I was shoved aside. As I shook myself back from the spell, I saw that Vigger had barged me and was staggering. “I’m really sorry, miss. Really, I’m still pretty groggy from the whooping this motherfucker gave me.”
“‘Whooping’?” Ax said, “That was just affectionate strokes and pats. As you’d know if you weren’t such a wet pussy.” They bro-hugged and patted each other’s backs. “Ooh,” Ax said, “I’m a little tender there.”
I heard Vigger say, “Well, you ain't tender there, bro. If I knew you’d be that pleased to see me, I’d have brought ice-cream and a camera.”
The two men broke apart and another cheer resounded around the barn. Ax looked hard in my eyes and said, “Look, I fought for the honor of the club. Don’t think I did it just for you.” My gut turned to stone.
He went on, “When I saw you here last night, in that stupid sweater, looking like you just popped out of a Sunday school, I wanted to get up your pretty, prissy little skirt and your panties. I wanted to mess you up. To get in you, on you and all over you.”
My knees threatened to give way, my chest swelled and my mouth was dry. He said, “So, I’m glad that I had a chance to fight for you.” His gray eyes held me like a wire. I felt like I could fall and they’d hold me up. He said, “You wanted to dress something?”
Ax had a room above the clubhouse bar. Light came in from the red neon sign and the moonlight. We didn’t need more light than that. I could see his cuts and bruises, his injured eye. I could see enough to dab it with rubbing alcohol that he got from the bathroom cabinet.
I could see the glistening moisture on his velvet skin and I could see his big arms as they wrapped around me. The moonlight showed his hands as he pulled off my jacket and lacy top. His beautiful head shimmered in the reflected neon as he claimed and owned my breasts.
The moonlight didn’t show how my body exploded as his lips found my nipples, but the shadows gave away my arching back. He squeezed and licked my breasts, sucked on my hardening buds as he pressed his body between my clenching thighs.
He peeled the cut-off shorts down my legs then ripped the shreds of nylon tights away as he dove between my legs. His mouth lapped at me like a storm. His tongue, his lips and his breath drew and drove me and my hips bucked wildly as he sucked and thrust on my buzzing clit, his hands squeezing my tightened buttocks.
He paused to caress and squeeze my breasts and lick and suck my nipples. The sensations made me frantic and my hands clawed in his hair as I wrapped my thighs around his hard, hot trunk.
I felt as though my whole body were being washed and drowned in his mouth, as the crashing waves of sensation rolled up my quaking stomach, down my shuddering thighs and into my wildly clutching fingers and tightly curling toes. My thighs slammed tight around his head and my fingers clawed through his hair.
His long, strong, flexible tongue seemed to reach everywhere, all through me as the shocks and overflowing bursts claimed me, repeatedly.
When he came up, on top of me, I smelled myself on his lips and his breath. I sucked his breath in, relishing my taste mingled with his breath. I reached down the silky ridges of his body to the big buckle on his jeans. He let me roll him onto his back as I hauled the buckle open.
Beneath the denim, a massive bulge strained and twitched. I unbuttoned the tense, stretched metal fly buttons, one by one. The strain made each one pop until, at last, a massive hunk of soft, white cotton was thrust out of the widening gap. I stroked it tenderly, feeing its pulse and its heat, savoring the ridges and the hardness.
I stroked him through the cotton and blew my hot little breaths on it until I couldn’t stand the wait any longer. I looked up to see the yearning hunger in his eyes as I dragged the white cotton down, touching at last the hot velvety contours of Ax’s massive, straining cock.
I put my lips over the slick head and slid my mouth down as far as I could, my head bobbing with the heady tang of sweat and precum. My tongue pressed along the underside of the huge, quivering beast waiting to come to life in my mouth. I sucked slowly along it, then back, and I heard him moan.
I moved down and up, cupping and gently squeezing his balls as I felt for his rhythm and matched him as his hips tensed and fell. I swallowed him as far as I could, feeling the head slide along my tongue and pop into the tightness of my waiting throat.
His hands were in my hair. He pressed and held me. Then he pulled my head off his cock, turned me over, and rose above me. He touched my face and I gasped as I felt him, huge and hard, at the petals of my opening. He rubbed the ridges of his hard pole of flesh against the base of my twanging bud before he sank the slick round head into the opening of my pool.
As he worked his way into my tight slit, I gasped. My legs sprang around him. He was entering me so slowly, so gently and so beautifully, and I couldn’t stand it. I needed the whole of that shaft. I needed everything. I needed him right up inside me. I needed to be filled.
My pelvis drove my sex along Ax’s thick, hard cock and slammed my hips into his. Never before had I felt so desperately, hopelessly filled and owned. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my breasts, neck, and lips over him as I held on. I squeezed him as hard as I could, holding on for dear life.
“Fuck me, Ax, please,” I moaned. He turned me over onto my hands and knees. His hand stung my ass with a series of smacks. “Yes!” I squealed, “God, yes!”
