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CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK 4 of 4 (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER
[ part 4 ]
1. Rise and shine
The girl was in her cell cleaning her pussy as he instructed, as the man
poured some bran flakes for her breakfast. She needs some roughage, he thought,
and he looked forward to allowing her to prepare her own meals, probably
soon. He had business and errands to take care, but planned to devote some
time to her tonight. More roughage, he grinned, of a different sort; rough
her up good, he thought, see if she maintains. The previous night had been
most entertaining, but he longed to enjoy some torment, and the girl was
the only target available. He thought again about having another captive
for both of them to play with, and wondered how their relationship might
change. For now, she's the slave, he thought, and tonight I'm the slavemaster.
The girl didn't seem to be taking things for granted, and remained standing
in her cell after she was done, hands and eyes down. He reached out and rather
roughly grabbed her pussy, and the girl twitched, but did not move from her
stance. ``Come out an eat before your cereal gets soggy,'' he said, and let
the girl walk out in front of him, his hand feeling her bottom bounce as
she walked. The girl ate in silence, glancing at him once or twice as she
drank her juice. She seemed to sense that the light mood of the previous
evening was not a given, and he once again admired her quick wits. When she
finished he led her back into her cell and pulled her onto the bed, working
quickly, not quite manhandling her, but being forceful. He arranged her on
hands and knees on the edge of the bed and retrieved some lubricant from
the kitchen.
He pushed the girl down to lie on her chest with her ass sticking into the
air, her pussy lips thrust out from behind, and he paused a few moments to
play with her. He then squatted down and examined her pussy once again. The
hymen area was a little pinker and smoother than the surrounding flesh, but
appeared to be completely healed. Tomorrow, he thought, wait one more day,
but a little taste wouldn't hurt.
The idea made his cock come alive, and it was more than ready as he stood
in back of the girl and played the tip over her pussy lips, gathering some
lubricant. He had built the bed to be at the right height for this kind of
action, and the girl's passage was positioned perfectly for his cock. Here's
Johnny! he laughed to himself, and buried the head between her lower lips,
just penetrating the girl. She rolled her head over to the side, obviously
aware something significant was going on behind her, and he slowly eased
forward, just a fraction of an inch at a time. The girl raised her head and
made a little squeaking noise; ``ohhh,'' she cried, as his cock was about
half way in, then groaned a little as he continued the impalement. Her cunt
was as tight as it could be around his shaft and still permit movement, and
he rocked very slowly back and forth, moving no more than an inch in and
out.
The sensation was breathtaking, and he could feel the folds of her pussy
expand and contract over his head. He had a strong urge to begin pistoning
himself in the girl, but held himself back. ``You feel me inside?'' he asked,
and the girl responded ``yes sir.'' ``Try and squeeze me with your pussy,
just like you do with your hand.'' He stayed still in the girl, his cock
throbbing at the sensation, enjoying the sight of his shaft between her lips.
He felt the girl try to work her muscles, but she had no experience and couldn't
really coordinate her actions. Once she did nip at him, and he held his breath
at the feeling, being gripped strongly by warmth and wet. ``That was it,''
he said, ``did you feel that? I want you to work on that. Insert your finger
today and try to squeeze and release it, and we'll try again later,'' he
told her, pulling out at last with a sucking sound. ``You need some exercise,
let's get you on the treadmill before I leave.''
The walker was angled into the corner behind the punishment area, and next
to it was a compact weight bench. The girl put on a sweat band, socks and
running shoes he had selected for her, and when she was done he led her to
the machine and told her to grab the rails. The machine had a safety clip
attached to a string that would shut it off if she stumbled or fell, and
he carefully attached it to her right nipple, not wanting to damage the skin.
The girl hissed in her breath and a tear fell down her cheek at the discomfort.
He turned the machine on and set the elevation at the maximum 10%, and punched
the speed up to 3 miles per hour, forcing the girl to start walking at a
reasonable clip. When she seemed set, he went to the kitchen to fetch a black
leather riding crop, and seeing the tip was a little stiff, massaged some
oil into it.
He walked back over to the girl and moved the speed up to 4.5, which forced
her first to walk fast and then to break into a run as the speed rose. He
settled in behind her and enjoyed the sight of her flesh bouncing as she
ran, especially her lush bottom, which he proceeded to tap with the crop
in time to her motions. The girl was getting the feel of working with the
machine, so he turned it up to 5.0 and the girl was really running now, breathing
through her mouth and gripping the bars. He turned up the heat on the riding
crop as well, slapping her bottom and thighs with the leather flap. The girl
maintained the pace for a couple of minutes, but was out of shape and began
to struggle, gasping for breath and perspiring. The man knew she could do
ten minutes at that speed with a broken leg, it was just her muscles complaining
to the brain that caused her distress, so he belted her good with the crop,
``keep running, this is nothing, only ten minutes today.'' He saw her glance
down at the readout on the machine, which just turned over 4 minutes.
At 6 minutes the girl was in real difficulty, her lungs obviously burning
from the effort. The man just laughed at her, slapping her legs with the
crop. She almost stumbled and fell, but managed to recover briefly before
losing her footing, her feet pulled out from under while she tried to grab
the bar. The clip pulled from her nipple and the machine shut down. ``Bullshit!''
the man yelled, and had her in the punishment straps as the girl was still
catching her breath. He put the bit between her teeth and the girl started
to sob and wail, knowing she was going to catch it this time. He slipped
the butt plug in quickly and strapped her in the girdle, laying the first
hit on her ass and enjoying the usual results, the girl screaming and convulsing
from the pain, peeing into the basin. He never tired of this, and didn't
wait for her to recover before the final four strokes came in quick succession,
the girl slumping in the restraints as it ended.
He had to carry her back to the machine while she was still sobbing, and
stood her up while she grabbed the bars, putting the safety clip on the other
nipple this time. ``You did just under 7 minutes, but we'll penalize you
for the fall. Four minutes left, run!'' He turned the machine on and set
the speed at 3, the girl desperately trying to regain her control. When she
was walking reasonably well he moved the speed to 4 and she settled into
a labored jog. He pushed it to 5 and resumed tapping on her ass, now bright
red from the caning. He could hear her cry out a little as she breathed,
thinking she probably couldn't do this, so he encouraged her, ``ignore the
pain, just run. You could easily do another ten minutes at this speed. Run
or be whipped, your choice.''
