Hit her hard
Roberta Jean and Tammy were brawling wildly in the bar.
Roberta Jean caught Tammy flush on the jaw with a right cross which sent her reeling backward against the pool table.
Tammy then threw an underhand left that caught Roberta Jean three inches below the belly button. They pulled each other's hair. They screamed like cats in heat.
They scratched each other's faces with their long nails.
Roberta Jean grabbed Tammy by the nape of her neck and pushed her out the door, so the fight could continue in the parking lot.
The contest was close.
Both women were tough.
The loser was going to get fucked.
By the other's fist!
CHAPTER ONE
Harvey Henderson and Sheree Messmer were sitting beside on another in the backseat of Harvey's LTD. The car was parked on the top of Sex Hill, where the young people of Painted Post, Pennsylvania frequently went to do their fucking and sucking in private.
Harvey Henderson and Sheree Messmer were sitting so close to one another that they could feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies.
They had been necking for some time. The windows were fogged over from the inside because of the panting that had been going on.
Harvey and Sheree were breathing so hard that they each sounded as if they were running the final mile -- the longest mile -- of the Boston Marathon.
"Let's fuck. I need to fuck you so bad," Harvey Henderson said.
"I don't think so. I don't think it's a good idea," Sheree Messmer said.
"How come?" Harvey Henderson asked, with a note of irritation in his baritone voice. He suspected that he knew the answer.
"It's got to do with, uhhhhhhhh, with, you know, uhhhh..."
"It has to do with Roberta Jean, right?" Harvey Henderson said.
"Yes."
"But Roberta Jean and me are quits, baby. It's you and me now."
"She was your girlfriend less than forty-eight hours ago."
"I don't care. That was yesterday and yesterday's gone."
"I'm afraid of her, Harvey," Sheree Messmer said in a low voice.
She spoke no louder than a whisper. Her moist and puffy lips were very close to the young man's ear.
Harvey Henderson could feel Sheree Messmer's moist breath working right up against his eardrum. This made the young man shiver violently all over his body.
"That's silly. There is no reason to be afraid, Sheree."
Sheree Messmer could tell by the tone of Harvey Henderson's voice that he wasn't even sure himself of the truth of his words. Sheree Messmer got the impression from the tone of Harvey Henderson's voice that he was afraid of Roberta Jean Richardson too.
Roberta Jean was a tough broad -- and ruthless to boot.
Sheree was petite, and would have been no match for Roberta Jean Richardson in a fair fight. For that matter, Harvey Henderson did not know what he would do if he ran into his ex-girlfriend in a dark alley.
She was pissed at him, Roberta Jean was. He didn't have to worry about the tough broad carrying a weapon.
Roberta Jean Richardson did not need a weapon. Roberta Jean Richardson WAS a weapon, you understand.
"Are you horny, Sheree?" Harvey Henderson inquired.
"Of course, I am. I WANT to get it on, I'm just scared -- scared of the consequences, Harvey," Sheree said.
"Let's fuck!"
"I can't. I'm having my period," Sheree Messmer said.
"SHIT!"
"You act as if it's my fault or something," she said.
"No, no, no, it's not your fault. You know, I'm just..."
"Frustrated?"
"Yeah."
"I'll tell you what, I'll just suck you off, Harvey!"
"OKAY!"
Harvey Henderson's eyes lit up. His eyes opened so far, as a matter of fact, that one could see the whites all the way around his irises.
"Ummmmm, look at the crotch of your trousers!" she said.
"What about it?" Harvey Henderson asked. He was breathing very hard. It was as humid as a jungle in the backseat of that LTD. The air was carbon dioxide rich and oxygen-light, making the pair dizzy.
They thought they were dizzy with lust. Being horny did not hurt the light-headedness they were experiencing, however.
"There is a big bulge there!" Sheree Messmer exclaimed.
"My cock feels so swollen, Sheree," Harvey Henderson said.
It was true. Harvey Henderson had a full-fledged boner crammed inside his increasingly tight bluejeans.
***
Ever since Harvey Henderson first climbed into the backseat of his car with the diminutive brunette he had been feeling the hot blood of his masculine arousal pumping downward in his body heading for his cock and balls. His dick had been getting consistently longer and thicker and harder. Now the head of the young man's prick felt like it was about to explode at any second from the internal pressure he was experiencing down there.
His balls were swollen too.
His nuts ached.
His cock throbbed.
"Move down onto the floor so that you are kneeling in front of me," Harvey Henderson said softly.
"Okay," Sheree Messmer said. She didn't mind giving the young man a blow job. Not at all. She LOVED sucking guys off.
She thought sucking off a guy was a GREAT way to break the ice.
She thought that it was a lot more civilized -- more lady-like maybe -- to suck a guy off than to fuck him on the first date. Besides, she had been telling the truth about having her period.
She was on a heavy flow day. They would have made a mess out of the backseat of Harvey Henderson's car if they had tried to fuck then and there.
Sheree Messmer could feel her mouth starting to water.
The diminutive brunette's salivary gland was working overtime. Her mouth filled with spittle the second she realized that it was not going to be long before she had Harvey Henderson's cock and balls in her mouth.
Sheree Messmer knew that soon she would have to swallow more frequently than usual just to keep from drooling spittle down onto her chin.
For a moment Sheree Messmer forgot all about her fear of Roberta Jean Richardson. She forgot that she was taking her life into her hands if she let the general public know she was Harvey Henderson's new girlfriend.
