Tulia And Amanda

Chapter 2

Punished and Forced to Cum

Copyright 2007

By Tulia and Powerone

Tulia could taste the cum in her mouth, the thick pasty fluid salty. Michael looked at her, angry at her refusal to swallow all of it. She had choked on it as it tried to slide down her throat, coughing it up, Tulia spitting it on the floor before she realized her mistake.

Michael looked at her naked body bent over on the floor. “You have displeased me Tulia.” He waited for a moment, seeing her look up at him, tears in her eyes, his cum drying on her lips and chin. “For that you will be punished.” Michael looked over at Amanda. “Bring over the low table.”

Amanda rushed to bring the table over, a long wooden table built specifically to hold a female’s body. Amanda had more then once found herself thrust upon it. To be whipped. She felt sorry for Tulia, but she knew that she had to learn the hard way. Amanda kneeled down next to Tulia. “Get up, you don’t want to make Master any angrier.”

Tulia saw the menacing table, but still didn’t realize the implications of it. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. He stuck his cock down my throat. When he came in my mouth, I choked on it. I never swallowed a boy’s cum before.” Tulia hated the foul taste of the cum, but she dare not protest it. She was already in trouble. “What is he going to do?” Tulia still could not call him Master, refusing to allow any man to have such control over her.

Amanda helped Tulia up without telling her, afraid she might not be so compliant once she found what was going to happen to her. “Sit on the table,” pushing back on Tulia as she sat down. Tulia didn’t fight her, her body spread out flat on the low table. Amanda moved to the head of the table, standing over Tulia’s head. “Give me your hands.”

Tulia submitted too easily, her mind confused. Here she was naked on a table, Michael standing over her, his cock still out of his pants, already gaining in size as he stared lustily at her. His juices still mingled with her spit in her mouth, reminding her of what he had already forced her to submit to. She didn’t even panic when Amanda tied ropes around her wrists, pulling her arms back over her head, tying them to something secure. It suddenly dawned on her when she tugged her arms. She was bound to the table. “Please No!” She begged Amanda, but Amanda almost seemed to be enjoying this.

Michael stroked his cock as he looked at her, seeing the panic in her face as she realized she was now bound to the table. He picked up the riding crop, slashing the air with it until Tulia heard the whistle as it broke the air harshly. “Her legs Amanda. Up over her head.” He instructed Amanda, his cock rising to the occasion as Amanda grabbed both of Tulia’s slim ankles and began to draw them over Tulia’s head. His eyes stared at the lovely bush that was revealed. “Higher, all the way up.”

Tulia couldn’t do anything as Amanda grabbed her legs, almost lying over the top of her head as she drew her legs up. Tulia felt her ass rising from the table as her legs went higher and higher. Michael was staring between her legs, Tulia straining to keep her thighs tightly together, ashamed that he was aroused at her naked body. Her ass rose up high as her ankles were almost to the top of her head.

“Spread her legs Amanda. Show me the treasures that she tries to hide from me.” Michael went to the other end of the table, the best seat in the house. He gazed at Tulia’s crotch as Amanda began to spread her for him.

“NO! DON”T!” Her face turned red in shame as Amanda ignored her, little fight in her as Amanda spread her legs with ease. Amanda didn’t stop until her legs were spread wide, high up in the air. Tulia felt her pussy lips parting, feeling the cool air of the room on her wet inner lips. She was ashamed that she was so aroused. Would Michael see her clit? See how big it was?

“Hold her tight,” he warned Amanda. “She’s not going to like this, but next time she’ll know better than to spit out my essence.”