The girl managed to regain her pace, breathing in great gasps and gripping
the bars for her life as her feet pounded away on the belt, while he did
the same on her thighs. She almost stumbled at the end, anticipating that
time was running out, but made it to the 4 minute mark, and he set the speed
down to a fast walk to let the blood flow out of her legs. ``I told you,''
he said as she regained her breath, ``did you think I would order you to
do something I knew you couldn't manage?'' When she seemed recovered, he
wiped her down and moved her to the weight bench, making her do curls while
he selected more weight bars from the stack attached to the pulleys to see
what she could take. Satisfied, he set her up to do leg thrusts and again
used the riding crop to mark her progress. She labored to complete the set,
sweating and gasping at the pain from her muscles, but obviously she realized
that her legs weren't hurting as much as her bottom would if she failed.
When he led her into her cell she was a mess, smelly from sweat and fear,
tangles of hair wet on her forehead. He set a tape up on the shelf along
with a couple of sandwiches, and spent a few minutes enjoying spreading lotion
on her bright pink bottom cheeks and legs, while she stood passively. That
was fun, he thought, but he was really looking forward to the evening. He
thought of the cat o' nine tails lashing her body, and he smacked her hard
on the bottom and locked her in for the day.
2. Whips and chains
Crystal was beat by the work on the machines, and mentally drained by the
terrible whipping, harder this time. She welcomed the hot shower, and stayed
in until her fingers pruned up. She dried herself off and brushed her teeth,
thinking about the night to come. She was sure they were going to play pain
games again, and she shuddered, fearful of what the man could do to her.
I don't think he'll damage me, she thought, remembering the branding scene
in yesterday's movie, but he doesn't mind hurting me. She cried for a few
minutes, feeling a fresh sense of the helplessness of her position, wondering
how she would ever get out.
After feeling sorry for herself for awhile, she grew bored with the plain
surroundings of the cell, and put the video in the machine. The scenes were
not what she wanted to see, women being whipped and tormented in a variety
of settings. The first sequence involved a pretty young girl with very long
brown hair, being whipped by a young, tattooed man while bound against a
wall. The whip was made of many leather strips, and the girl cried little
yips and squeaks every time it landed with a slapping sound. Her skin was
marked all over with many red lines from the whip, and every now and then
the man applied what appeared to be oil on her back and bottom before returning
to the whipping. She couldn't tell if it was real or not until the video
flipped to a later image of the girl whipping her own pussy with the same
loud slapping sounds, obviously not being hurt.
The next scene involved a girl being waylayed in the countryside, stripped
and tied up by two men, and hit on her bottom and breasts with their belts
as a stick was shoved up her. The film included a slow-motion sequence of
the girl's fleshy bottom quivering like jello as the belts landed. Later
the same girl was tied up inside, and her breasts lifted on chains attached
to nipple clips. It was clearly painful, as tears rolled down her face, but
again it was obvious that no one was really hurting her. It went on like
that; a plump blonde girl was tied up and slapped between the legs with a
leather strap; another woman was suspended from the ceiling by a belt around
her waist while a man in a mask waved candles under her breasts and slapped
them; two women were suspended together from ropes around their stretched-out
breasts, rings in their pussies connected by a chain; a slim blonde with
a large bosom was hung by her wrists and whipped; candle wax was poured over
an oriental girl in a cage; a girl with a shaved pussy was hung by her legs
and arms from a sling while a man whipped her between the legs; a girl was
locked into a frame with a machine pushing a rubber dildo in and out of her
behind while she was whipped; a pretty brunette was hung by her legs, flailed
and left with the whip handle pushed in her vagina; clamps, clothes pins,
bondage of all sorts, it went on and on for hours.
Crystal thought about what she was seeing. Besides being rather tawdry, badly
acted and filmed, she knew that the video clips were supposed to impart lessons,
and she thought she knew what today's were. First, she was supposed to be
reassured, that while he obviously planned to perform some of these sorts
of games with her tonight, she wasn't really going to be physically hurt.
Second, that she was to be an actress of sorts, living out the part of a
frightened young thing being tortured by a dominant master, eyes wide in
terror as he ruthlessly whipped and abused her. She considered if she could
keep a straight face under such circumstances, but she figured the man would
take care of that; doubtless what he had planned would hurt a lot more than
the women in these films had experienced. She decided that she would act
more or less naturally, maybe a little innocent and scared, and would allow
herself to vocalize her pain. She realized the goal was to please him as
always, and to avoid making a mistake that would result in real torment.
She finished the silly book he had left, thinking that both Justine and Juliette
deserved to be punished severely just for being so lame. She wondered what
a convent would be like, and decided she probably would rather be here. Knowing
that the night was going to be rough, she lay down to nap as best she could.
3. Frenzied
The man finished his work and turned one light on in the girl's cell. He
was tempted to have her prepare her ass, as using it while she was tied up
would have been fun. Give it a rest he thought, there will other times. He
was working as she prepared, screwing eye bolts into recesses in the ceiling,
and hanging restraints from them. He laid out a tarp on the carpet to catch
dripping wax and any accidents with other fluids, and brought in a stool
and a bench, like a sawhorse padded with leather. Finally he set up a table
with his tools; clamps, whips, wires, candles, belts and many other implements
of restraint and pain. He was anxious to get started, and planned to tie
the girl up immediately, without giving her dinner. When her time was up
he opened her door and stood aside.
The man watched as the girl moved past him to take her position outside the
door. She didn't look up at all, he thought. He glanced at her as he replaced
the towels and toiletries. She was quivering slightly, a frightened look
on face, her legs unsteady. He knew her better by now to think she really
was all that scared by the action on the tape. He had used another video
with the previous captives the first time, clips from sleazy movies about
concentration camps and the like, a lot of stage blood and simulated deaths;
women being stabbed, burned, whipped, hung, their nipples cut off, shot,
beheaded and so forth. The purpose of that video was to frighten, and it
worked, the girls practically peeing themselves before he touched them. He
knew that wouldn't have been effective with this girl.
So he told her the truth, showing her soft videos from Nuwest and the like,
women really being hit, but of course not hard enough to do any damage; they
were just playing for the camera after all. The girl was acting the role,
the innocent little child facing the dungeon, just at the point where she
realizes the hot irons in the fire were for her flesh. What was remarkable
about the girl was her ability not to be caught acting, because she wasn't.
She could make you believe, because she was able to make herself believe.
He imagined her being seduced by a wealthy middle-aged woman, opening the
young girl to her repressed desires for another woman, which really would
manifest; or with a jaded, worldly sophisticate fallen madly in love, who
believed that she needed him, wanted him, because she really would, for awhile.
They would shower her with riches with no regrets, even after she left them,
because always in everything at the core of her was something real; her desire.
He believed it was her destiny to take what she wanted from the world, and
he wondered how her life would have developed if she had been left alone.
He could feel her power working on him, and even though he recognized it,
he gave in and believed. The sight of her standing by the door, her eyes
downcast and her legs trembling filled him with desire to torment the girl,
tie her up and whip her into screams. He lusted to see her hanging by her
arms, and hurried his preparations, his cock erect and throbbing. It was
ironic that her gift was going to cause her even more pain.
