery pain shooting like a great spear through my body and exploding like fireworks at the top of my head. I kicked against the lashings at my ankles and twisted my torso.
"Thwack!" went the belt, curling around the mounds of my ass onto the side of my hip.
Eeeyyyrigghhh! went the scream in my head.
Thwack… thwack… thwack…
Yeeeaaaggghhh…! Eeeyyyaaaggghhh…! Ooowwwooowwweee!!! My skull felt as if it were splitting wide open and my ass felt like he was burning gasoline on it.
He just kept hitting me! LOVE OF JESUS, DUANE! my mind kept saying. You'll kill me! I can't stand it!
The end of the belt kept curling around me and snapping on my tortured, quivering flesh with a loud "thunk"! And when he got tired of beating my buttocks he started on my thighs. That was even worse! When he did that, the tip of the belt snapped on the inner sides of the jerking, writhing columns! And a couple of times the whole strip of leather curled right across my pussy-lips! I thought for sure I was going to faint, then.
And everything started getting mixed up inside me. I mean, I didn't know the difference between pain and pleasure any more. And I felt like I was going to come! But he quit beating me before I did. And he came around in front of me and stared into my face with the oddest expression!
"I'll be a sonofabitch!" he exclaimed kind of softly. "Not one Goddamn yell! You're absolutely fantastic! Nobody would ever believe that!"
I was so weak I just let my neck go limp and hung my head. I could feel the edge of the table cutting into my boobs – my nipples were just peeping over it at me. But it wasn't even discomfort; it was just pressure.