Sheree moved onto place on the floor of the backseat of the LTD in between Harvey Henderson's parted thighs. Her hands went immediately for the brass buckle to his black leather belt. Sheree Messmer could see her fingers trembling a little bit. She was so excited. The bulge in the crotch of Harvey Henderson's trousers was huge. The diminutive brunette could tell that her latest lover was hung like a horse.
She unbuckled his belt.
Harvey Henderson's cock felt like it was going to come ripping right through the tight denim material.
His balls felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size, but he figured this was sensational hyperbole created by his sexually aroused nervous system.
His cock and balls felt as if they were suffocating inside his pants.
Harvey could feel his heart starting to pound inside his chest. He could tell that this was a problem that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. The handsome young man could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before his heart was pounding so hard that it would feel as if it were threatening to pound its way right out of his chest. The good-looking young stud watched as Sheree grabbed, the latch to the zipper to his fly with her right thumb and forefinger. Sheree did this, arching her fingers at the knuckles so that she could only the latch with the fleshy part of her fingertips exclusively -- so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way.
Sheree pulled the zipper all the way down. The slight but attractive stud's pants fell open. There was only a dim blue illumination within the car, provided by the full moon which was shining in through the rear window of Harvey's LTD.
The small but well-hung male could see even in that dim light that the white cotton of his jockey shorts was stretched extremely taut by the length and girth of his pecker.
The intensely aroused masculine lover could feel his come heating up inside his scrotal sack. He could feel his silver seed swimming around his swollen testicles with an ever-increasing amount of anxiousness.
"Lift your ass so I can pull down your drawers," she said.
She whispered.
She purred.
Like a cat!
Harvey did as he was told without a peep of protest.
The diminutive and passionate female hooked her fingers under the tops of his bluejeans. The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl pushed her fingertips downward inside his pants until they were under the elastic at the tops of his underwear at the same time.
The orally compulsive local girl then pulled down his pants and trousers simultaneously. The small breasted and tight-assed chick gasped when his cock and balls came popping out of his trousers. His dick came popping out of his pants like some kind of horny jack in the box. The preciously cute and kneeling girl made goo-goo eyes at his porker. The sexually attractive twenty year old girl had never seen a cock as big as Harvey's before -- and that was saying something. Sheree had been around the block once or twice during the varied six year history of her sexual career.
***
Sheree pulled Harvey's trousers and underwear down over his knees. Harvey closed his thighs temporarily so that this would be possible. Sheree did not stop tugging his pants and underwear down until they were both down around his ankles. He then opened his knees once again, opening his thighs past a ninety-degree angle to an obtuse angle.
His cock was sticking straight up in the air -- the tip pointing at the ceiling of the car. She wondered if she would be able to get that dick inside her mouth. She knew that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could to have a chance of sucking his prick. Sheree knew that she might even have to open her mouth further than she had ever opened it before to take his cock in her mouth.
"Sheree?"
"Yes?"
"Go down on it."
"Right. You want me to just suck?"
"Give me the whole works."
"A Sheree special?"
"Oh yeah!"
"I'll do your thighs and your balls with my mouth -- and your cock too."
"Sounds good."
The brunette babe quickly pulled her long hair back over her ears and away from her face so that it wouldn't get in her way while she was giving Harvey head.
She then lowered her head and began to kiss and lick up and down the insides of Harvey's masculine thighs.
The petite young woman used her pearly white and perfectly straight teeth to give Harvey little love bites up and down the insides of his thighs.
She started her oral caresses down by his bent knees and worked her way up toward his crotch. She moved her mouth very, very close to the base of his testicles.
She moved her mouth so close to his nuts that he could feel some hot moist breath on the base of his scrotum.
But she did not make direct contact with Harvey's balls.
Not yet.
"How does that feel?"
"Oh baby, that feels so good!"
"Good?"
"It feels fucking great!"
"I'm glad."
"You have got a fucking MAGIC mouth, Sheree!" he said.
"Thanks. Roberta Jean ever touch you like this?" Sheree asked.
"I don't want to talk about Roberta Jean," Harvey said.
"I won't mention her name again -- I promise," she said.
"I would appreciate it, baby," Harvey replied quickly.
Then she once again licked and kissed and bit her way up his inner thighs -- switching her oral caresses from his right thigh to his left thigh and then back again.
This time, when she got her lips to within a fraction of an inch of his scrotal sack she parted them and allowed her tongue to protrude.
Her lips were puffy.
Tingling.
Moist.
Sheree could feel her tongue tingling. The diminutive and passionate female's taste buds were tingling with sexual arousal. The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl's tongue was pink and long and slender. The orally compulsive local girl stuck her tongue out of her mouth so far that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging at the roots of her taster just above her hyperactive salivary gland. The small breasted and tight-assed chick concentrated on making her tongue as pointy as possible at the tip. The preciously cute and kneeling girl placed the tip of her pink tongue directly on his scrotal sack. The sexually attractive twenty year old girl began to flick the tip of her taster back and forth. Sheree Messmer flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the wrinkled sack that held Harvey's balls lightly and quickly. The handsome young man could feel various muscles in his body starting to tense top on him involuntarily. The good-looking young stud could tell that this was yet another condition that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. The slight but attractive stud could tell that soon all of his muscles ere going to be tensed up on him involuntarily. The small but well-hung male found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his lower torso still on the backseat of the LTD. The intensely aroused masculine lover was shifting the weight of his lower body from one ass cheek to the other and then back again.