Tulia was panting, her face burning in shame at being so obscenely exposed. She was on the brink of panic. It was now quite obvious what Michael’s intentions were but she still couldn’t believe that he was really going to whip her, hoping that maybe he’d be satisfied only with scaring her. But he had already made her punish Amanda for cumming without his permission and by the look on his face, he wasn’t going to be lenient with her either. What made the whole situation even more terrifying was her suspicion that maybe her naked body wasn’t the only thing that exited him so much. It was more the way she was presented for him and the punishment she was about to receive. Tulia choked on that thought.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to...” Tulia pleaded with Michael with tears running down her cheeks. She looked back on Amanda seeking her support but found only a stern look with a hint of excitement. Michael seemed to be ignoring her pleas, playing with the riding crop in his hand, again taking his time with her.

He gazed at the smooth skin of her legs, the dark hairs outlining the pink entrance to her pussy and a tiny anus hidden below. It looked so fresh and untouched but it was going to change soon. He moved the crop to her thigh but without hitting her yet, sliding it all the way down to her crotch. She was wet.

Tulia shivered as the crop touched her thigh, her eyes following its every movement as it slid gently towards her pussy. She thought again that maybe he would spare her. Then she looked at him, seeing his wicked smile and knew he was just playing with her, postponing the punishment that would follow soon. She opened her mouth to plea with him again but then the other familiar feeling overcame her and before she could say something she burst out laughing. The vicious crop that was made to bring such horrendous pain was now tickling her sensitive skin, making her lose control of her own body. She tried to move away, laughing aloud, but the crop in Michael’s hand followed her. He now discovered her weak spot and was visible enjoying using it against her.

“PLEASE STOP!” Tulia shouted still laughing. The whip moved away and with a loud whoosh landed on her pussy. It took her a moment to realize what had happened. She gasped for air as Michael hit her for the second time, this time leaving a red mark across her ass cheeks. The fiery pain raced to her brain, her pussy was on fire her butt ablaze. “OOOOOUCH! THAT HURTS!” She shouted in agony.

“It wouldn’t be a punishment if it didn’t hurt.” Michael’s voice was calm. He slid the crop again along her thigh making her grin as she tried to hold back the laugher.

Tulia was confused. She felt her pussy lips swelling, her ass burning and at the same time she had to contain herself from laughing. The pain didn’t really help much to stem the flood of laughter that was inside her. She started to laugh again, her body shaking uncomfortably. And then Michael stopped, moving the crop away, the pain returning instantly making her moan in pain.

“Ten strokes. And I want you to count.” His voice was demanding as he informed her.

“But, please, don’t hit my... ” Tulia hesitated for a moment “... my pussy.” She finally said the word, feeling ashamed. Even though she was tied naked and vulnerable before Michael she still had problems to speak ‘dirty’. Only fear of pain made her say it. She didn’t think she could stand another stroke. But as she thought about it Michael raised his arm and she felt the crop landing on her pussy again. Her body jerked in pain, shouting loudly her scream of pain. Even Amanda had problems to hold her still this time.

“Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. Question me again and it will be twenty strokes. Is that understood?” He voice boomed at her.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” Tulia whispered feeling helpless. She wasn’t even able to cry any more, her eyes already swollen from tears. With another loud whoosh the riding crop landed on her butt, almost hitting her anus. She screamed again, her throat becoming sore now.

“I told you to call me sir or Master.” Michael’s voice became angrier.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir.” Tulia was now speaking very fast, her eyes watching the crop, terrified that he’d use it again. He already hit her four times. Did it mean she only had six to go? She didn’t dare to ask, knowing deep inside that the answer was no. How was she going to stand another ten strokes? The pain was horrible. Michael must have cut her pussy with the crop. She felt blood dripping down her ass, afraid he would ruin her for life if he continued. She tried to think of a way to convince him to drop the punishment.

Amanda stood quietly watching Tulia, fighting to hold her legs spread and open for Michael. Tulia’s ass and pussy became pink after Michael hit them, looking indeed, Amanda had to admit, very inviting. Amanda felt her own juices beginning to flow again and wondered if Michael would allow her to play with Tulia after he was done punishing her. She would prefer Michael fucking her instead but as a new slave arriving on the island she doubted that would happen. For the time being Amanda enjoyed Tulia’s screams and pleas. Michael had Amanda punished more severely than that and she would scream also but more in anger than pain at first. After a while everything changed and she started to enjoy the pain, getting extremely wet while whipped. And by the looks of Tulia she was enjoying it too. Even standing behind Tulia’s head Amanda could see Tulia’s pussy dripping, sure that Michael had much better view of it. But apparently Tulia was too busy with the pain to realize how aroused she became.

