Walter Collins - Make me come!

When he'd finished this time I was sure there wasn't a square inch of me left without a welt. He still wasn't done with me. Loosening the bars just enough so that he wouldn't break my neck, he turned me over so my arms were twisted and crossed under me. They felt like they would break at any second. My shoulders were forced back, my head, still held between the bars, and my entire body were left straining from the unnatural position. All of my weight rested on my tortured arms. My tits rose and pointed toward the roof, spreading on my chest a little from their weight.

Hooking a finger into my straining cunt, he slapped my left tit hard with the flat of his hand. I felt his rugged hard-on plunge between my legs and whimpered as my feet left the ground. All my weight was held by my arms and the single, broad muscle in the front of my cunt.

"Please – my God, you'll put me in the hospital!" I screamed.

He hesitated. He'd used up a lot of his mad by then. I could tell he was thinking. He had to realize that he'd be in real trouble if he hurt me worse. I felt his cock withdraw. He untied me and let me fall to the floor when the bars were pulled back. I started to relax when he hit the side of my face with his fist, rolled me onto my back and fell heavily on top of me.

The man smelled of sweat and hard work. His hands were callused and rough. His arms were knotted and felt like bands of steel. I opened my swollen, red eyes and he spat in my face.

I felt his pant legs scraping the inside of my thigh and the zipper cutting into my already swollen and sore cuntlips as he drove inside. My ass smashed into the dirt floor and had nothing to take up any of the shock. It felt like he'd driven that thing clear against my spine.

In and out, back and forth, hurt, hurt, hurt as much as it can. In, hurt, out, wait for the next painful jolt. In-hurt-out-wait. In-hurt-out…

It seemed to go on forever. My body wasn't responding and I thanked God for that. I could take this, as long as my body didn't betray me.

And take it I did! All nine inches of it for nearly fifteen minutes before his eyes glazed and his cock began to throb. I felt him spill his load inside me. I felt his cock get really slick. I heard my pussy begin to suck and then it was over. He got up, wiped his filthy cock with my pony tail, stuffed the dead snake back in his pants and stomped out. Of course there were the usual insults, the orders never to see either of his teens again, etcetera, etcetera.

What a wonderful summer vacation. The gang, the orgy, and now this.

I got to my feet shakily, kicked my shorts the rest of the way off and limped to the house to care for my wounds. After a bath, I took a tube of first-aid cream and went to my aunt's room to stand in front of her mirror and see if I could repair at least part of the damage.

It was unreal. Welt after welt, red in the center and white around the edges, lined my back, criss-crossing back and forth, with some straight up and down. It would be a few days before the pain and marks would go away.

I bent my strained and aching arms back and began rubbing the cream around. I wasn't able to reach my back as my arms were just too sore and weak. When I got all I could, I turned on the record player and lay down on the bed in my room to relax.

Even my tits were sore. I couldn't lie on my back or sit. Finally, I took a pillow and placed it under my chest in such a way that my tits had very little pressure on them.

I was almost asleep when the back door squeaked open.

"Who's there?" I called fearfully, grabbing a long knitting needle to protect myself with.

"Lucy – Sally, are you all right?"

My mind reeled. If her father found out she was here it would be all over. "Go away!" I screamed in desperation. "Your father will kill me if he catches you over here!"

"Don't worry. He was so mad when he came home that he took all the money in the house and headed for the city. He'll stay on a binge until the money runs out. Boy!" she gasped when she saw my battered back. "Can I do anything?"

I gave her the first-aid cream and she started rubbing it carefully into the welts. She sobbed over and over about how sorry she was. She told me how John had come home and made passes at her. She'd turned him down and he'd called her a queer within hearing of the old man. One thing led to another and he'd slapped her around until she admitted that I had seduced her.

Her little hands were soothing. I lay there letting her rub my shoulders and work the cream into my welts. She maneuvered around as she worked, rubbing her hot crotch against me as much as she could.

At first I didn't realize what was going on. The few times I realized her cunt was pressed against me I thought it was accidental. Then it started to happen with too much effort on her part and too often. I pulled my foot away from her. Seconds later I had to pull my elbow away. Then it was my hand.

Lucy broke into tears. "Please, Sally," she sobbed. "I know it hurt you. I know I got you all beat up. I'm sorry-honest I am, but I'm on fire. I need you so bad I can barely keep from peeing my pants!"

I lay unhappily on the bed, so sore and so tired I couldn't have moved if I had wanted. I watched as the girl's face lined with the urgency of her need. I watched as a blush rose on her cheeks. I watched as her eyes widened and dilated. I watched as they glazed.

"Boy, was that ever wild!" she whispered. "You honestly don't like that any more?"

"It's not that I don't like it – I love it. I just can't reach a climax. It feels great and gets me all hot, but then it either disappears or keeps building until I pass out."

"Gee, that sounds awful!" she sighed.

It was bad! No one can imagine how bad it was. I felt tears well in my eyes and start to run slowly across my cheeks.

"What you need is the biggest cock in the whole world. I'll bet that would make you come!" she said with some feeling.

"I don't know," I sighed, thinking of her father's and how it hadn't done anything for me.

Lucy stayed with me that night and rubbed me down real good in the morning with salve before going home to do her chores.

I forced myself to do mine too. But I didn't try to put any clothes on. Every time anything touched me it was like hitting a sunburn.

I'd had it. I had to talk to someone, and after a time, decided that it should be my brother. I could tell him everything that had happened to me without him getting mad or telling someone else. He loved me in his own way. He and Lynn would be kind. Who knows, I thought, they might even know how to help me.

I still couldn't sit down so I got my address book out and stood by the telephone as I called.

Keith and Lynn would be down the following weekend; I didn't see Lucy after that. I didn't want another beating. John stayed away too. Mr. Walker dropped by on Tuesday. He said he wanted to see how I was doing, but stared at my covered pussy and full halter so hard I knew he wanted more than just to check on me.

All but the very worst welts had gone away and I was feeling more than well enough to take him on. It was still four days before my brother would be there and I didn't really want to deny myself that long.

"All you came over here for was a little pussy," I teased.

"I've stopped going to that sex club after what they did to you. I feel really bad about it," he sighed.

"Would you like a little?"

Mr. Walker was having a hard time lying still. I slid my free hand between his thighs and lightly teased his hairy crack. I pushed my fingers between the two powerful muscles and spread them. Finding his asshole, hidden at the bottom and fringed with hair, I pressed my finger to it.

The man jerked and trembled, gasping and sighing to my probing caresses. Freeing my other hand I slid it up and teased his nipples, making the stimulation more complete. I slid my finger deeper into the man's ass, feeling the warm slickness of his dark pipe as I pushed in.