Then he slammed his cock into me from behind. His thighs slapped against my raw buttocks and he slapped them some more as he rutted me on his massive shaft. I wailed in pleasure as he seized my soft, bouncing breasts from behind, then my hair.
He slapped my reddening buttocks as he pulled my hair and reamed my soaking, aching, gushing pussy with his huge, hot, fat cock. My arms and face were on the sheets and my ass was as high as I could get it as I felt him stiffen and swell. Longer, deeper, more punishing, strokes of his cock stretched and penetrated me further and harder.
His cock pulsed hard and I felt his ropes of seed gush into me. I gripped him with my pussy, and my thighs. I sucked, pulled, milked him with everything I had until we both collapsed into a wet, slithering heap of sweet sweat and lust.
I passed the spliff back to Ax. “Tag owes me fifty bucks.”
His voice rolled like a well-tuned engine. “You’ve come a ways since yesterday, miss schoolmarm.” His teeth shone in the moonlight.
What was I going to do about those essays that needed marking?
© Alice May Ball, TzR Publishing, 2014
Cover Design by Signs of Desire for TzR Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to any actual events is purely coincidental.
All the people and places are portrayed in this story are fictional. All characters are over the age of eighteen, and entirely imaginary.
Punishment
Alice May Ball
The velvety, glistening wet skin of his ribs crushed my big, soft breasts. His shaggy, tousled thatch dripped into my face as he licked his grin, like a dog that got the pork chops.
The baize of the pool table was sticky under my naked back.
Rap Reader, vice president of Carnage MC. Heavy, and in all the right places. Tall, broad and brooding. Supple as an Electra-Glide and hard as a wall.
Rap had an ass like a poem, like a ballet. Like two, smooth, round, syncopated engines of a weapon of lust. Rippling, rock hard abs, huge, bulging pecs and a long, hard, flat stomach.
Green eyes so deep when they look into you they go into you and all the way down. Kind of feel their way around inside you, like they know every part of you. Like it’s his right to possess you. Do what he wants with you.
Four in the morning, there’s no one left in the clubhouse bar but he and me. A biker and a blow-in saddle-whore. I know that’s what he thought. That worked OK for me. He’
d find out soon enough.
He hauled my thighs up, pulled my knees into the air. Opened me wide as he looked into my eyes, his gaze flicking to my wet, red lips and back. His breath was hot, and I felt the warm moisture on my neck and the tops of my breasts. And in my mouth.
Between my legs, pressed up against my raw, buzzing bud, scraping the insides of my swollen lips, the hard, ridged force of him made me tremble. I bit my lip as he reached down. The strong fingers of his wide hand felt along my weeping crevice.
My hips bucked and my nails dragged down his back as his fingers dipped inside. He squeezed and my lips parted as my back arched. He pressed the slick head of his huge cock in between my soft, hot, seeping lips.
I shuddered as he engaged at my clenching entrance. His hand came up ad he sniffed his fingers and his grin widened. His voice rolled like thick, warm molasses and I felt the vibrations through my quivering stomach.
He said, “You ready.” It wasn’t a question. He put his finger to my lips. I smelled my own heat. I popped my wet lips over his finger. When it was inside my mouth, I licked it. And I sucked. Then he pressed inside me.
His cock burst slowly into me and I bit on his finger. As he slid in he stretched my opening and grazed my gripping walls with his endless rod of thick, hard man.
Deeper and deeper. I tilted my hips to devour him more. I pushed my lips along the zinging ridges and lifted my ass to get more of him. The grin had spread to his eyes and it shone with an evil gleam. Then he pulled back and I moaned in ecstatic agony as he rammed me again, hard.
My nails dug into his back and dragged all the way to the impossibly round pistons of his wondrous ass. He slapped my butt. Hard. I yelped. So he did it again. Harder.
He pulled my hair, yanked my head back as he bent to suck hard, painfully hard on my breasts. Fucking me slowly, mercilessly. His cock filled me up and used me out.
On the way in, I gasped and my eyes widened and rolled. On the way out, my mouth sagged and trembled. My fingers clawed at him. At his ass, in his hair, down his back. I couldn’t stand it. I dug my nails into the backs of his thighs to make him go faster.
He just whacked my butt until I shouted. Then he pulled out. Flipped me like a rag doll onto my knees and knelt behind me. No slow entry, he was in and right up me.
I collapsed to the pool table with my ass in the air and my nipples stung with the friction against the pool table. He pulled my hair back as he slammed his cock up me, plowed right in so his balls slapped on my hot, sensitive mound.
His thighs beat against my ass, and he fingered my little star roughly as he reamed me. His cock dragged downwards on the outstrokes, rasping and vibrating the base of my clit, and he came in high, punching at the folds in my front wall.
I spread my thighs as I could go and my back arched. My toes and fingers curled and gripped at nothing. I banged my fists on the table as he put two big, fat fingers into my tender rear.
Then my knees stamped on the table as he pushed in another finger and he slapped my raw ass a few more times. He reached down for my hair and I shrieked as he pulled my head up.
