Chapter 3
Barbara pumped her butt up and down, furiously fucking her pussy on John Halen's upright tongue. The man's fireplug-like cock spewed out what seemed like gallons of come into her greedily sucking mouth. Barbara sucked on the cock and drank down the free-flowing come in sheer awe. Not a half an hour ago, the same cock had spurted an incredible amount of salty-sweet jism into her mouth. Now it seemed that the store of come in the man's hairy ball-sac was as great as ever!
His tongue played her pussy like a fine musical instrument, fucking in and out of the oily pit of her pussy as the elastic cuntwalls clutched at it in the loving frenzy of climax. Then it slipped out to stab like a knife at her inflated clit. Searing flashes of pure pleasure dazzled her pussy.
Sperm and semen filled her mouth. The white jism spilled out of her taut lips and ran down the sides of John's throbbing cock. Barbara's cheeks went hollow as she greedily sucked down the come as fast as she could. And still she couldn't drink it all in!
For a long time they lay, Barbara's naked body pressing down on his, his cock impaling her face as his tongue split her oozing cunt. Her pussy was leaking aromatic cunt honeys into his mouth in almost the same abundance as he was fucking come into her mouth. The taste of come and cunt juice, and the rhythmic release of coming, made them feel like they were floating in a delicious erotic delirium.
It couldn't last forever. To her regret, Barbara felt the spasms dying away in her tongue-lashed pussy. At the same time, the convulsions of the spewing cock in her face began to subside. John was running out of come to pump into her greedy mouth.
They lay together, exhausted by their frantic cocksucking and cuntlapping. John swirled his tongue languidly within the sopping mess of the brunette's pussy. Barbara reluctantly allowed his cock to slip from her mouth. The limp prick fell into his lap, streaked with jism and her spit.
She ran her tongue around her full red lips, the tang of come rewarding her. She felt John's jism drying on her chin. She put her face down to nuzzle the dormant prick. Her tongue snaked out to gather in the gobbets of jism that still stuck to the prick.
Black-haired Barbara found herself drifting off to sleep. How long it had been since a man had eaten her pussy till she came? She'd almost forgotten how wonderful it was. She let her relaxing body slip off of John's. Her arms stole around his hips, and she fell asleep with her cheek resting against his gigantic, gooey cock.
The blond man, as he got to his feet, woke her. He eased himself from her loose embrace and bent down to kiss her ear. "Just lie there with your eyes closed, darling," he murmured. She sighed happily and shifted sensuously, loving the feel of the couch leather on her naked, gleaming body. "I'll be right back with a nice surprise!"
"Mmm," she said. She felt him going away. She drifted in the half-world between sleeping and waking. Memories of his lips and tongue, working over her pussy till she could have screamed with ecstasy, floated dreamily through her mind. The way his tongue teased her pussy lips, the way he sucked the cunt flaps into his mouth to flay them gently with his teeth ... she felt herself getting horny once again.
She heard footsteps, muffled by the heavy carpet. "Remember, baby," he told the prone woman. "Keep your eyes closed."
She nodded sleepily and stretched her arms out, yawning. Her boobs were pressed almost flat against the leather, like full balloons beneath her body. The leather caressed her nipples with an exotic, exciting touch.
I wonder what he's going to do now, Barbara thought. I can hardly wait to find out!
She felt her wrists lightly gripped. Gently, John drew them behind her back. She made a curious sound, but didn't resist.
Something rough touched her wrists. "Hmmm?" she murmured. Then she felt John wrapping the something around her wrists.
He was tying her up!
He felt the tension in her lovely nude body, watching the flawless half-moons of her ass clamp together so the crack of her butt was a thin, prim line. He patted a buttcheek. "Don't worry, doll," he said.
In spite of her apprehension, Barbara relaxed. John had come into her life-or she into his-and he had taken control. He had already given her a tremendous amount of pleasure. If he wanted to tie her wrists behind her with a rope, she'd play along to see what happened.
Maybe he knew something she didn't!
He stood up. She tested her bonds. They were not tight enough to cut off circulation to her hands, but they were too secure to wiggle free. She flexed her fingers.