When he was done, he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the ropes, cuffing
her wrists and pulling the ropes through the pulleys to dangle her from the
ceiling, the girl moaning a little when she was suspended. He picked up the
cat o' nine tails and felt the leather strips to be soft and ready, then
pushed her hair in front and spread baby oil over her back, bottom and legs
to keep the leather from biting. He paused for a moment to appreciate the
image of her hanging, waiting for what she knew would come, and then went
to work, swatting her with the cat all over her back, the whip covering her
skin with red marks as the girl squealed and cried from the sting. As the
cat picked up some oil from her body it landed more solidly, with the satisfying
sound of leather hitting girl skin.
He reached for the other ropes and shackled her ankles in padded straps,
lifting them to the ceiling as he lowered her arms, cuffing them behind her
back, her hair brushing the ground. He used the cat between her legs, oiling
her pussy well, the whip making a moist sound as it bit her lips and inner
places. The girl cried out and struggled in her bounds, making his lust soar
as he switched to slap at her crotch with the riding crop.
The man untied one leg, leaving her dangling by a single ankle, and tied
her foot to her wrists, forcing her to open her legs wide. He selected the
cat and whipped her pussy from above, and she squealed and yelled out in
pain, hardly being able to move her body trussed up in that fashion, open
to the punishment. He gave her a couple more swats and enjoyed the feel of
her warm pussy, which was growing wet.
The girl was playing the part to the hilt, moaning and squealing in all the
right places, partly because it really did hurt, but she avoided piercing
the facade by speaking or reacting to the situation as it really was. Her
reactions to the torments only inflamed him more, and he went into a frenzy
of activity, moving from one scene to the next in succession, breathing hard.
He lowered her down and tied the other leg back, leaving her hog-tied on
the floor. He lit a candle and played ``bomb's away'', standing over her
and trying to make the candle drip on a specific target, usually her nipples
and clitoris as she squirmed and cried.
He untied her legs and placed her ankles in cuffs, tossed her over his lap
on the bed and proceeded to spank her bottom, opening her cheeks and hitting
her on the inside curves with a leather paddle.
He hung her up by her wrists and clipped wires to her inner pussy lips attached
to a model railroad rectifier, zapping her with the 12-volt DC electricity
by using the speed control, varying the pain up and down as she thrashed
her legs in the air, as if trying to rub away bees stinging her privates.
He tied her feet and hands together and stood her up with her ass in the
air, paddling her bottom with his hands, first swatting one cheek and then
the other from below, lifting them up as he hit her, laughing as they bounced.
He tied her on a stool with her hands behind her and slapped her nipples
with multiple thongs of leather attached to a stick.
She lay on a padded sawhorse while he belted the backs of her legs.
He hung her by her wrists on a swivel and whipped her body from the side,
making it spin in front of him, presenting a new surface to the strokes each
time.
He tied a rope around her waist and between her legs, pulling on it against
her clitoris.
He tied her upside down, legs spread with a bar and put clips on her pussy
lips, removing them by whipping her until they fell off.
He put clothespins on her nipples, and listened to her cry out in pain as
he removed them, the blood returning and unleashing the pain from the sensitive
tissue.
Her nipples were wrapped in rubber bands and slapped.
He put a ring clamp in her mouth and swung her from her feet with his cock
being pushed in and out of her mouth.
Once, briefly, he entered her pussy with his cock again, as she hung from
the ceiling by her wrists and ankles, legs spread wide, but then he was out,
and the whip fell on her tummy and legs. But the man did not cum, nor allow
her to, and he left her whimpering and sore in her cell, throwing her on
the bed and flipping out the lights without another word.
The man stood outside her door, resting against it for a moment, not wanting
to start the job of cleaning up and putting away to equipment. The girl had
been fantastic, squealing and moaning in all the right places, twitching
and struggling in the restraints erotically. It was good, and he would do
it again, maybe not in such a rush to experience everything at once with
her. But he didn't feel as fulfilled as he normally did after such sessions.
Part of it was holding himself back from cumming, and he felt like opening
her door, taking her forcefully, while the marks of the whippings were still
on her body. But he was tired and there was work to do, and he didn't want
to spoil the next night. But he knew he was also kidding himself. He admired
this girl, worshiped her really, and he wished it had been some other victim
hanging from the restraints, absorbing his lust for abuse. He thought about
it some more, then sighed and got busy.
3. Crying in tongues
Crystal woke up a couple times during the night, restless. As she drank water
and relieved herself she rubbed her hands over various places he had hit,
and found no particularly damage at all, nothing sore or raw. Her skin felt
a little hot from being hit, but she stretched and flexed her limbs, and
everything seemed normal. The session had seemed endless to her, being shuttled
from one place to another, tied and untied, suspended and beat until her
mind was spinning. Nothing was sharply painful, but she had been abused for
hours without hardly a pause, except when he had taken pictures of her or
tied her at the punishment basin to pee.
She sat on the bed and listened to her stomach growl, not having eaten the
previous night. She glanced at the shelves as if she might have left something
uneaten, and noticed something dark sitting on a towel. She stared at it
for a moment, then got up to see; it was a package of cupcakes, something
she had eaten only a couple of times in her life. She picked them up and
went back to bed, but rather than eat them she started to cry.
She lay in bed sobbing and thought about how the man treated her and became
angry again. The man was like a beast, she thought, using me any way he wants,
even though I've tried very hard to please him. He beats me all night and
throws me a bone to make up for it. Her hunger got the better of her temper,
and she lay on her side and tore the package open, eating them slowly, savoring
the sweet moist cakes. She thought of the time with him that had been pleasant,
indeed more so, intensely fulfilling. She considered her life in the home,
only a week before, and it seemed dull and lifeless. She was confused by
what happened to the way she use to think and believe. She shrugged off the
thoughts, and pulled the sheets around her, finding sleep again at last in
spite of the sugar high.
She woke up the next morning as the man opened her cell door. ``I cooked
some breakfast, you must be starved, get up and wash and come out.'' Seeing
him, her anger and hurt returned and she rolled over showing the man her
back. She began to sob, pulling a pillow over her head, saying ``go away''
as clear as if she had spoke it, heedless for the first time of the threat
of being punished.
The man sat next to her on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder, rubbing
it gently. He pulled her up from the bed and sat her next to him, his arms
around her shoulder, while she kept her hands tucked in her lap with her
legs closed, eyes down, streaming tears. He and was silent for a moment,
and then bent down to kiss her hair, whispering soft nothings in her ear,
telling her she was a special girl. She suddenly felt herself break down
and burst into tears, burying her face in her hands as the man held her head
to his chest and stroked her hair. She wanted to yell at him, if I'm special
then why do you hurt me? He kissed her again and laid her down on the bed
holding her while she sobbed.