“I’ll do anything, Sir. Anything...” Tulia left her voice hanging hoping Michael would understand her inclination and give up the punishment. She didn’t dare to beg him any more, afraid to cross him again. “Please, Master, anything...” She finally made herself call him Master, hoping to soothe his temper, seeing a strange smile on his face, wondering what it could mean.

Michael looked down at Tulia, seeing her pussy dripping, her juices flowing down between her ass cheeks, making her anus shine in the dim light of the room. He felt his cock become rock hard at the sight of her arousal. Would she cum under the punishing strokes of the riding crop? It rarely happened by the first whipping. Besides, Tulia wasn’t yet aware of her own arousal. Michael could already imagine the look of surprise on her face when she realized it, smiling at this thought. Or should he first use her sudden willingness to submit to him to see how far she would go? He was sure she wasn’t ready for everything he had in store for her.

Michael lashed the whip between her legs, catching her full force on her pussy, the thick leather slashing apart the lips of her pussy, pushing deep into the pink flesh, a sickening sound as the leather hit the wet flesh. He enjoyed the way Tulia bounced on the bench, her high pitched screams making his cock jerk in lust. “Higher up,” he ordered Amanda, watching as Tulia’s anus was spread open. As soon as her cheeks parted, the whip crashed down between her crack, striking hard on the tiny, pink hole, Tulia’s body jerking uncontrollably from the burning pain he inflicted.

Tulia thought it was bad enough when he lashed her pussy, Michael taking out his lust with a powerful blow that made stars dance in her head. She screamed in pain, her sex blazing in pain. Her legs were pulled up unceremoniously higher, Tulia not realizing what Michael had planned until it felt like the whip was driven deep into the bowels of her body, her anus shoved deep inside by the powerful blow that hit her fully on the tiny hole. “NNNOOOTTTT THERREEE!”

Michael played the whip along her body, teasing along her crack, her anus going into spasms as if fluttered open and then closed uncontrollably at the rude touch. He pushed it lower, teasing along her legs until she began to squirm again, fighting the urge not to laugh, her body tickled unmercifully.

Her body was on edge, the whip ticking her, Tulia fighting the urge not to laugh, afraid that Michael would change his mind, the cruel whip turning into an instrument of pain and lashing at her sex or anus. The whip sawed up and down her slit, pushing open her lips, rubbing her as Tulia would do with her fingers. No, she struggled as she felt it move higher, up towards her pleasure button, Tulia’s body tense. Amanda spread Tulia’s legs wider, Tulia feeling like her crotch was being split apart, her clit now revealed, the black leather whip in sharp contrast to her swollen, red clit. She shuddered as it sawed back and forth, the rough edge of the whip touching her sensitive clit, making Tulia tremble in pleasure. She looked between her legs, ashamed at how lewdly she was exposed, Michael staring at her boldly as he masturbated her. Then she saw it. She was wet! Humiliated, whipped on her pussy and she grew aroused. What had Michael turned her into? But she couldn’t deny the pleasure that the rough leather whip induced in her body, rubbing her clit as Tulia would do with her own fingers late at night in her bed.

Michael felt her body relax to the gentle masturbation, her eyes closing in pleasure as she succumbed to the touch of the whip on her clit. He raised it up high, Amanda seeing his intentions, spreading Tulia open like a Thanksgiving turkey just in time for Michael to lash it hard down on her slit, paying special attention to catch her fully on her swollen and inflamed clit, driving the hardened bud against her pelvic bone, unable to escape the brutal blow.