"What are you going to do now, honey?" she asked.
"This." There was a whistling sound. Then her upturned ass exploded with incandescent agony!
"YAAAAAH!" Her pink body jackknifed into the air. It felt as if her butt had been raked by the talons of some giant, savage beast. She fell down and looked back around at the hillocks of her butt, blue eyes wild and frightened.
The snowy mounds of her asscheeks were striped with thin, snaky lines of red. They burned like fire on the sensitive skin stretched taut over her firm buttocks. She looked up at John, anger battling with fear on her lovely features.
Her mouth dropped open when she saw what he held in his hand. As a librarian, she'd seen pictures of them, but she'd never seen one, even in a museum. Dangling loosely in his grasp was a cat-o'-nine tails!
"What the hell is going on here?" A sudden break in her voice spoiled her tone of outraged indignation.
John smiled down at his naked captive indulgently. "Just a new type of game," he assured her. "Relax. You came prowling the bars, looking for adventure. You've found it!"
The whip rose and fell again. Barbara shrieked as it bit into her ass. In her spasm of agony, her long legs fell off of the couch. The cheeks of her butt pulsed with raging pain.
She gasped for breath. The agony went on and on. Even the delicate touch of air on her ass sent waves of scarlet agony rolling over her.
"S-stop!" she gritted out. "God, it hurts!"
"Yes," John said. "It's supposed to." He swung again as hard as he could.
Once more the knotted leather thongs bit her tender asscheeks. The brunette's nude body leaped into the air. She twisted and fell on her tortured butt with her back to the couch. Her hair had fallen in her face. Through a tangle of black hair, she saw the big blond man looming over her.
His cock was a short, thick bar of lust jutting from his crotch. He smiled broadly. "Delightful game, isn't it?" he asked. "Now, why don't you just roll over and stick your sweet little ass up in the air again?"
"Not on your life," Barbara spat defiantly. The anguish in her rump had dulled to a pounding ache.
John shook his head. "Too bad," he said. The whip lashed out again....
... and struck Barbara full across her naked, heaving jugs!
"EeeeeeeYAAAAH!" Barbara shrieked. Her tits caught fire with agony. Her heels dug into the rug as her back arched. If she'd thought the cat-o'-nine tails had hurt her poor butt, what it did to her sensitive boobs was absolutely indescribable!
Horrified, she looked down at her big tits. It felt as if the skin had been flayed from the jugs. The scarlet whipmarks burned into the milky whiteness of her titflesh.
"Now will you turn over and let your ass take its punishment?" He didn't even give the tormented woman time to answer. His hand moved again. The whip licked out at her vulnerable boobs again.
She howled. Her hair whipped her face as she shook her head frantically from side to side in a violent outburst of pain. The marks of the many thongs were like a network of crimson lines across her jugs and nipples.
The nipples were hard now. Pain excited them as much as pleasure did, and they seemed to vibrate agony and delight into Barbara's tits.
Instead of flopping over to bare her ass to the whip, Barbara jumped to her feet. Her long legs flashed as she dashed past the big blond man. She had no idea what she was going to do-even if she could somehow open the door of the apartment with both hands bound, was she going to run down the corridors of the building stark naked?
Anything was better than feeling the "cat" caressing her jugs or ass again!
John swung the whip at her as she passed. It slashed like a scythe across her bare ass. She shrieked and stumbled, then caught herself.
He lunged, hitting her buttcheeks again. She went to her knees with a cry of despair and pain. Her legs were widely spread. He swung the whip backhanded and brought it up between her thighs.
Like nine tiny knives, the thongs of the whip sliced at the vulnerable mouth of her pussy!
It was as if a napalm bomb had been set off in her cunt. Her scream rose till her voice cracked and broke as the pain consumed her. A fire-storm of agony raged through her body and brain.
She collapsed weakly to the floor. After a dose of concentrated agony like that, with the "cat" whipping her pussy, her strength was gone. She wanted only to die, and be spared any more pain.
But it wasn't to be. John stood over her, gloating down at her naked, shivering form. The "cat" rose and fell. A fresh set of stripes appeared on her red, glowing buttcheeks.!