After awhile her need to cry ran out, and she sniffled as the man wiped her
face with a sheet. She looked up and connected with his eyes for the first
time, and he held her gaze until she blushed and buried her face in his chest
again. The look in the man's eyes frightened her more than the pain he could
inflict. It was the look a man gives to the object of his desire, and she
wasn't ready for such emotions. She felt the man hug her again, stroking
her hair and back, and once again was able to control her thoughts and feelings
to her best advantage. She snuggled closer and let her hands run through
the hair on his chest and allowed herself to enjoy being held. There's no
point at all in this, she thought. It can be a good day, he's in a good mood;
encourage him. She willed her hands down to his cock, possessing the gift
of being able to want to touch it, to desire feeling it in her fingers.
The man kissed her on the lips and let his hand fall to her bottom, and she
opened her leg to let him feel the inside curve of the cheek he liked to
squeeze. He continued to kiss and lick her lips, running his hands more vigorously
over her, slipping one hand down to rub her tummy and mound. She had never
spoken first to the man, but she felt the time was right, and she heard herself
quietly say, ``Put it in me, please sir.'' The man stopped, and reached up
to turn her face in his hands, holding her gaze again, and pushing his hands
between her legs, found her warm, moist and willing. He first expressed surprise,
and then shook his head as if in acknowledgment, dropping his gaze. ``Men
will die for you,'' he said, and flipped her on her back, spreading her legs
and gently massaging her thighs, running his hands down between them, as
she rose to meet their touch.
Crystal lay back to enjoy his attention, and considered his words. Will they
indeed, she thought? Will I want them to? She smiled a little and felt better,
allowing herself to stay engaged in the feeling of the moment. She wanted
his cock inside her, and submitting to her will, her body responded, the
man's hands raising her temperature as she felt her pussy beginning to come
alive. The man got up on his arms and lifted her knees back, rubbing his
cock between her legs as she reached down to help. She didn't need to be
rubbed, she wanted him inside, and she guided the soft tip down and into
her. The feeling of him entering was perfect to her, his member sliding in
easily, but tightly filling her like a missing part of her anatomy. She heard
herself panting and moaning, and lifted her feet up to pull on his bottom,
urging him in.
The man gently moved with her, kissing her on the lips again, and she returned
it. The feeling of their tongues inside her mouth made her giggle, and she
couldn't stop for a minute, starting the man laughing as well. ``It is kind
of weird, isn't it?'' he asked. But when he did it again it felt natural
and she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to merge with him, deeply
impaled. She felt the man moving in her, but not stroking in and out as he
had done with her ass. ``Later,'' the man said, reading her thoughts as if
they were printed on her skin. ``Let's eat, I have to leave for the day.''
She concentrated hard and succeeded in nipping at his cock with her pussy
as he withdrew it, and he laughed again. ``I'll look forward to more of that
tonight.''
4. Lessons and letdown
The day flew by for her, with two books and the usual video to absorb. The
first book was called ``The Joy of Sex'', which was a general manual of sexual
play, and the other a photo manual with text describing over a hundred positions
for intercourse, all with the man's penis in the model's vagina. She guessed
that meant she was ready to be used in that fashion and wondered how it would
feel compared to her bottom. He had been inside, but hadn't really moved
it in and out. It had felt ``right'' somehow to her, like it should be. She
knew she was being naughty for wanting more of it, and wondered if it made
any difference if she was. So I'm a nasty girl, she thought, turning it over
in her head; nasty Crystal.
He had left her a few Oreos along with her lunch, just one sandwich today.
She ate half the sandwich and a cookie, watching the tape, which consisted
of four hours of men and women having sex, endless sequences of attractive
studs with huge cocks plunging into vaginas of all different sorts, usually
belonging to women with large breasts not bestowed by nature. She wasn't
surprised at the immense penises anymore, all the men seemed to be giants,
but was amazed at the different shapes and sizes of the pussies, and the
way their insides varied. She bent over to consider her own, and decided
that it was well shaped in comparison to some of the sloppy lips she had
seen. She had become aroused by the books and tape, and wished she could
lie back and feel herself, but she knew that was out of the question.
The lesson from the materials today was obvious, learn to ``fuck'', as most
of the people on the tape called it. She giggled at one women being taken
from behind as the man grabbed her hair, saying ``fuck me, fuck me'' over
and over, countless times, conveying her sexual state by the emphasis she
gave the words; ``fuuccckk meeee,'' as she shivered and moaned, and then
``FUCK ME, FUCK ME!'' as the man pounded into her with slapping noises. I
hope I don't look that silly, she thought, and I'll never, ever say ``fuck
me.'' She giggled some more as the blonde women continued her mantra while
the man humped away. She was surprised at how vigorously they were coupling,
and thought her ass would have been rubbed raw if the man had thrusted that
hard. Apparently pussies could take more punishment.
She looked over the photo manual again and tried to adopt all the poses,
some of which were very uncomfortable, and required greater arm strength
than she possessed. She practiced thrusting back and forth, imagining the
man's cock inside her as she moved, trying to make sure she was holding her
hips right. She looked down at herself as she squatted on the bed as if he
was underneath, to see how her pussy lined up. Finally she did more exercises
with the toothbrush inside her instead of her finger, trying to grip and
release it with only her insides. She remembered the scene in the film where
the stage performer smoked a cigarette with her pussy, and now she could
imagine how it was done. I'm basically doing the same to the toothbrush,
she thought, and giggled at the sight of it pulsing in and out of her as
she leaned over to watch.
She napped lightly on the bed, impatient for the man to arrive, thinking
about how mean he was to her last night, and hoping he would be equally as
loving this night. She was fully asleep when the tone sounded on the speaker,
but she sprang up quickly from bed to get ready. She started the shower running
and went for a towel before noting that two green lights were on above the
door.
Her confidence was shattered by the lights. It meant she had to undergo the
torment of the enema procedure, which was almost agony, and it meant the
man was going to use her ass. She didn't mind being taken there, it could
be quite exciting if he was gentle, but she had been counting on being loved
tonight, not abused, and she rebuked herself for being stupid and naive.
She buried her head in her hands and cried for a minute.
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There was nothing to do but get ready, and time was short, so she sniffed
back her tears and sat on the toilet, pushing the nozzle in and pressing
the button on the fixture. The pain and humiliation was there, but her sobs
were especially for her disappointment, and the procedure seemed to pass
quicker than before. She was still crying to herself when she stepped in
the shower, and it took her some time to compose herself for the man. She
didn't dare pout and resist his advances, she knew.
She considered the matter further as she towered her hair. He was going to
use her pussy tonight, of that she was sure, and mostly in a loving way.