It felt like he was trying to drive her clit through her body, the sensitive button smashed into her body beneath the harsh slap of the leather whip. “AAAGGGHHH,” Amanda barely able to hold her down as she shook in pain. She couldn’t even breathe, hyperventilating when another blow came, this one catching her on her unprotected anus, sending it into a series of spasms.

“Nine,” Michael yelled loudly, the whip already sailing through the air to slash hard between her delicate lips of her pussy to slap the tender flesh. “Ten,” he proudly exclaimed, tears in Tulia’s eyes, her pussy now red and swollen. In spite of the lashing, her mound glistened from her juices.

Tulia could barely breathe her body on fire. She dared to look down on her pussy expecting to see bloody mess. It was a deep red and swollen but there was no blood. Instead she saw her pussy glistening, her ass and inner thighs. Michael must have spread it all over her with the whip. The pain was becoming dull now, the skin feeling extremely warm. Tulia saw the crop returning to her legs. Her eyes followed the end of it as it slid to her slit. For a moment she fought the urge to laugh, a smile appearing on her face. But the whip didn’t stop until it touched her swollen clit. Tulia almost jumped at the strange sensation overcoming her body. The crop slid farther down. With a single move Michael shoved the end of it into Tulia’s pussy taking her breath away. He turned it inside her making Tulia squirm. How come she was so exited by being whipped? What has he done to her? Was she really so perverse? Her face turned red in shame.

The whip left her pussy. Tulia heard a quiet moan of disappointment escaping her own lips. Oh no! It can’t be me. She saw her own thick juices being dragged along her belly to her hard nipples as the black leather encircled each of them, teasing them into hardness. Michael raised the crop a bit bringing it to her lips.

“Lick it!” he ordered.

The black leather entered her mouth before Tulia even realized her lips parted to accept it. She gently bit her teeth on it, licking the end of it, tasting her own juices mixed with the leathery taste of the crop. Her body was on fire, not because of the pain but because of her own arousal. The pain only intensified the feeling. Tulia hoped Michael would let her go now as the punishment was over. The first thing she would do if left alone was made herself cum. She doubted that she would be allowed to go before she serviced him again, his cock rock hard pointing at her.

The look on Tulia’s face was priceless. Michael considered for a while if he could shock her even more. His face brightened and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

“You didn’t count the strokes.” He announced taking the whip out of her lips. “So I think we’ll have to start from the beginning.” He let it to sink in.

Tulia’s eyes widened in a sheer terror. He can’t be serious! She opened her mouth to say something and closed it at once knowing now that it wouldn’t do any good. She was too exhausted to protest or even cry.

“Amanda, come over here.” Michael commanded feeling his cock jerk in pleasure at the shocked look of Tulia gazing at him in disbelief. He needed some release but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t give up the punishment.

Tulia felt her legs being freed from Amanda’s tight grip. She let them fall to the floor too tired to keep them up. The whip came to live at once hitting her breast.

“I never said you could lower your legs.” Michael’s voice was stern. “Keep disobeying me and I’ll whip your tits next.”

Her legs went up at once. Tulia was too terrified to disobey Michael’s direct order. It was all getting worse with every minute she spent in this house. She didn’t even want to think what would come next.

“Higher! You will keep those legs spread all the time while whipped. And you will count every stroke. Loud. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Sir.” Tulia felt her heart sink. There was no point to argue.

“Amanda on your knees. Suck me but don’t let me cum. If you do, you’ll take Tulia’s place.”

“As you wish Master.” Amanda was already kneeling down before Michael. She was extremely horny wishing to ease some of her arousal as she sucked Michael. But he must have read her mind or just knew her far too well because he quickly added:

“Don’t you dare masturbate or climax. You have already cum once without my permission this evening. Don’t forget I decide when and if you receive pleasure.” Michael turned to Tulia. “The same goes for you Tulia. But since you’re new here I’ll let you cum. And if you do I’ll end the punishment.”