Barbara cried out. Her body shot out straight as rrl an arrow. The rug friction burned her bare skin.
John started whipping her with incredible speed. The blows fell like hail on her shrinking flesh. He alternated lashing at her boobs and tasty ass until both sensitive areas screamed with pain.
Barbara's mouth was busy screaming. She was hoarse, her throat raw from shouting out her hideous torment to the unfeeling, uncaring walls. She squirmed and writhed and kicked, and still John beat her.
He paused for breath. "Up on your knees," he panted. "Crawl!"
Nothing was left of the woman's earlier defiance. She'd learned all too well what the penalty was! She turned obediently onto her belly and pulled her knees up under her. Her ass rose into the air.
John took careful aim. The whip hissed down. This time the biting thongs struck right along the furrow between her reddened and miserable asscheeks!
Barbara leaped off the floor like a springing frog. "OWWWWWWW!" she shrilled. The top half of her body landed on the couch. The cushions bounced all around as her weight came down searingly, smashing her whipped boobs.
She heard the whip cutting air again, and tensed for more cruel, cutting pain in her abused ass. But instead of striking her velvety skin, the "cat" hit the floor. An instant later, John went to his knees behind her upturned, red-lined ass. He put both palms on the inflamed buttcheeks.
"Uhhhhhhh!" wailed the woman. His touch was painful. The sweat on his palms stung the tortured mounds of her ass savagely. Then she felt the tip of his rockhard cock probing at the outer lips of her downturned pussy.
The prickhead stabbed between the doughy outer cuntlips. The arrowhead-shaped bulb of John's giant cockhead poked her clit, crushing it against her pubic bone. She gasped as purely involuntary pleasure surged through her cunt.
The cock drew back slightly. "Ohhhhh!" Barbara groaned as the huge cock shoved full-length into her dry-walled pussy.
For a moment the pussy walls pulsed painfully around John's cock. The way the thick prick was distending the membranes of her cunt-even more than Richard's mighty prick had ever done-she was rapidly getting turned on despite the pain in her ass and jugs!
John began to draw the cock out gradually. A low, animal moan escaped his beautiful prisoner's throat. Her pussy began to cover the shaft of John's cock with slippery cunt oils.
He pulled the cock out till only the head was imbedded in Barbara's pussy. Then he rammed it home again so hard and fast that fragrant pussy juice spattered out of her cunt hole in all directions.
Her whole body seemed to be full of raging cock. The agony his whip had given her seemed to ebb rapidly, and a warm glow of desire suffused her nude body. She'd never had such an incredible cock in her cunt. Not even her husband Richard's eight-inch prick had filled her cunt so delightfully like the thick stump of John's hard cock!
He fucked her pussy with short, vigorous strokes. Her pussy watered freely around the pounding prick. Delicious ecstasy stroked the walls of her pussy as the cock pumped in and out. She rolled her tits around on the leather surface of the couch. The pleasure from her erect nipples far outweighed the fading agony of the whipmarks!
Suddenly, John's prick popped completely free of the nude woman's pussy. The cock snapped up and rebounded off of his belly, sprinkling the crack of Barbara's ass with a fine shower of cunt honey. "Ahhh," she moaned, wagging her butt demandingly. "Don't stop. Fuck me hard, baby!"
Her asscheeks still throbbed with pain under his hands. Now his thumbs slipped toward one another, down into the tender furrow between the thrusting hillocks of her ass. "Fuck your cock back into my pussy! Hurry!" Barbara cried urgently.
His hands moved apart. They spread the cheeks of Barbara's ass wide. His thumbs pressed to either side of her tiny asshole and pulled it open. John took a deep breath.
Barbara's jaw dropped as he shoved forward with his cock, pressing into the yawning portal of her butt. The entire swollen head of his cock popped into the narrow ring of her poopchute.
Her first sensation was surprise. She'd never been fucked up the ass before.
Her second sensation was a stabbing pain.
"Ahh, uhhh, gaaaaaah!" she choked. "You can't-no-my ass!"
"That's where I've got my cock now, darling," John grunted. His voice shook with passion. "I'm going to fuck your butthole till you can't sit down for a week. Ever had your ass fucked before?"