He gyrated.
Writhed.
Moaned.
Whimpered with lust.
***
Sheree licked at Harvey's balls somewhat tentatively at first.
But her oral caresses gained steadily in eagerness and enthusiasm as she went along. She began to lick at Harvey's nuts with the flat part of her tongue. Sheree lifted and lowered his balls with the coated part of her tongue.
Sheree licked up under his balls -- at the hypersensitive patch of skin in between his balls and the young man's tight, puckered asshole. This was a portion of Harvey's body that did not have a name as far as Sheree knew. She always referred to this super-erogenous patch of masculine skin as a man's taint. That was because it taint ass and it taint balls.
Sheree did not stop licking at Harvey's balls with her bold and curious tongue until the young man's entire wrinkled scrotal sack was wet and shiny with the spittle she spilled.
"I don't want you to be startled by what I am about to do," she said.
"Okay, what are you about to do?" Harvey curiously inquired.
"I am going to suck your hairy balls!" Sheree said.
"Don't suck me too hard there," the young man said.
"Oh, I know, I know how sensitive you can be," she said.
"You could hurt me really bad if you sucked too hard."
"I promise that I will be nothing but gingerly," she said.
"You have to treat my balls as if they were fragile."
"They ARE fragile, lover. I will treat them like eggs."
Sheree concentrated at that moment on making her mouth soft -- cottony soft. Harvey would be appreciative of this.
The diminutive and passionate female curled her fleshy and puffy lips over her teeth so that she would not risk inadvertently biting Harvey's balls as she sucked at them.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose -- and she could feel her nostrils flaring accordingly.
The orally compulsive local girl could hear herself making tiny snorting noises -- intrinsically animalistic noises -- as her nostrils began to flare.
The small-breasted and tight-assed chick then wrapped her lips around Harvey's left nut. The preciously cute and kneeling girl did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have if she had wanted to.
The sexually attractive twenty year old girl created a subtle vacuum in her mouth. Sheree Messmer sucked JUST RIGHT as far as Harvey was concerned.
Sheree hollowed her cheeks only slightly. She kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times. Sheree sucked and licked at Harvey's intensely aching testicle simultaneously.
Harvey could feel himself bouncing up and down on the masculine cheeks of his ass on the fake leather backseat of his car.
The handsome young man could see that the windows to the LTD were fogged over even more thickly than before.
The good-looking young stud could feel the come inside his bloated scrotal sack getting hotter and hotter. He could tell that his silver seed was rapidly approaching the boiling point. The good-looking young stud could feel a tickle of manly sexual arousal forming at the base of his cock, at the underside of the shaft, at the place where his cock and balls came together. The slight but attractive stud could tell that this tickle could do nothing but grow in intensity as long as the preciously cute brunette was going down on him.
The small but well-hung male could tell that the tickle was going to grow until it was no longer a tickle at all.
The intensely aroused masculine lover knew that the tickle was going to grow until it was a raging comet-like fireball of liquid sexual anxiety. It would be at that point that Harvey would know that his sexual arousal had reached the saturation point. It would be then that Harvey would know that his libido had reached the point of no return. Then Harvey would know that he had reached the point of orgasmic inevitability. His balls felt like a pair of recently lit globs of Sterno -- canned heat! His balls felt as if they were filled with a thousand hornets apiece, and each of those hornets was preparing to sting him at the same time -- sting him with sexual ecstasy rather than agony. The handsome young man could feel his entire body turning into one gigantic erogenous zone. Each and every nerve-ending in Harvey's central nervous-system felt as if it were directly connected to those in Harvey's cock and Harvey's balls by this time.
Sheree sucked at Harvey's nut, wagging the tip of her tongue all the while, for a long time before she pulled her mouth away.
"You are making me so hot, you are making me so Goddamn hot," Harvey said.
"Should I suck the other one now?" Sheree asked.
"YEAH!"
"Your cock is so big!"
"Yes."
"Your balls are huge!"
"Uh huh!"
"And you are such a..."
"A little guy?"
"In comparison. You don't look like the sort of guy that would have a ten inch dick," Sheree exclaimed.
"I suppose not."
"I am shocked!"
"Frightened?"
"Hell no. Pleasantly surprised."
"Good. I have scared some women off. Girls actually. My cock has frightened some girls off," Harvey commented. "Virgins, I guess."
"I guess."
"Now the other nut."
"Ummmmmmmm, yummy," Sheree exclaimed with glee and joy.
She sucked the second nut every bit as long as the first.
Then the preciously cute young woman pulled her mouth away for a second time. She smacked her lips together lewdly -- making an obscenely wet noise with her mouth.
Harvey's bobbing cock was getting in Sheree's way. She knew that something had to be done about this. Harvey's cock was flopping back and forth in front of his masculinity sloped loins. The entire length of his pecker was bobbing up and down at the base as if it were attached to his loins via a tightly-sprung hinge.
Sheree could see that the tip of Harvey's awesome pecker was snapping upward toward his belly, aiming for a spot several inches above his dimpled and concave bellybutton, giving her a concrete perspective on just how long his tube steak was.
Sheree could see that the tip of his dick was getting closer and closer to slapping him in the belly.
But, for some reason or another, that contact was never made.
In order to keep his cock from flopping out of control against her forehead, Sheree decided to hold his awesome meat pole in place. She raised her right hand, with her palm toward Harvey's flat belly. She once again arched her fingers at the knuckles so that she could touch the handsome young man with the fleshy part of her fingertips without her long red fingernails getting in the way. She touched the inside of his cock with those fingertips.