Tulia was trying to comprehend what he’d just said. Was he expecting her to climax while whipped? As if she was enjoying it? “You mean while you whip me, Sir?” She was sure she must have misunderstood him.

“That’s right. Cum under my whip and you’ll be spared from rest of the punishment.” Michael felt stirring in his loins as he saw Tulia’s expression. Priceless, he thought to himself. She almost made him cum. Luckily Amanda must have noticed it too because she slowed down her eager sucking keeping him on the edge. He petted her on the head in anticipation and raised the crop to bring it down on Tulia’s open sex.

The pain returned with double force making Tulia scream at top of her lungs. “ONE SIR!” She shouted. She couldn’t believe he expected her to climax. But she also couldn’t deny the excitement the punishment was bringing to her body. She never felt this way before. And even thought cumming in front of him was the last thing she wanted she couldn’t deny she was craving it. Before she could think anything else the crop landed on her anus with another loud whoosh.

“TWO SIR!” Tulia had problems to keep her legs in the air. She was breathing heavily. The crop came back to her pussy but this time bringing her pleasure mixed with the pain. A moan escaped Tulia’s lips as she tried to concentrate on pain not wanting to cum in front of Michael. Not like this. Not in this position. He must heave noticed her straggle bringing the whip up to her clit, rubbing it sensuously back and forth over the aroused flesh.

Another stroke came down at Tulia’s ass bringing a new wave of pain making her to feel almost grateful for it. “THREE SIR!” And another one landed on her clit. “FOUR SIR!” Tulia yelled, the gratitude gone at once, the pain returning.

Michael became gentle again, his whip returning to her overheated swollen bud making Tulia moan in pain. But the soft cries changed quickly to moans of excitement. She was fighting the urge to climax. As Michael saw her giving up he hit her again driving the end of the crop into her pussy.

“FIVE SIR!” Tulia brought her legs higher giving the whip full access to her sex. Her muscles contracted as Michael started to fuck her with the whip. She wasn’t even sure if it was pain or pleasure he was giving her. It stopped as abruptly as it started and she felt her ass burning in pain as the whip cut the air landing on striped cheeks.

“SIX SIR!” Tulia shouted panting. “SEVEN SIR!” She added as the next stroke followed almost at once. She wasn’t even sure where it landed this time, her sex ablaze in pain.

Michael looked down at his new pet enjoying the way she tried to fight her own arousal. He didn’t think it was possible but she got even wetter. And by each stroke of his punishing whip her eyes were expressing more excitement than pain. He raised his hand and sent another two strokes directly to her clit.

“EIGHT AND NINE SIR!” Tulia felt she was on the edge hating herself for it. The more she fought the urge to cum the more aroused she became. It was only one stroke. One stroke and it was over. She felt the crop going down and pressing against her beaten anus. He can’t... But before she knew Michael shoved the crop inside her swollen hole. Tulia had to brace herself to keep the position. She felt the dry leather fighting to get inside her asshole, Tulia panting heavily. She felt her inner muscles fighting the invasion of the crop, trying to force the invader out. It slid into her rectum, her muscles going into a series of spasms that burned. But she also felt a strange glow through her body. The crop left her asshole as suddenly as it entered her, leaving her empty, her anus continuing to spasm. With a whoosh, the crop landed on her pussy lips.

“TEN SIR!” Tulia shouted and felt the first wave of an orgasm racing through her body. It didn’t matter any more if Michael was watching her. She stretched her legs to the limit until her crotch ached and came again screaming even louder as she had when Michael whipped her.

“That was nice.” Michael praised Tulia but she didn’t hear him her body still shaking in pleasure. “Get up Amanda and unbind her.” Tulia’s body was flush, a sheen of sweat covering her flesh, her pussy glistening with her cum.

Amanda quickly followed Michael’s order walking towards Tulia on shaky legs. She wished she could climax too, Tulia’s screams bringing her to the edge.