His breath was hot and moist on my ear as he growled, “Shake for me, babe. I wanna be your backdoor man.” And he pulled out as he said, “Oh. Ah,” and slung me back onto my back.
He pulled up my legs and my ass and pressed down with both hands onto my buttocks, pulling them apart. I had to bite my arm as he jammed his cock into me.
No lube and not much intro, I hadn’t spotted any roses or champagne either. I had to distract myself. The pain was exquisite.
But it was fucking painful fucking. Fuck. Within a few hard shoves he was all the way in. I felt like he was going to come up out of the top of my throat. He rammed into me, scraping my raw flesh and I think he loved the searing heat of it.
He drove into me, faster and harder, my arms and legs were flailing. Then he pulled out, reached for my hair again and pulled me like a rag doll to slide his humongous horn into my mouth.
He got to the back of my throat and I sucked as he shouted as he started to pump and pulse and his hot bolts of slick salty jizz blasted into my throat, slathered on my tongue and dribbled out of the sides of my mouth. Hot rivulets ran down over my chin and dripped onto my heaving breasts.
Carlise, Rap’s ol’ lady, she didn’t seem to think it was a good look for me. Somehow, we didn’t hear her come in.
She was stood in the corner with her arms folded, one toe tapping fast. Her face was a storm warning, category nine. Turns out there was something that Rap was afraid of. She collected a pool cue as she ran out after the thus of his boots.
When they were gone I stole a couple of marine-sized measures of hooch. I dressed as quickly as I could. I couldn’t do too much for my overall appearance, the lure of the far door beckoned too urgently.
Not urgently enough, apparently. I heard the clack of armageddon from her heels behind me. I turned and hurled the heavy whiskey glass straight at her as hard as I could. I ran towards her to follow the glass.
She dodged the glass easily but she was off balance. I stepped in and yanked the pool cue from her, and I slung it away behind my back. I was close and my voice was a notch above stun. I told her, “Sister, if you’ve got a beef, take it up with your old man, don’t bring it to me.”
My breasts pressed against Carlise’s and my nose was a fraction of an inch from hers. Hard and fast I backed her against the wall. I pressed her so her back was against a sharp beam.
Her dark eyes burned into mine and her breath seared hot on my throat, I said, “Your old man’s got a fat, hard, all-weather cock,” I looked right in her eye, “and I like that kind of a cock. A lot of women do.” Carlise was a good three inches shorter than me, and ten pounds lighter.
If she had room to reach out and grab something, a bottle, anything, she would swing it at me, but as for using her hands and arms to actually fight? I didn’t think she’d be up to it. To be safe I blocked her tight against the wall.
I held eye contact hard as I told her, “If you want to keep Rap’s cock to yourself, Carlise, there are two things you’ve got to do. You need to keep that fat, bent pump cleaned out and dry. Slam, squeeze and suck every last drop out of it three times a day at least. Morning, noon and night.”
I narrowed my eyes but I did not blink. I wanted this woman to know that I would be ready to follow through. I said, “And after that, you need your eyes on him every second of the rest of the time.”
I pushed my face closer to hers. “You want him to yourself? You’ll need to use him all up, Carlise. Because mine’s not the only cylinder his piston’s made power strokes in.”
I backed off just a fraction, hoping I had done enough, and I said, more quietly, “Your problem isn’t with me, Carlise, it’s with him.”
Which was a lie, obviously.
I gave her a hard look to face her down, loomed closer and larger over her before I turned away. I hadn’t done enough. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. She yelled, “You BITCH!” as she slapped her open hand at the side of my face.
I spun and I nearly threw a fist in her eye, but I pulled it and gave her a wide, stinging slap across the face instead. She reeled, but her hand clawed at my blouse. She made a nasty, noisy rip down the front.
I slapped her again and I put my knee up to her stomach. I grabbed her denim shirt as she went down and I slapped her face once more. She fell to the floor and I followed her down, grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to mine. Her eyes were wide and her teeth were bared.
Her hands clawed at me, nails going for my face. I let go her head as I slapped her claws aside and her head fell back, but her knees came up into my chest, and her little feet were kicking.
I gave her another slap, hard this time. Her head snapped to the side and she must have been dazed from that, so I gave her one more the other way. I grabbed the front of her shirt, pulled her up to my face once more and I held up the other hand again, but she’d had enough.
I shoved her back to the rug and left her on her elbows with her eyes blazing, and I got out of there.
Hunched on the cream leather couch, Darlene looked out at the bright sunshine through the patio doors, her eyes lost and empty. She dragged a long slow toke on the spliff, took it in deep and held it long before she passed it back to me.
She leaned forward on my couch and looked at me as she let out the smoke, mascara and lipstick sprawled all over her face. “How do you do it, Tania? How do you get all of the guys sniffing and panting after you?”
There was an edge in her voice. I knew she couldn’t care less about all of the guys. She cared about Stokey. Her old man. Darlene wanted to know how it was that I’d got his tongue slipped in my hot groove.
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