He shivered.
Moaned.
Groaned.
Whimpered.
Whined.
Squirmed.
She pushed the head of his dick upward until she was pinning it in place on his stomach. Sheree simply LOVED the way his cock shaft felt as it pulsated with such masculine urgency against her sexually sensitized fingertips. She rubbed up and down the inside of his cock shaft a little bit with her fingertips and this made the handsome young man whimper even louder than before with his pleasure. Harvey could tell that the kneeling girl was not going to have to suck his cock for very long to make him come. The handsome young man could tell that he was going to have a bit of a hair trigger when it came to shooting his wad. The good-looking young stud felt as if he were going to feed Sheree a hot meat the second she wrapped her sweet lips around the bulbous purple head of his pecker. The slight but attractive stud could feel himself breathing harder and faster than ever. The small but well-hung male could tell that it was not going to be long -- no, not very long at all -- before he would sound and feel as if he were purposefully attempting to hyperventilate himself with the shortness and the quickness of his breaths. His chest was heaving. The intensely aroused masculine lover seemed to be doing a lot work, but he didn't seem to be getting a hell of a lot of air into his lungs. Harvey sounded and felt as if he had magically and suddenly been stricken with a severe case of asthma.
"Play with my balls! My balls are on fucking fire!"
"Oh yeah, I LOVE to hear that kind of talk," Sheree said.
"I feel like the head of my cock is going to explode."
"Easy does it, lover. Wait till I get it in my mouth."
"Don't worry, I won't shoot my wad yet," Harvey said.
"You know that I want you to come in my mouth," she said.
"You seemed like the sort of girl who swallowed jism."
"I am, I am, I am," Sheree confessed without shame.
"I'll bet that you have a very open mind when it comes to sex."
"I do. I even fuck when. I'm having my period sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" Harvey asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Only when I have a thick towel to put beneath my ass."
"Yeah, that is actually very conscientious of you."
"There you go," she said, raising a single eyebrow into a high arch.
The full moon, as it rose in the sky, seemed to shrink in size. It lost its orange hue and then its yellow hue -- until it was almost white in color as it shone through the back window of Harvey's LTD.
What would Roberta Jean think if she could see him?
Harvey could not help but wonder.
She was a tough bitch. Roberta Jean had been kicked out of school three times because of fighting.
She had never actually graduated from high school. The school and the tough girl parted ways through mutual agreement. They did not want to have anything to do with one another any longer.
Roberta Jean's tendencies toward violence had not calmed down after she moved into the real world.
Three times in the two years since Roberta Jean had graduated, she had lost jobs because she had given her employer a punch right in the old kisser!
Sheree turned her left palm upward so that it was facing the roof of the car. The diminutive and passionate female pushed her fingertips up under his scrotal sack. The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl wiggled her fingertips playfully and fondled Harvey's dangling balls in this manner. The orally compulsive local girl bobbed Harvey's balls up and down on the fleshy part of her southpaw fingertips so that she looked for all the world as if she were trying to judge the weight of his swollen glands of masculinity. The small-breasted and tight assed chick then opened her fingers as far as she could, so that she could at least come close to clutching the entire scrotal sack at once in the palm of a single hand. The preciously cute and kneeling girl stretched her slightly cupped palm as far as was humanly possible. The preciously cute and kneeling girl could not clutch Harvey's entire sack at once however. The sack was too big and her hand was too little. The sexually attractive twenty year old girl clutched what she could, however, and she began to squeeze his balls gingerly and rhythmically. Sheree Messmer squeezed his nuts once for every beat of his heart, and in this manner Sheree simulated the natural throbbing Harvey was experiencing in his aching gonads.
The beautiful young woman then parted her lips and once again stuck her tongue out as far as it could go.
This time she placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his cock shaft -- at the very base of the pecker.
She touched the very spot where Harvey could feel the tickle of manly anticipation growing and growing.
Sheree flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth quickly. She straightened her back and lifted her head as she licked upward toward the head.
She licked slowly.
Patiently.
Sensuously.
Sheree licked upward a fraction of an inch at a time, a millimeter at a time. She licked upward steadily until she got to the fleshy patch of skin just below the head of his cock head, on the underside of the shaft, immediately beneath the groove, the split, in his glands.
This was the split that made Sheree think Harvey's cock head looked so very much like a ripe plum.
Sheree could tell that this was a magic spot. She could tell by the way Harvey's entire body jerked when she licked him there. Harvey made a loud grunting exclamation of physical pleasure as the tip of Sheree's tongue made direct contact with the magic spot.
What Sheree did not know was that this was one of the most sensitive spots on Harvey's entire body, a spot where Harvey's nerve-endings were clustered more densely than in any other.
After allowing her tongue to linger at this spot for five to ten seconds -- which seemed like a hell of a lot longer to Harvey -- Sheree licked right up the groove on the underside of his cock head. This time she did not stop until her tongue was on the little hole at the very tip of his pecker.
Now that Sheree had Harvey's cock on her mouth and in her hands she could tell that it was even longer than she thought it would be.
She could tell that Harvey's dick was maybe ten and a half inches long. The truth of the matter, however, was that it was not the length of the man's pecker that impressed the diminutive woman most of all. It was the raw thickness of Harvey's cock that got to Sheree and really blew her mind. She could see that Harvey's cock was a good deal thicker than her own wrist. The diminutive and passionate female could see that Harvey's cock was very close to being as close as both of her wrists pressed together.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl could see that Harvey's cock was thickest at the head.