It took Tulia a few minutes to realize what had just happened. She began to sob. She’d never been so humiliated in her life. Whipped and forced to cum.

“Get up.” Tulia heard Michael’s voice. She wanted to protest saying that she was still bound but noticed Amanda and felt her hands being freed of ropes. Amanda had to help up, Tulia unable to stand on her own, her muscles numb by being stretched for so long her body still in pain, exhausted from the powerful orgasm that raced through her inexperienced body.

“Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson.” Michael spoke again as soon as Tulia was brought to an upward position. “On your knees and don’t even think of spitting anything out this time.”

Tulia’s heart sank. Before she knew she was back on her knees Michael’s cock resting on her lips again. She was too exhausted to even protest. Her lips parted as she felt Michael’s tight grip on her head and her mouth filled with his rigid member. He didn’t even wait for her to accommodate him before he entered her throat with one smooth move and began to fuck her. Tulia started to choke and gag but wasn’t able to fight him. It didn’t take Michael long before he came, filling her mouth with his hot cum. Tulia eagerly swallowed not wanting to displease him again but she choked as he came again and again dumping gallons of his seed into her mouth. Tulia felt some of it dripping down her chin. She panicked seeing Michael taking a step back his limp cock flopping out of her mouth. Her tongue raced out to scoop up the errant juices, drawing them back into her mouth in spite of the foul taste. She gave Michael a terrified look. He’s not going to punish her again, would he?

To be continued

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EXCERPT

It had been two weeks since landing on the island. They didn’t find any inhabitants, though they did find some small animals, not telling the girls what they were eating. There was an ample supply of bananas, coconuts and various other fruits that Michael didn’t know what they were called, but all were edible. The camp was near a small pond, a waterfall coming off the rock face making a nice shower for bathing. Everyone had almost fallen into a routine, the guys making daily trips out into the interior of the island or the coastline for animals and fish, Alan becoming very skilled at fishing with a line of string and a make-shift hook or with a spear. The fish tasted much better than the small animals. The girls busied themselves with gathering up fruits, even finding some strange vegetables that resembled the taste of potatoes. They even began a small garden with the seeds, seemingly resigned to their fate, rescue not coming. The girls and boys had kept their distance, but going on two weeks began to strain the tentative truce between them. No one spoke of rescue any longer, each trying hard to reconcile with their new existence, the luxuries of their past life now a distant past.

Michael had sensed her coming, not turning around as he bathed beneath the waterfall. He didn’t move when she pressed her naked breasts against his back, her hands curling around his hips until they gripped his rigid cock, her fingers curling around the massive shaft that longed for a woman’s touch.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Rebecca’s hand finding his cock, her hand barely able to surround the thick shaft. God, she couldn’t wait to get that monster between her legs. She began to stroke her hand up and down his rod, her fingers gliding in the warm water of the pond, her naked body pressed against his back.

Michael relaxed as her hand slid up and down his prick, nice broad strokes, her fingers tightening on the head as they passed over it, sliding up and down in the slippery water with ease. He groaned as her other hand slid between his legs to cradle his heavy ball sack, her hand squeezing his jewels carefully. “Not in the least.” His cock jerked and shuddered in her hand, his balls aching for release. He could feel her hard nipples pressed against his back, her chest rubbing back and forth, the hard pebbles digging into his flesh. He tightened his cheeks, rewarded with a soft moan as Rebecca pushed her loins into his flesh.

She stroked his cock faster, her hips gliding back and forth over his muscular ass, his muscles tightening as she humped him like a dog in heat. She felt him turning around, releasing his cock until he faced her, his eyes staring at her naked body, roaming over her naked breasts, her chest heaving up and down in lust, moving down over her stomach to gaze at her naked bush beneath the shallow water. She opened her mouth when she saw him lean into her, his lips crushing hers, his tongue thrust instantly into her open mouth to dance lavishly over her waiting tongue. She felt his large hands encircle her waist, pulling her towards him, his hands sliding down to cup her ass cheeks. Each hand encompassed a cheek in his powerful grip, his cock pushed hard against her pussy. She could only moan into his mouth as he took her, Rebecca spreading her legs, giving up her body to him. “EEEEEEEGGG,” her scream muffled by his lips. His cock found her pussy, wet and willing, thrusting home with a powerful lunge that buried half of his rigid prick into her waiting hole. His hands held her impaled on his rigid member, pulling her onto his cock as if she were a sock to fit tightly over his thick flesh. She could only move side to side, as Michael’s hands held her submissively onto his waiting cock.