His manner that morning was that of a father soothing his daughter's troubles.
He had kissed her when he left, patted her bottom tenderly, and he had left
cookies for her lunch. And she knew the quantity of water from the hose had
been less, she was positive about that, and perhaps the waiting time was
shorter. The man had turned it down a notch, she thought, the procedure now
being less for torment that his desire for cleanliness, of which she was
well aware by now.
The more she thought about it, the more she was sure that the two green lights
were intended to be another sort of signal. The man did intend to love her
that night, but he was also telling her that she was still his property,
to be used as he saw fit. Or maybe he just wanted her ass as well as her
pussy, she mused. It doesn't matter, she thought, and she calmed herself,
sitting on the bed waiting for the door to open. What would tonight bring?
Pain, pleasure, or both?
5. Flowers
The man returned home from shopping anxious to be with the girl. The activities
of the previous night and this morning left him aching for release, and the
prospect of straight sex with a willing and eager ten year-old girl with
a fully capable pussy drove him crazy with lust, especially this girl. He
already knew it was going to be spectacular and was so distracted he almost
ran his car off the road at one point. I better relax, he thought, or I'll
cum before I get home.
As soon as he got inside he set off her preparation signal, hitting both
lights. He wanted all of her tonight, pussy and ass, but he knew the girl
would be upset. Tough, he thought, she's still mine. Besides, he had adjusted
the amount of water and the timing so it wouldn't be that much of a torment,
while still doing more than an adequate job. The first two cleanings were
for fun, he chuckled.
The man had noted the girl's unfamiliarity with the Chinese food he brought
the other night, particularly the shrimp, so he was sure she had never tasted
more expensive fare. He decided her palate needed to be educated, and brought
home cold crab, fine cheese and artisan bread for starters, and four large
lobster tails. He liked to treat his girls, it was some sort of compensation
for the abuse, and tonight would be special anyway. He went downstairs and
laid out the table while the girl finished her preparations, setting a glass
vase with flowers from his garden by her plate, fragrant cupped bush roses,
large and firm. When the time was nearly up, he opened her door, and caught
her still toweling her hair. Before she could react he reassured her, ``just
getting the hair dryer for you. Come here, you look yummy.'' The girl dropped
the towel and walked over to him, and he met her with open arms, lifting
and hugging her head to his shoulder with his hands on her bottom. He set
her down and gave her a kiss, and the girl responded back. Good, he thought,
she's adjusted her mood. He handed her the dryer and went back to work on
the dinner. ``Come out when you're ready.''
He was working on the lobster tails when she came out. She hesitated for
a moment and then walked over to sit down at the table. Let's get her tail
into something, the man thought, remembering his plans. He wiped his hands
off and brought out a pair of panties he thought would suit her, plain cotton
with little blue flowers. He interrupted the girl as she was sitting down,
and said, ``here, put these on first, you should be dressed for dinner.''
The girl smiled, and took the panties from him, holding them out in front
of her, turning them over in her hands as if she was considering purchasing
them in a store. She stepped into them and pulled them up slowly and evenly,
smoothing them over her crotch, then turned around and showed off her bottom
pertly, thrusting it out and letting her hair cascade down her back while
she adjusted the elastic. When she sat back down she scrunched her bottom
around in the chair as if testing how they were to sit in, still smiling
in a naughty way.
The heck with dinner, the man thought, his cock poking out between his open
robe. He knelt in front of the girl and spread her legs, admiring the way
the flowered panties hugged her privates, and leaned down to kiss her full
on the fabric just above where he guessed her pleasure center lay. He stood
up and stroked her hair, and the girl spread his robe and teased his cock
with her fingers for a moment, finally sucking it into her mouth slowly with
her hands on his legs. He stuck his hands under her hair and held her head
as she played games with her mouth; continuing to suck as she pulled away
slowly, his cock pulling out with a pop, and quickly engulfing him again
so that he felt nothing but air until her entire mouth formed over him at
once. Then she sucked his cock head between her lips, licking the end as
her little hand pumped the shaft, the other cradling his balls. This was
too much for now, and he pulled out and kissed her on the forehead.
He reached down to the girl and grabbed the panties by the band, pulling
them under her bottom and down to her feet, spreading her legs apart on the
chair. He reached over for one of the roses, a huge apricot David Austin,
the petals swirling to meet in the center. He tickled it under her nose and
she laughed and smelled the sweet fragrance. He then he did the same between
her legs, teasing her pussy lips with the soft petals as she pulled her knees
up and gripped the chair seat with a gasp. He pressed the rose in firmer,
spreading her lips and pulsing it in and out as he wiped it up and down her
inner lips, stopping over her clit and rubbing the petals in. The girl was
looking down at the scene and breathing in little pants.
The rose started to come apart, and he gathered it up before it disintegrated,
picking another blossom, still furled into a soft bud. He rubbed the tip
softly over the girl's clit and then moved it down to her entrance, pushing
it inside as she held her breath, just so the entire bud was engulfed, and
the girl let out her breath all at once, oohing and ahhing. He slowly turned
the rose inside her as he bent to lick her pussy, the smell of myrrh in his
nose. She came almost gently, a soft shudder that shook her whole body at
once, as she leaned forward and hugged his head in her arms. He waited as
she cooled down, removing the rose before it fell apart inside her, and kissing
her outer lips. ``Nice, we'll do that some more later. Go ahead and eat what
you like here while I fix dinner,'' he said, scooping up the spent roses.
``This here is crab,'' indicating a bowl full of the sweet meat.
He finished cleaning the lobster tails and warmed up a small built-in oven
under the counter, cutting up the meat and returning it to its shell mixed
with heavy cream, butter and spices. When done, you could pick pieces of
the meat out of the shell, without having to pull the whole tail out to cut
it up. He glanced over at the girl as he worked, and saw she had pulled her
panties up and was brushing her hair back with her hands, composing herself.
Her watched her sniff at the crab meat, place a leg piece in her mouth with
a tentative look, and then chew it with relish, going back for more. The
girl had crunched through a couple of large pink shrimp, and was working
on soft cheese and warm crusty bread when he pulled the tails from the oven
and sat a couple in front of her. ``This is lobster,'' he said, ``ever had
it before?'' The girl shook her head ``no'' and sniffed the plate, wasting
no time in getting a piece in her mouth. Ah yes, the man thought, candy's
dandy and liquor's quicker, but expensive seafood really did the trick.
He sat back and enjoyed watching her eat, as he dove in himself, savoring
the hot buttery lobster chunks. ``Good, huh?'' he offered, and the girl said
``yes sir,'' with a nod of her head added for emphasis. The man finished
his meal, and noticed that the girl had eaten one of the tails, and was looking
regretfully at the other on her plate, as it was clear she was too full to
eat more. ``I'll save it for you, and the rest of it in the refrigerator'',
motioning to the other goodies on the table. ``From now on you live out here.''