Sheree could see in the dim light in that backseat that Harvey's cock head was shaped like a grossly overgrown acorn -- the type of acorn from which mighty oak trees grow. The orally compulsive local girl could see that the skin covering the head of Harvey's cock was stretched amazingly smooth and thin by the swelling he was experiencing down there.
Sheree could not remember seeing anything quite as smooth as the skin covering the head of Harvey's cock. It was smoother than any tabletop, she knew.
The small-breasted and tight-assed chick could not wait to find out if the skin on the head of his cock felt as smooth as it looked on her sexually aroused taste buds.
The preciously cute and kneeling girl thought that Harvey's cock head looked like a mushroom cap, like a purple doorknob!
The sexually attractive twenty year old girl found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of Harvey's pecker. She was smart enough and sexually experienced enough to know that this was the hole through which both Harvey's golden urine and silver seed emerged.
Sheree could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of Harvey's cute piss hole. She smiled.
Sheree could not help but think that those little lips made his urethra look like a toothless mouth.
The petite woman could see that Harvey's piss hole was opening and closing rhythmically because of the tiny spasms the young man was experiencing down there. As Harvey's piss hole opened and closed in that manner, Sheree thought that the diminutive nether mouth looked as if it were trying desperately -- and in vain, of course -- to sing aloud, with its acute desire.
The skin covering the head of Harvey's dick was stretched so tight that it looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside.
Sheree could tell that Harvey's cock head had turned a dark shade of purple because it was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of his masculine arousal.
The diminutive and passionate female could tell that it was a blue-black hue.
Sheree could see that the shaft of Harvey's cock was slightly skinnier than the head -- and that it was also a slightly lighter shade of purple. These differences, however, Sheree noticed, were not great ones.
Sheree could tell that the halt of Harvey's cock was every bit as hard as the head. She could tell that it was as hard as rock.
Granite.
Sheree could tell that Harvey's cock shaft was every bit as hard as a pillar of marble. The diminutive and passionate female could see and feel with her fingers and tongue that there were dilated blue veins protruding from the shaft of Harvey's otherwise smooth cock shaft.
Those bulging veins made Harvey's cock shaft look craggy. The handsome young man's cock stem look gnarled. The good-looking young stud's dick stalk looked angry. The small but well-hung male's cock shaft looked a hell of a lot more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making, and there was something about this aspect of his dick's appearance that greatly appealed to Sheree.
The intensely aroused masculine lover's cock had one vein running up and down its shaft that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others. Sheree correctly assumed that this was the main vein, the vein whose job it was predominantly to pump blood all the way up into the head of his meat loaf.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl had just allowed that longest and thickest being to determine the tip of her tongue's route as it flicked lightly and quickly back and forth from the base to the top of the shaft.
Harvey's balls, like his cock, were the largest that Sheree's had ever seen, and Sheree had seen some BIG balls in her day.
The handsome young man's balls were the size of golf balls, only they were not quite round. Sheree thought they were shaped like chicken eggs.
The good-looking young stud's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with come. Sheree's thought it felt against her palm and the insides of her spread fingers as if it were about to overflow.
Judging exclusively upon the sight and feel of Harvey's scrotal sack, Sheree would have guessed that it had been at least a month since Harvey last shot his wad. Logic told the petite brunette that this was not true. Still, there had to be a reason why Harvey and Roberta Jean Richardson had broken up.
Sheree could see that there was a thick patch of short and curly pubic hair growing all around the base of the shaft of his boner.
The orally compulsive local girl could see that there were even short and curly hairs growing directly out of Harvey's scrotal sack.
Very cute.
Very cute, indeed.
Sheree flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across Harvey's piss hole for a long time. Soon, each and every one of Harvey's muscles had tensed up on him involuntarily. The handsome young man could feel his face getting hot, and he correctly assumed that he was turning as red as a beet. The slight but attractive stud could feel his facial features starting to contort wildly, so wildly in fact that he no longer looked very much like himself. The good-looking young stud could feel his back teeth grinding together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face, at the hinges of his jaw, were protruding -- bulging outward with the strain of his exertion.
His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that his jaw was starting to ache. But Harvey hardly paid any attention to this mild discomfort. This slight pain, Harvey found, was next to nothing, all but insignificant, when compared to the roaring pleasure he was experiencing down below.
Down below in Harvey's thoroughly awesome cock and balls.
Sheree began to roll the sides of her tongue over the head of Harvey's dick. She was pleased to find that the skin covering Harvey's bulbous glands felt every bit as smooth on her tingling taste buds as it looked like it would. She licked at the head of Harvey's pecker lazily. She licked until the entire mushroom-cap like glands was wet and shiny with the excessive spittle from her mouth. It was at this moment that Sheree first forgot to swallow frequently enough to compensate for the extra saliva being produced by the hyperactive gland beneath her tongue. Sheree drooled spittle onto her chin.
She didn't care. Harvey didn't care.
Sheree began to lick up and down the shaft of Harvey's cock shaft with the flat part of her tongue.
"I can't believe how hot you are making me feel," he said.
"I can't wait to taste your come," Sheree replied quickly.
"Not all women like to swallow come, you know," he said.
"I can't help but think those women are FOOLS!" she said.
"Why?"
"Don't they know how delicious man-come can be?" Sheree asked.
"I guess not."