“Put your legs around my back,” his hands lifting her lithe body until he felt her legs drawn around his buttocks, her feet clamped tightly behind him. He buried his cock deeper inside her. He heard the breath driven from her lungs by his powerful thrust, her soft insides pushed aside by his rock hard cock, clenching and unclenching in uncontrollable passion. He crushed her lips again with his, taking her mouth as his cock took her throbbing pussy, his hips a blur as he began a powerful fucking, the need to empty his lust into her waiting body. His fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling apart the twin moons, his abdomen slapping hard against her as he fucked her.

He was huge inside her, Rebecca never before having such a formidable weapon take her. His hands held her against him, Rebecca unable to do anything but take his sharp thrusts inside her, his cock feeling like it was trying to drive all the way through her. He was pounding her hard, her clit slapped harshly with each thrust, Rebecca’s body ready to cum. She felt his hands tearing apart her cheeks, feeling like her anus was open and exposed. He was pounding her without restraint, Rebecca taking the punishing thrusts, squeezing her pussy onto his cock even though it was painful. Anything to please him. She felt him shove inside her so deep that she thought his cock was coming out her mouth, holding still as his massive cock jerked and shuddered inside her. It grew in size, the head swelling up until she felt a massive burst of hot cum fill her insides, shaking her hips from side to side against him until she achieved the necessary stimulation on her clit to cum with him, her head thrown back as she screamed in pleasure in his waiting mouth. Her body shook and trembled with each burst of cum that filled her, responding to his orgasm with one of her own. She could barely breathe when he finally pulled out, the warm water rushing to wash away the cum. “Thank you,” Rebecca’s body finally getting the release it needed.

“You’re not finished yet.” Michael pulled her from the water to the edge of the pond. He pushed her down until she was on her knees, staring at his semi-rigid cock. “You think after two weeks I’m going to be satisfied with a quick fuck?” His hand reached down, slipping under her chin until her mouth rose up. “Open wide Rebecca. Really wide.”

He pulled her out of the water, Rebecca looking down to see that his cock was still hard, barely becoming soft from the orgasm. He wasn’t like the boys she went to bed with, wanting only to fall asleep after cumming inside her. Michael wanted her again. She found herself kneeling before him, his throbbing cock bobbing in her face. His hand pulled her head up, Rebecca having no choice but to open her mouth. She had sucked cocks before, but she was usually in control, able to regulate the depth of the cock in her mouth. This she knew would be different, Michael enjoying the control, her mouth just a receptacle for his cum. She opened her mouth, feeling the hot flesh sit heavily on her lips.

“Lick it,” he ordered her, his hands on the side of her head. Her hands held onto his legs. His cock jerked to life when he felt her hot tongue run over the head of his cock, eagerly lashing out at the thick head that sat on her lips, racing around the helmet with vigor, eager to please him. “Yes, that’s good Rebecca, lick my cock real good.” His hand held his cock on her lips, pushing it around her lips, enjoying the way they pushed out wide to hold the massive girth of his weapon. His cock jerk and shuddered with her oral assault, her hot breath exciting him. “Suck it inside your mouth,” his hips driving half of his cock into her waiting mouth, watching as her eyes opened wide in amazement as the head of his cock pushed out her cheek.

