Kathy Andrews - Disciplined mother

The girl jerked her head from left to right, grinding up her ass hungrily as much as she could, silently begging the man for more. She was in high rut now, her belly muscles tightening, the cords sticking out from her throat while strands of blonde hair clung to her hot, damp cheeks.

Krystal wanted that prick. Oh God, she wanted it slipping back into her, scratching that achey itch that was driving her mindless! How could he do something like this to her? How could he leave her this… this abandoned! Krystal let out another cry, tugging at the straps holding her legs apart, able to feel the rub of her cuntlips against one another and her cunt from the violent, restricted moves. Still, it was no substitute for that wonderful fucking Mike had been giving her!

"Here. Here's something for you, something a whore like you deserves!"

Krystal looked through lust-slitted eyes, seeing him holding what appeared to be a cock. It was a dildo, a long whitish pink thing with tiny spikes sticking out on all sides. A small crank was at the bottom, a crank which the big stud began now turning.

"Ohh… oh God!"

There had to be some steel inner core or something inside the dildo. It was warped, making the latex cock twist and bend in various grotesque ways. At the same time, the tiny spikes moved in and out variously, their pistonlike movement depending upon the speed of the turning crank.

"Like that? Would you like something like this better than having my cock in you?" Mike teased, holding the dildo right next to his still hard cock.

"I wanna cock! Wanna cock," she said under her breath, her eyes rounded in horrified surprise as she studied the dildo.

"You'll get it… like this first, though," Mike said, bending down and sliding under her legs.

Krystal jerked her legs, snapping her head back, banging her skull against the rear bench. Her ass hung there teasingly, invitingly, begging to have something like that terrible dildo slipped into it. Mike rubbed his right forefinger along her cuntlips, seeing she was slicked down enough for the grotesque fucking. Holding the sides of the dildo with his left hand, he turned the crank with his right, sliding the thing into the teen's pussy.

"Eaghghghhghhghhhhh!"

Krystal jerked both arms and legs, the straps cutting deeply into her flesh. It was horrible, painful! He would tear her apart with that thing. She tried twisting her body off the bench, but the center strap tugged painfully at her belly, knocking the wind from her lungs. Again, he slipped another inch into her pussy, twisting the crank and making these tiny spikes bite into her cuntal walls. Krystal screamed out again, swearing he was ripping her pussy apart with the dildo.

"No, oh God, no… uhhhh, oh please, please, you'll kill me with that."

She couldn't even give it a name. Krystal only knew it hurt her terribly. And now he was turning that crank faster, making the dildo twist around and nudge her cuntal walls. He kept it buried halfway in her pussy now, letting her pussy contract and impale itself on those sharp little spikes. The more Krystal tried to control herself, to keep her cunt from snapping down on that thing, the more itchy her pussy seemed to get and the harder those muscles contracted in spasms.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Then he began moving it, raking those spikes over her cuntal walls, tilting the dildo up so they bit into her clit. Krystal yammered for mercy again, her movements making the bench under her move.

"Christ! You'll take anything up your Goddamned cunt, won't you? Fuckin' slut!"

Krystal felt herself getting closer and closer to that moment of insanity, that wonderful time when she knew all those moments of pain and humiliation would pay off. Mike was going to make her cum! Oh yes, with that thing rodding her, tearing at her, biting her, she was going to cum and cum hard. Arching her spine once more, the girl pressed her belly hard against the center strap, her fingers curling and the nails creasing her sweaty-damp palms. She looked up; a dumb, hard-staring look at the ceiling. The single overhead light seemed suddenly to blow to pieces, becoming a brightly colored rainbow.

"Uhhhh… ahhhhhhh!"

There. It was there! She was nearly over the edge. Mike saw this and slowed the movements, making sure the tiny spikes raked continually over her cunt. Krystal felt herself falling through a strange dark world, her cunt clamping down killingly on that spiked dildo while the spasms exploded though her pussy.

"Eaghghhghgh!"

Her body writhed and jerked, as if she'd been struck by a lightning bolt. Mike had a difficult time keeping the dildo in her cunt as she swiveled and pitched her ass against the bench. It was a wonderful, all-encompassing feeling as the flames of incredible delight licked up her thighs and into her cunt.

"Uhhhh… oh God, God, I'm… I'm going to cum… I'm making it!"

Krystal had never felt anything like that before in her life! She thrashed against her bonds like a madwoman, the pain and restraint around her wrists and ankles gone while her cunt exploded again and again in white flashes of searing heat.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

How long it had gone on for, Krystal didn't know. Slowly, she felt herself coming back down, her cunt slackening, the muscles around her thighs relaxing while her body sagged back down against the bench. Mike was straddling her now, his fingers working around his cockhead. That awful dildo was still rammed down her pussy, the spikes biting into her cuntal walls.

"Now it's my turn."

With those simple words, he jammed his cock into her mouth, grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head back. There had been no warning, no preparation. Krystal gagged, horror reeling through her mind as her jaw spread achingly for the big cock. She felt the shame of doing something like this nearly as intensely as she felt the fat head of his prick poling against her cheeks. He was ready to cum! She could taste something bleachy, something salty and instinctively knew it was his cum bubbling from that slit, his cum about to wash down her throat.

"Mmmmfmfmfmfffffff!"

Mike squatted down a little more, his ass resting against her tits while he throat-fucked the bawling teen. Krystal coughed, gasping for air, trying to widen her jaws to accommodate that much cockmeat. Her lips rubbed along the heavily veined sides of Mike's cock. There! He'd pulled out enough for her to cough again, grab another lungful of air and hold it.

"Man, oh man, bitch, gonna do it! Gonna fill that little throat with my spunk!"

He had both hands in her hair now, jerking her head up and down, tearing the strands from her scalp while squatting on her face and feeding her those thick hot inches of his prick meat. Krystal felt his heavy balls slapping again and again against her chin. Mike was bouncing fast, making grunting sounds, sweat streaking his chest while he pounded her face with his groin. She thought she would surely pass out from all the sensation, from the beating she was receiving.

And then… and then she felt the first salty squirt jet up against the back of her throat. She curled her fingers, scraping her nails against the wooden bench seat while coughing violently.

"Swallow it, bitch! Come on, Krystal, take my cum and swallow it!"

Krystal felt she had no choice. Working her throat muscles, the helpless blonde teen began taking in all the cum; feeling the white slime ooze down her throat while more and more splattered on her face, letting his prick muscles do all the work. At times he almost caressed her, moving his fingers over scalp, occasionally tugging at her hair and making her cry out.

"Unfnnfnfnfnfnfnfffff!"

Krystal felt the climax had lasted hours. When his cockhead finally finished sending all those gobs of cum down her throat, Mike groaned in approval, slowly puffing his cock from her mouth. He wiped his greasy prickhead over lips, and Krystal found herself smacking them with approval.