"Don't they know that come is good for them?" Sheree asked.
"Good for them?" Harvey queried, tilting his head to one side.
"Yeah, man-come is almost one-hundred percent protein!"
"I didn't know that," Harvey said to the kneeling woman sincerely.
"Sure! Come is like good food, it's like being fed a hot meal. You know, there are times when I can almost feel myself getting healthier when I am drinking come straight from the tip of a spasming cock!"
"Wow!"
Harvey was impressed. He had never heard a member of the opposite gender talk this way before.
"Why do you suppose some women won't swallow?" Sheree asked.
"Beats me. I guess they think it is disgusting," Harvey said.
"There is nothing disgusting about the birds and the bees."
"I guess they must think that come tastes bad or something."
"That only goes to show that they have never tried it."
"I suppose. Maybe they think swallowing come is degrading."
"BULLSHIT! They should live in a nunnery if that's the case."
"I couldn't agree more, Sheree, I couldn't agree more!"
Sheree licked up and down the stalk of Harvey's pecker with the flat part of her tongue -- with the coated part of her bold and curious taster.
The diminutive and passionate female licked at his cock as if she were just a little girl licking again and again at an all-day sucker.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl did not stop licking until she had covered the young man's entire pecker with a thin layer of her sweet and slippery saliva.
The orally compulsive local girl squeezed Harvey's cock and balls a little more tightly than before -- but still nowhere near tightly enough to risk hurting Harvey's twin glands of manhood.
Sheree removed her fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft and snapped back with her head and shoulders to avoid getting slapped in the face with his rock-hard pecker.
She quickly made a fist around his dick with her tiny hand.
His cock shaft was so thick that her fingers did not make it all the way around the stem -- at least not without the help of her long-red fingernails. The tips of her nails were pressing semi-circles of red into the heel of her palm as she squeezed his cock. She squeezed his cock and his balls in sync with one another, still synchronizing her squeezes to his racing heartbeat so that she would simulate his natural throbbing with her super-sexy hands.
Sheree used her right fist to aim the tip of Harvey's cock at her mouth. Sheree concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw, so that she would be able to open her mouth as far as was humanly possible now that the time had come. She worked her jaw from side to side a little bit -- just to get the kinks out of the hinges of her jaw.
The diminutive and passionate female once again curled her lips over her teeth so that she would not bite. The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl did not want to hurt Harvey's cock with her pearly white choppers any more than she had wanted to hurt his balls a few moments earlier.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl once again concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. The orally compulsive local girl knew that soon this was going to be a necessity. After all her mouth was going to be full. The small-breasted and tight-assed chick's mouth was going to be full of cock meat. The preciously cute and kneeling girl's oral cavity was going to be filled to the brim with Harvey's cock. The sexually attractive twenty year old girl then dropped her jaw. She could feel her nostrils flaring wildly. She could hear herself making animalistic snorting noises with her nose that were louder than ever.
She opened her mouth so far that the skin at the corners stretched taut. Sheree's mouth opened so far that her jaw threatened to lock in the open position. She could feel her jaw starting to ache, but she tried not to think about it. Sheree tried to push her personal discomfort into the back of her head, as far from her stream-of-consciousness as she could get it, so that she would be able to concentrate her attention one-hundred percent on the pleasure she was giving Harvey. She then pushed forward with her head and shoulders and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was a tight fit.
But it was a fit nonetheless.
The girth of Harvey's cock head stretched the corners of Sheree's mouth even more than they had been stretched already, and Sheree would not have thought that was possible unless she had felt it for herself.
She pushed forward with her head until the entire head of his dick had disappeared in her mouth. She locked her lips desperately around the ring of scar tissue at the top of his cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his glands. Sheree knew that this ring of scar tissue came from the operation Harvey had received -- no doubt when he was just a little baby -- to remove his useless foreskin.
She began to suck.
CHAPTER TWO
At that moment Roberta Jean Richardson was sitting on a barstool in THE GOLDEN GREEK'S BAR AND GRILL AND BOWLING LANES, a beer and shots joint on the southern-most edge of Painted Post, Pennsylvania.
Roberta Jean Richardson was a tall woman, standing close to five feet ten inches. She was a blonde bombshell, with all of her curves in the right places. Roberta Jean, as they say, was broad where a broad was supposed to be broad. She was an Amazon woman, tougher than most of the men in town, yet her face and her body were achingly beautiful. Her muscles, though well-toned and somewhat bulky, were not the slightest bit unattractive.
It was obvious to everyone who looked at Roberta Jean that she had put in a lot of work at the local spa to keep herself in fine shape.
She had grown up with a domineering father and a drunken mother.
She had learned how to fight early -- since she had nothing but older brothers, and it was a skill that had gotten her in a hell of a lot of trouble during the twenty years she had been on the earth. Her tits were huge.
She had a chip on her shoulder, mostly because of the merciless teasing she had received from the other kids in grammar school and high school because of her mother's constantly inebriated state.
The teasing had stopped once Roberta Jean started kicking ass. The trouble was that Roberta Jean Richardson did not know when to keep her fists to herself.
It seemed that she was always starting a fight and there was more than one member of the community that thought it was pretty Goddamned amazing that Roberta Jean Richardson had never spent time in prison.
The problem only got worse when Roberta Jean was drinking, which was why the bartender, Joey, was keeping a close watch on her on this particular night.
Joey was going to get Roberta Jean Richardson's ass out of the bar and back onto the street at the first signs of trouble.