The girl's eyes jumped to his, and then dove back down to her lap for cover,
a deep red flush lighting up her face. ``Thank you sir,'' she said quietly,
apparently concluding she had the freedom to speak at that moment. The man
watched her sit for a minute, absorbing the new situation. ``I know I can
trust you,'' he said, ``to act in your own best interest.''
The girl didn't appear to know what to say in reply, and he let it go, getting
up to clear the table. He turned around and almost ran into her, bringing
plates and food from the table to the counter. Well, that didn't take her
long, he thought. If she's going to live here, I guess she figured she would
help with the chores. ``I'll get it,'' he said, ``go relax and digest, and
I'll join you in a minute.'' The girl left the dishes on the counter and
turned to consider where to go, quite obviously unsure of her place. He helped
her out, ``We'll lay the couch, turn on the TV, if you can figure out the
remote.'' The man thought she could probably figure out just about anything,
and soon heard the TV come to life, various voices and music tracks in the
air, the channels changing as she fiddled with the buttons.
He finished up, grabbed a couple of cold pops and a joint and lay back on
the pillows next to her while she arranged herself in response, laying down
in back of his knees and draping a hand over his lap, finding, and softly
rubbing his cock with an open hand. He realized that he didn't even think
about her taking the lead, he had come to expect it. He always had to order
the other captives to touch or suck him, not that he minded, it was fun to
treat them like slaves. He almost regretted that the girl wasn't dull, so
he could enjoy beating on her more. It helped if the girls were clumsy or
inept at following orders, the punishment was more apt to the circumstance.
This girl was so talented that she was turning the tables on him. The more
he considered it, the more he was sure they needed another girl in the mix,
some meek little sobbing thing he could abuse with glee, while he lost himself
in sweet, intense sex with the girl. Besides, there were the games girls
could play together for his entertainment to consider.
He came back to the moment, and saw she had succeeded in loading the channel
guide, and he ran through it while they relaxed, watching a bit of this and
that. He rubbed the girl's shoulder and back and admired the way she looked,
stretched out on the couch, framed in the pretty panties. The food settled
a bit, and the man repeated the pot-smoking ritual, kissing the girl deeply
as they swapped the smoke back and forth. He left her dizzy on the couch
and exchanged the noisy TV for a long MP3 playlist of melodic ambient music,
creating a slow, dreamy mood for the evening. ``Let's get into bed,'' he
suggested, ``but first say ``please sir.'' She lowered her eyes and said
the phrase, obviously a little unsure. ``That will cover the night,'' he
explained, and she smiled, her eyes still hidden.
6. Hot and cold
The man guided her around the couch and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving
her standing in front of him. He reached out to grasp the top of the panties
and pulled them down very slowly, enjoying the way they revealed her smooth,
perfect mound and the top crack of her lips, leaning down to place a kiss
on the bare white skin, then dipping his tongue down under the panties, tracing
the divide. He sat back and pulled them down further, until the elastic was
below her pussy, a bit of fabric still covering the lower part of the lips.
He pulled the panties down her thighs and heard the sharp intake of his own
breath as the fabric remained stuck to her pubes, and then snapped down to
meet the rest of the panties, now bunched on her legs. He loved that moment,
and pulled them up to capture it again, bending over to kiss her lips when
it passed. He turned the girl around and delighted to the sight of the panties
moving over her bottom as he pulled them down over the cheeks. The girl stood
silently, just as he wished. This was between him, her bottom and the panties,
and he didn't want to be interrupted.
He thought of an idea, and left her standing, panties rolled on her thighs,
while he retrieved a plastic vibrating egg and some lubricant from the kitchen.
The vibrator was smooth all over, and was turned on by twisting it closed,
so the entire egg could be inserted inside. He walked past to her to the
bed, giving her bottom a squeeze on the way by, and sat back down in front
of her to lubricate the egg while she watched. She was already spreading
her legs as he reached for her, first stretching the panties between them,
and when that wasn't enough, squatting down a bit. He twisted the egg shut
and smeared the lubricant over one end as it began to buzz, then slowly inserted
it past her lips, enjoying the way she squirmed and squeaked as the egg tickled
her. When the egg was half way in he put a little more lube on the end and
pushed it home. He felt it move past her opening and settle in behind, held
in the front of her canal. He straightened her up, pushed her legs together
and pulled the panties up tight.
The girl had obviously been taken aback at first, wondering what game was
up this time, but when she saw what he intended she went along with the fun,
giggling and moaning as the egg was inserted. She now stood with her eyes
closed, her hands on her hips and her legs just apart as the sensation from
the vibrator started to have its effect. The man just enjoyed watching her
stand there for awhile, slowly heating up, squatting a little more and moving
her hands to her legs. ``Dance for me,'' he suggested, and the girl giggled
again, starting to sway her hips gingerly.
She moved a little stiffly at first, but soon accommodated her motion to
the intruder inside her, playing with the panties as she danced, high on
the pot. She bent over with her ass in his lap and slowly pull them down,
rubbed her bare bottom on his cock, and then danced away, pulling the panties
back up. Then she turned around and used his erection to push the fabric
between the lips of her pussy, pumping up and down, rubbing his cock in the
fabric crack until he was mad for the feel of her. She made it even more
intense for him, pulling her panties just past her pussy, and teased the
tip of his cock by pulling herself apart and grabbing at it with her bare
lips. He raised up and reached for her, but she pranced away naughtily, to
play more peek-a-boo games with the panties.
The vibrator was getting to her, and he noticed her squeezing her legs together
when she could, and rubbing herself while she danced. She teased his cock
again another way, pulling the panties up between her ass crack and nibbling
at it with her cheeks, then doing the same from the front, surrounding his
shaft with her pussy lips and running them up and down the back of his shaft.
She pulled the panties up tight and quivered her hand to make the fabric
rub both his cock and her clit at once, as she closed her eyes and groaned.
He decided she had done well enough, and knelt on the floor in front of her,
pulled the panties down a little and kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue
up her inner lips as his hands gripped her ass. He reached her clit and curled
the tip of his tongue around, and the girl came hrd from the dual stimulation
going on between her legs.
He let her finish as she held onto his shoulders, gently kissing and licking
her outer lips. He could hear the vibrator buzzing inside her still, and
thought it was time to take it out. He sat back on the bed and pulled her
to him, pushing the panties down a bit more, and flattened out the fabric
so it was stretched underneath her, ready to catch. ``Let it come out,''
he said, and the girl moaned and shifted her position, trying to figure it
out. ``Just relax and let it drop down, then squeeze it out.'' The girl worked
on it for a few moments, then settled her feet and held on to his arms, closing
her eyes. He was watching the show between her legs closely, and was rewarded
by the sight of the egg dropping down from her lips to land in the panties,
and he laughed. The girl opened her eyes and looked down, surprised to see
what was between her thighs, and giggled and blushed.
