CRACK!
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