He figured he would, in this manner, keep Roberta Jean from hurting herself or others. More likely others.
Sitting beside Roberta Jean at that moment was her very best friend Bertha.
Bertha Klemmer.
The woman was not a calming influence on Roberta Jean. Not at all. Roberta Jean's equally tough friend's appearance on the bar stool next to the blonde at the bar did not make Joey the bartender feel any better.
This was double-trouble as far as he was concerned.
Bertha was famous in and around Painted Post, Pennsylvania for her many tattoos which literally covered her body.
Her hair was dark.
Cut short.
Butch.
In spite of the fact that it was a Friday night, the bar was not crowded. There were a couple of guys shooting eight ball, and some girl that looked like she was still in high school, wearing tight jeans, kept playing the jukebox. Everything was calm. The calm before the storm.
"Another beer?" Joey asked Roberta Jean. His voice was low.
"Sure, fill her up. I want this to be the sort of night I can't even remember in the morning." Roberta Jean said.
"Bertha?"
"Yeah, fill her up. It'll be a cold day in hell before I can't chink with Roberta Jean one for one," Roberta Jean's equally tough friend said with a toothy grin.
Joey could see that there were gaps between Bertha's teeth.
Roberta Jean was wearing some tight jeans herself on this night. Her denim trousers were so tight that they left nothing to the imagination. Anyone who cared to look could clearly see the cleavage between Roberta Jean Richardson's buttocks -- not to mention the cleavage between her vaginal lips in front.
Roberta Jean's jeans were so tight that they had to be peeled on and off. The muscular and super tough blonde bombshell's jeans were so tight that they looked as if they had been applied with a can of dark blue spray paint.
They were not designer jeans, but cheaper imitations of the same.
Roberta Jean did not have money for fancy clothes. She had been born poor and she had stayed poor. Roberta Jean Richardson was hardly a little girl who had been born with the silver spoon in her mouth.
The spoon in Roberta Jean's mouth had been copper -- and reeking of poverty. Roberta Jean Richardson was poor white trash.
***
"You feeling okay?" The blonde bombshell's heavily tattooed buddy asked, leaning toward the blonde a bit as she spoke. Joey served up the beers and took the money out of the pile that had already accumulated in front of the pair of tough broads on the bar.
Joey pretended not to listen as he served the drinks.
But the tops of the bartender's ears were burning, and he couldn't help himself. He had to listen.
"Take a hike," Bertha said.
"I'd rather kill you than look at you," Klemmer said to the bartender, and he quickly retreated.
"Yeah, I feel okay. Why wouldn't I feel okay?" Roberta Jean said.
"I thought maybe you were still upset about Harv..."
"SHIT! I don't fucking want to talk about him, Bertha!"
"Right."
"That motherfucker is going to pay one day," Roberta Jean Richardson said, hammering a clenched fist onto the bar so hard that it made the head of her beer spill over the side and roll down the glass.
"Easy."
"I have never been so mother-fucking humiliated in all my mother-fucking life," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"You're getting loud," Bertha Klemmer said in a soothing tone.
"I'm sure I don't give a fuck how loud I get," the blonde said.
"Yeah, okay, suit yourself," Bertha said, sipping her beer calmly.
"Imagine HIM leaving ME. He deserves to die," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"What about the chicks he dates from now on?" Bertha asked.
"They fucking deserve to fucking die too!" the blonde said.
"I see. We are going to be busy," Bertha said with a throaty laugh. Bertha Klemmer lit a non-filter cigarette and took such a deep drag that it made her squint.
She coughed a little as she exhaled and spit a clam on the sawdust floor.
Just then the door opened and Tammy walked in. Bad timing.
Tammy Cunningham was Roberta Jean Richardson's sworn enemy. Tammy was tough too and many times the pair had fought long drag out battles which inevitably ended in a draw.
Roberta Jean seethed at the sight of Tammy Cunningham. Tammy seethed at the sight of Roberta Jean Richardson.
They had fought their first fight in the fourth grade and things had been downhill as far as their relationship was concerned ever since.
"Roberta Jean, Bertha," Tammy said as she entered.
"Fuck yourself," Roberta Jean muttered into her sudsy brew.
Tammy Cunningham pretended not to hear. She had fire-red hair piled up on top of her head and hips that weren't what they once were. As Roberta Jean Richardson liked to say, "Tammy is going Crisco. FAT IN THE CAN!"
Tammy took a seat at the far end of the bar. Tammy ordered herself a beer and a shot. Tammy Cunningham winked at Joey as he served her. He filled the shot glass to the brim, past the little black line that measured out a perfect fluid ounce.
The redheaded and loud-mouthed local barfly knew a secret and she was never very good at keeping secrets. Roberta Jean's much-despised and sworn enemy was particularly bad at keeping secrets when they concerned the blonde.
"Joey, you'll never guess who I saw tonight driving down the main strip," Tammy Cunningham exclaimed.
"Who?" the bartender inquired, his eyes lethargy filled.
"Harvey Henderson. What a panic!" Tammy exclaimed.
Roberta Jean's head snapped toward the redhead for a moment and then she quickly stared back into her beer, watching the little bubbles rise to the surface where they popped one by one.
"You want to know why it was such a panic?" Tammy asked the bartender.
"Not really."
"Well, I'm going to tell you why anyway," Tammy said.