"No! And I d-don't want to!"
John laughed. "That's the breaks, honey." He leaned forward and plunged his cock into her ass.
Greased as it was with her slick pussy oils, his cock surged smoothly and easily into her ass. The cockhead traveled up her ass channel, expanding the walls as it went. Then Barbara felt the hair around John's cock tickling her tortured demiglobes of assflesh. His whole cock was buried in her butthole!
It felt as if the giant cock crammed up her ass was going to split her butt apart. "Unnngh," she groaned. "T-too full. Too much cock in my ass. Get it out!"
John did, all except the head of his blood-engorged prick. When he slid his cock out of her asshole, Barbara wished he'd left it where it was. When it was throbbing in her ass, buried balls-deep in the fantastic tightness of her ass channel, all it did was send pain pulsing from her violated rectum and made it feel as if her body was about to burst open. But now, as it moved out, the friction tore at her untried asschute in spite of the thick coating of pussy grease on John's prick. The head of the mammoth cock seemed to scrape the membranes right off on the walls of her ass tunnel!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she cried. The muscles in her arms stood out as she fought to free her wrists of the rope that held them. Her body was in desperate, mindless motion, trying to escape the awful pain that filled her ass.
"G-go ahead and struggle," John said. "Makes your poopchute do great things to my prick!"
The idea that her pain was causing the sadistic blond man pleasure appalled Barbara. But she had no choice. As his cock rasped out of her ass, her body moved of its own accord in an ecstasy of pain.
For a moment he poised, staring down at the point where the end of his cock disappeared into his victim's ass. The once-smooth half moons of her rump were disfigured by the streaky marks his cat-o'-nine tails had left. He thought of the agony the whipping had caused the lovely young woman. He thought of the pain she was feeling now, savoring her groans and the agonized movement of her helpless, naked body. His prick quivered with a perverted delight.
He drove his cock back up into Barbara's butt, more slowly this time. The first time, he'd shoved his prick home into her asshole all at once. Now he gave her time to really feel the pain of the monstrously thick cock invading her asshole!
And she did. The intensity of pain was like no sensation she'd ever known. "Stop," she begged. "Your cock is tearing me apart. It's too bi-i-ig!"
Her pleading only fueled John's lust. It took all of his control to fuck the cock into her butt with the agonizing slowness he wanted. When his prick was once more in her butt to the hilt, he paused for a moment to relish the feel of her narrow ass passage crushing his enormous cock. Then he yanked his prick out with a blinding speed.
Barbara screamed in pain. It was as if her asshole was being jerked inside out. Immediately, John rammed his prick back into her ass. Her body shook to the impact of his hipbones on her rump.
He fucked her ass with a gradually increasing speed, thrilling to the sounds of her agonized cries. "Get ready for it!" He forced the words out through teeth clenched with almost unbearable delight. His victim's asshole was almost impossibly tight on his cock. "I'm about to come in your ass!"
As the words left his mouth, his cock fired a stream of jism into Barbara's butthole. "WuuuhhhhAHHH!" she howled. It was like a stream of liquid fire being blasted into her tortured ass channel!
Another surge of come shot into her asshole, then another. The come swirled around John's inward-driving cock. The slippery jism eased the entry of the fat cock into Barbara's ass still more, but the saltiness of the big man's come seared the woman's ass tunnel like acid.
Her body thrashed uncontrollably as John's cock squirted his load of jism up her ass. John fucked her butt with unflagging energy until every drop of hot come stored in his nuts had spurted up her asschute. Then he pulled his rapidly-deflating cock out of her ass and stood up.
Her butthole gaped, stretched far out of shape by the unbelievable girth of John's prick. White come slobbered from Barbara's asshole and ran down her thighs. Then her butthole closed up again.
She felt John untying her wrists. Her arms were numb. Her entire body was numb, except for the constant hammering of pain in her beaten tits and brutally raped asshole.
John threw her clothes at her. Her blouse draped itself over her back. Her arms tingled as circulation returned.
"Here," the blond man said. "Get dressed. I'm through with you-for tonight!" Sniffling, Barbara began to dress.