He put the egg aside, twisting it off, and pulled the flowered panties up
again, laying back on the bed, the girl following. He lay with her for awhile
as the cannabis peaked off in intensity and started to mellow into the soft
letdown state. She teased his cock with her fingers, and he played with her
in her panties; feeling her bottom through the soft cotton, then tracing
her pussy lips, pushing the fabric down into the crease to mold her lips,
finally sliding his hand under the elastic and touching her everywhere, his
hand encased in panties. He sat up and moved off the bed, pulling her legs
to the edge and then up in the air, grabbing the panties and pulling them
off. ``In the chair,'' he said, and the girl got up slowly, head drifting
with the music, and allowed him to set her kneeling in the soft recliner,
ass up in the air.
He walked into the kitchen and removed the dildo mold from the freezer, running
warm water over it to release the ice. It was molded in the shape of a cock,
except that there was a flat knob on the end that would rest right up against
her asshole when it plunged inside. He pulled a large dry towel from a drawer,
and a moist towel he had wrapped in a microwave bread warmer. He went back
over to the girl, who still patiently waived her ass in the air as she rocked
a little in the chair. He felt the curve of her cheeks, and then squirted
some lube right in her bottom, causing the girl to catch her breath in surprise.
She relaxed again, as she must have figured what was coming. He didn't disappoint
her, putting the tip of his cock to her opening, gradually sliding in as
she relaxed and groaned her pleasure. He ran himself all the way in, enjoying
the feeling of the girl rocking in the chair with his cock sliding inside.
The man was pent up from the previous day, and couldn't stand too much of
this, wanting to save his cum for the girl's first time. He held back for
a minute or two, and then allowed himself to fall out, quickly grabbing the
ice wrapped in the towel and substituting it up her ass for his cock. The
dildo slid all the way in easily, the girl not being on guard, until the
base snugged up against her, covering the opening. He slid the dry towel
underneath her and made himself ready, wrapping his cock in the warm towel
like a pig in a blanket.
It took the girl a few moments to realize something was wrong, either because
whatever was in her ass wasn't moving, or because the cold sensation had
been recognized by her nerves. She turned her head around to face him, her
hair whipping to the side, and he explained, ``it's ice. Don't worry, it's
not intended to hurt.'' He heard her sharp intake of breath, no doubt remembering
her last encounter, and he saw the clear shaft begin to slide out of her
bottom. He pressed it back in and held it by the base, twisting it around
a little. The girl had raised herself up on her arms, and was clearly tense,
waiting for the sensation to take hold.
Within a couple of minutes she appeared to be feeling discomfort, and shortly
thereafter her legs began to twitch as she gripped the arms of the chair.
At first she was silent, but gradually he could hear her breathing increase
and her head start to shake. She began to moan and squeak a little, one leg
crossing over the other, trying to stand it. Just at that moment he pulled
the ice out, dropping it on the dry towel, and shoved his cock in her ass,
which was toasty warm from being in the nearly hot moist towel. The sensation
of moving his cock from warmth to the cold of her bottom was incredible,
and he couldn't move for fear of bursting. The girl nearly screamed, and
then moaned as her bottom transmitted the feeling to her. They stayed locked
together as their temperatures met, the pleasure intense.
He withdrew, and left the ice to melt in the towel, picking up the shaken
girl and moving her to the bed. He laid her down on her back and raised her
knees to expose her pussy, wiping her clean with the moist towel, which he
replaced in the warmer. He climbed over her, and kneeling right next to her
with his feet at her head, he leaned over and pushed his hands under her
bottom, kissing down her thighs to her pussy. In this position his cock hung
underneath him, and the girl tried to move her head underneath. ``No, I couldn't
take it,'' he said from between her legs, ``just squeeze it a little and
play with it, this is for you.'' He took his time, tracing her lips with
his tongue, kissing them and sucking them into his mouth, tasting the warm
girl. Finally he leaned over and pushed the top of his head into the bed
while he lifted her ass, plunging his tongue into the girl's pussy, this
time for keeps.
He could curl the end of his tongue, and he did so, making it appear almost
like the tip of his cock, thrusting it in and out of her with abandon. He
felt the girl's hand stroking his cock stop its motion, and then grip it
like a handle as she stared to come, over and over as he thrashed his tongue
inside her, forcing him to hunch his butt up to try and free it from her
grip. It was too much for her, and she squeezed her thighs together, pushing
him out. He acknowledged her wishes, and kissed her lightly on the outside
lips as she finished her orgasm, finally releasing the grip on his cock and
going slack, breathing hard.
He gave her time to time to recover, feeling her gradually warming up as
he began again, this time tracing the ridges of her inner lips, up and around
her clitoris hood and back down, all the way to her ass and around it. He
could feel her hand back on his cock, stroking it gently this time, teasing
the tip and brushing lightly over his pubic hair, causing him to groan with
his mouth full of pussy. The girl was panting again and he felt her hips
thrusting lightly under his hands, so he increased the sensations on her
clit, working up from underneath and burrowing under the front of her hood,
pushing the skin way to expose some of the hard nub underneath. He felt her
left hand rubbing the back of his head, urging him on, and he began to suck
and lick her, pushing his lips over the hood while his tongue flicked her
clit. Again the girl moaned and bucked, and then began to squeal as he continued
to suck her through her orgasm. Again she pulled away, and he kissed and
licked her legs and tummy, allowing her to come down.
He gave her a final kiss on the pussy lips and climbed up to lay with her,
tracing his tongue over and around her smooth, puffy nipples as she trembled.
He spent some time sucking and licking each one in turn, while she held his
head in her hands. He reached over and tilted her head up to drink some water,
and rubbed her back from behind as she held the glass. He lay back down with
her and held her to him for a moment. ``It's time'' he told her, ``but play
with me for awhile first, make me want it even more.''
He lay back on the bed and propped his head up on pillows so he could enjoy
the show, and the girl went to work, sucking and teasing his cock, using
all her moves; flicking the head with her tongue, whipping it with her hair,
squeezing it with the tips of her fingers, even batting her eyelashes over
the very tip, which made him laugh out loud. She did something new this time,
using one nipple and then the other, rubbing just the tip of them all over
his cock, starting from the base and working up to the head. The feeling
of her smooth puffies on the front slope of his tip made his cock swell and
throb until he could hardly take it. She ended by hugging it against her
face, smiling at him. He motioned her to come up on top of him, and saw her
eyes light up as she understood. ``Go ahead,'' he told her, ``keep it very
slow.''