It filled her mouth to overflowing, her cheek bulging out like a chipmunk. Only half of it was inside her mouth and it was already banging against the back of her mouth. She had never deep throated a cock, sure that it was something that only porn stars did, not something really possible. Her tongue lashed at his cock in her mouth, anything to keep it from her tight throat. She felt Michael’s hands tighten on her head, holding her subserviently against his cock, his hips driving it back and forth into her tightly clenched lips.

“Ah, yes,” Michael moaned in pleasure, her tight lips feeling like a pussy around his shaft, sliding up and down as he began to fuck her face. He saw the look on her face as he began to fuck her mouth, taking longer strokes, his hands keeping her from escaping the inevitable. She was trying to please him with her tongue, but he wanted more, he wanted her throat. He pushed with his hips, feeling the resistance at the back of her throat, enjoying the gag he elicited from her, tears running down her cheeks as her stomach turned over.

“AAAAGGG,” she choked as his cock pushed to the back of her mouth, seeking entrance to her throat. She tried to shake her head free from his hands, but he was too powerful, his large hands holding her head as if it were in a vise. The thick flesh pushed at the entrance of her throat, holding her still as he increased the pressure with his hips. Her eyes filled with tears as she choked on the hot cock that slowly began to push into her restraining throat. Her stomach turned over as she gagged, the gag reflex allowing Michael the opportunity to push the head of his cock into her throat. She panicked, her throat clogged with his cock, her nose flaring open and closed as she tried to fill her lungs with precious air. Her hands dug into his legs, Rebecca too afraid to try to push him away, knowing that he would have his way with her one way or another.

Her throat muscles rippled up and down the head of his cock, pleasuring him with her uncontrollable response. He held her tight, enjoying almost as much the look of terror on her face as the pleasure her tight throat was giving his cock. He began to saw his cock in and out of her throat, never quite taking it all the way out, enjoying her pleasurable clenching too much to withdraw. He handled her like a puppet, her mouth just a hole for him to fuck, his hips moving in and out. He pulled his cock from her throat, Rebecca gasping for air, his cock still sitting heavily in her mouth. “Here it comes again,” enjoying the look of fear on her face as he sent his hips forward, her tight throat no match for the powerful thrust. Her mouth opened wide as she gagged and choked, Michael undeterred from burying his cock in her throat, her head struggling uselessly. He pushed deeper, seeing the outline of his cock on her throat, her eyes so wide open that they looked like they would pop out of her head. Michael moved her head in a circle, her muscles bringing such delicious pleasure to his cock.

It must have been ten minutes, though it seemed like hours as Michael fucked her mouth and throat. Rebecca had never been taken so brutally, her throat rubbed raw from his thick cock, her lips feeling like they were splitting in the corners as they tried to contain the thick cock. She was already growing dizzy, Michael refusing to take his cock from her throat, thrusting in and out as she choked and gagged, her stomach turning painfully. Michael shoved one last time, his scratching pubic hairs pushed against her mouth as she felt the unbelievable. She had swallowed all of his cock, the giant weapon feeling like a snake in her throat. He held her tight, Rebecca feeling the flesh grow in her mouth and throat. She felt it jerk and shudder in her throat, knowing that he was cumming in her, but this was different, his hot cum flooding directly into her stomach. He pumped his cock in and out of her, his gasps of pleasure the only signal that Michael was filling her with his cum. She sucked in the precious air as soon as he pulled his cock from her throat, Rebecca choking on the next load of cum that filled her mouth, gasping and choking as she tried to swallow the thick, hot crème that bulged her cheeks out. Finally he pulled his cock from her mouth, but not before making her lick it clean, Rebecca eagerly servicing his cock for his pleasure.

His balls felt much better now, having cum twice in Rebecca, her throat as tight as her pussy. “That was a good throat fuck Rebecca.” Michael made no attempt to satisfy her, his lust sated. “Get dressed and get back to the camp. I don’t want you to get the others jealous.”

Rebecca went back to the camp alone, sure that Michael would take all of the other girls as brutally as he took her. She was almost a bit jealous, not wanting to share him.