7. The girl and her man
Crystal was in the mood for love, the man having shown every sign that he
was going to make up for the frenetic bondage session of last night, not
that she expected there would be no further such occasions. She knew the
man liked to hurt her, but she hoped he would grow to enjoy this kind of
fun more. Everything was going her way tonight, she thought; the dinner,
the pot-smoke smooching, which she grown to crave, even the ice game. She
had expected it to be painful, but the man was true to his word, and the
experience had been thrilling. She remembered the feeling of his warmth in
her cold ass and tingled, as she teased the man until his cock throbbed.
When the man gave her the sign, she straddled his hips with her legs and
sat down tentatively on his erection, guiding it into her pussy. She felt
the head tickling her inner lips, and then making contact with her flesh
as she corrected the angle and found her hole. She could feel the head slipping
past the entrance and then swelling to fill the passage behind. The girl
was in rapture as she slowly sunk down on it, until her bottom resting on
his legs, her hands on her knees as she squatted. He helped hold her up as
she shifted her position to get as comfortable as she could on her knees,
and she leaned forward on her hands and began to move hips up and down, a
little clumsy at first.
The man lay back and shut his eyes, and she concentrated on feeling him inside
her lubricated pussy, every bit of his cock engulfed in warm wet vagina that
was as tight as a sock. She began to get the rhythm and slowly worked up
and down his shaft, her eyes closed and a smile on her face that said this
is the way sex was suppose to be. She began to move faster, but the man grabbed
her by the bottom and set the pace with firm pressure. She didn't want him
to cum yet either, and understood he was telling her that if she moved even
a bit faster he would explode into her. She relaxed and gave into the feeling
of being filled without trying to build to her pleasure.
The man could just reach her nipples if he lifted his head, and they tingled
and glowed as he sucked one between his lips and then the other as her chest
rose and fell from her breathing. They stayed like that for a long time,
and twice she came impaled on him, letting the sensation build up on its
own and spill over. Her legs were tired from the strain and her pussy was
starting to dry out just a little, but as usual the man anticipated her feelings
and changed gears.
He lifted her off by her waist, tossed her on the bed next to him playfully,
and she laughed as she bounced on the bed. He took a sip of water and delivered
it to her mouth, releasing it into her as they kissed, causing her to giggle
like a little girl doing something naughty, which she was; naughty, nasty
little Crystal, she thought to herself. His slipped some lubricant into her
from the same bottle he usually used, and pulled her knees up, climbing on
top and entering her quickly, keeping his weight off her with his arms. He
glided into her with practiced ease, giving the upper parts of her pussy
a little push every time he bottomed out, and she lay her head back and shut
her eyes, feeling the familiar wave rise from her insides.
As she came again, she lifted her feet to press on his butt and threw her
arms around his neck, and he stopped thrusting while her pussy spasmed and
gripped his cock. When she collapsed back on the bed he resumed his slow,
intense strokes and she groaned in delight, her pussy slick around him, expanding
and contracting as his cock moved in out. She wanted more, and he provided,
plunging into her as far as the position would allow, lifting up his cock
as he pulled out to exert upward pressure, hesitating on the brink and then
sinking back all the way and grinding himself against her, causing her to
cum again and then quickly twice more with his cock firmly gripped inside.
She felt herself being rolled over as she moaned some more, putting the familiar
pillow under her hips. This time she felt him apply lubricant to her anus,
but he sank into her pussy again from behind while he sat on his haunches
and pulled her bottom towards him. There was so much lubricant in the girl
mixed with her own, that his cock made a liquid sound as it moved in and
out. She liked this position especially, as the man massaged her back as
he rocked back and forth, his hands stroking up her back, gripping her shoulders
as he reached the maximum penetration. She tried to nip at his penis at it
withdrew, making him laugh.
She felt him stop his motion with his cock poised at the entrance, and while
she anticipated his next stroke, he instead plunged slowly into her ass,
causing her to cry out and lift her head, grunting into another orgasm. Her
ass gripped his cock, but he continued to push into her even as she spasmed,
the sensation nearly unbearable. When the initial wave subsided he let his
cock slip down at the end of the next stroke and glided into her wet and
warm pussy, and the girl pushed her bottom back to meet him, as he held her
still, fully impaled. She liked the feeling of him being back inside her
pussy again better, it felt so right, and she wished he would stay that way
and rub her back all night.
The man wanted something different apparently, and rolled on his back, pulling
her onto her knees between his legs with his strong hands, and she knew what
he wanted from her. She turned around as he guided her and backed onto his
shaft, which easily slid inside her like it belonged, while he lifted his
feet to rest on her bottom. The pressure of his cock in this position was
towards her back, and wasn't as good for her, but she needed a break from
cumming over and over again, and gladly pleased the man, using her arms to
push her bottom back into his lap, varying the speed to keep him tightly
aroused, but not getting into a rhythm that would make him cum yet.
After doing this for a few minutes, she thought of a different angle that
would please her as well, and she pulled out from his lap, leaving his feet
dangling in the air, and a funny expression on his face that seemed to say,
where are you going? She answered him by turning around and sitting in his
lap, reaching down to guide him inside, but finding it wasn't necessary,
already sinking down his shaft. Her legs were spread over his, and she lay
back on her arms and thrust into him slowly again, while he did the same.
His cock strained to stand up straight, pressing against the front of her
pussy, and she felt herself warming up again, moving a little faster.
All of the sudden the man groaned and disengaged, sitting up on his knees
and pushing her down. He grabbed her right leg and flexed her knee, pulling
it up under his left arm as he rolled her onto her side and straddled her
left leg, splitting her open. He drove his cock inside, and she was now impaled
ninety degrees to his body. He adjusted her leg and pushed into her while
his balls rubbed along the inside of her right thigh. He moved slowly, but
steadily, and she could feel his cock swelling as his movements grew more
regular. She concentrated on the feeling, hoping to reach her pleasure at
the same time, to grip him as he squirted inside her for the first time.
He adjusted his grip on her leg again, and placed the other hand on the curve
of her bottom, pulling her towards him, compressing her pussy lips against
the hair around the base of his penis, and she felt something tickling deep
in her stomach. He moved his knees forward and thrust in again hard, and
she sensed the tip of his cock press against something inside, pause against
the pressure and then move inside of it while she gasped and squirmed underneath
him, wondering at the strange sensation, as the head of his cock reached
and penetrated part way through her cervix, the lip of the soft head not
quite passing the entrance.
The feeling overwhelmed her, a shattering orgasm hitting her like a wall
of soft fire from somewhere deep inside, and then she felt it; first a little
spurt and then a long rush of cum that splattered directly into her uterus.
She lost control of herself, flailing in his arms, cumming hard over and
over again as he fell back away from the opening, still spurting through
it and onto the outside s
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