Bertha sensed a fight. Bertha Klemmer tensed the muscles in her arms. Roberta Jean's equally tough friend made several tattoos stretch and ripple as she tensed her muscles. The blonde bombshell's heavily tattooed buddy had a sixth sense when it came, to trouble. Of course, it took no intuition to know that there was going to be trouble when Roberta Jean and Tammy Cunningham found themselves seated at the same bar.
Since there were only three bars in all of Painted Post, Pennsylvania, this happened more frequently than Joey, the bartender, would have liked.
Beads of sweat formed across the bartender's brow.
It was obvious to the hayseeds shooting eight ball that the bartender was a hell of a lot more nervous than any of the women involved in this potentially violent tension.
Off in the distance they could hear the thunderclap roar of bowling balls rolling down, alleys, then the crash of scattered pins. The bar would fill up once the Friday Night Bowling League had finished up.
"It was a panic because Harvey wasn't alone," Tammy said.
Roberta Jean turned her head toward Tammy once again, and this time she kept her head turned. Roberta Jean Richardson was squeezing her glass so hard that it was threatening to shatter in her fist. The muscular and super-tough blonde bombshell was squeezing her beer glass so hard that each and every one of her knuckles had turned white.
"You want to know who he was with?" Tammy Cunningham asked.
"Tammy, please, shut up," Joey said, sweat now pouring from his face.
"No, no, no, no, no, I want to tell you who Harvey Henderson was with. This'll kill you. He was with that little mouse of a babe, Sheree Messmer, and I can't be sure -- but it looked to me like they was headed straight up toward Sex Hill!" Tammy said.
"THAT DOES IT!" Roberta Jean Richardson said, lifting her glass and hurling it at Tammy Cunningham's head. The glass narrowly missed and shattered against the wall behind the redhead, near the entrance to the Men's Room.
"GIRLS!" Joey shouted.
"You are a fucking big-mouth bitch," Roberta Jean said.
"Ohhhhhhh, Roberta Jean, I forgot you and Harvey used to go out. That is, until he DUMPED you!"
"You are going to eat those fucking words, bitch, and they are going to taste like my knuckles!"
"I ain't scared of you, cunthole," Tammy Cunningham said to Roberta Jean.
"Let's get her," Bertha said.
"You stay here. This is between her and me," Roberta Jean said.
"TAKE IT OUTSIDE!" Joey said. But it was too late. Roberta Jean and Tammy were already headed toward one another.
It was a collision course.
***
Roberta Jean grabbed a handful of Tammy's red hair with her left hand and shot a right fist right into Tammy Cunningham's belly. The punch had enough force behind it to double the redhead over. Tammy Cunningham folded to a ninety-degree angle at the waist, jack-knifing sharply with the intensity of the blow.
Tammy Cunningham reached up with her left hand and clawed her long red fingernails across the side of Roberta Jean's neck. Three lines of blood appeared, frightening close to Roberta Jean Richardson's jugular vein.
"I am going to kick the fucking shit out of you," Roberta Jean said.
"Yeah, you and what army?" Tammy Cunningham inquired.
"I am going to take care of you with me and my two friends. My fists," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"You are nothing but a puddle of vomit," Tammy said. The redhead let loose with a right cross that caught Roberta Jean flush on the jaw.
Roberta Jean turned her head a little at the last possible second, but the punch still caught her enough to send her reeling backward.
"You are a puddle of monkey shit," Roberta Jean said.
"You are the scum from a retards asshole," Tammy Cunningham said.
"You eat the scum from retards assholes," Roberta Jean said.
Roberta Jean punched Tammy right in the nose. Blood began to flow from the redhead's right nostril, rolling down over her heavily lipsticked lips.
Tammy Cunningham let loose with a lightning quick left jab that caught Roberta Jean on the lower lip. Now they were both bleeding from the base. Roberta Jean felt savage. She grabbed Tammy Cunningham by the arm and bit her so hard that she broke the skin.
"Owwwwwwwww," Tammy Cunningham hollered at the top of her lungs.
Tammy Cunningham threw Roberta Jean up against the wall and temporarily knocked the wind out of the blonde bombshell.
"TAKE IT OUTSIDE!" Joey, the bartender screamed. The hayseeds who had been playing eight balls stepped back and began to cheer for their favorites. Roberta Jean grabbed Tammy Cunningham and threw her against the pool table. Tammy Cunningham was bent over backward across the green felt, her head moving the eight ball, as Roberta Jean Richardson punched her in the face repeatedly, throwing combinations of right and left hands. Tammy Cunningham finally managed to push her off and punched Roberta Jean Richardson right in the left tit. The tit felt soft and her fist sunk deep into the globular mammary gland on Roberta Jean's chest.
Roberta Jean kicked Tammy Cunningham in the cunt.
Tammy got Roberta Jean Richardson in a head lock.
The redhead squeezed so tightly that Roberta Jean feared for a moment that her skull was going to be crushed. There was a frightening moment or two when Roberta Jean Richardson thought her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of her head.
The muscular and super-tough blonde bombshell managed to break free and grabbed Tammy Cunningham by the neck. The large-breasted and long-legged troublemaker dragged Tammy Cunningham toward the door. She knew that if she busted up the place too badly she wouldn't be allowed in the bar anymore, and he needed a place to drink. The Lord knew that Roberta Jean Richardson needed a place to drink.
They went out the door together and out onto the street.
Bertha followed. Bertha Klemmer told herself that she was going to jump in, just in case Roberta Jean looked like she was taking the worst of it. Roberta Jean's equally tough friend, however, could see that she had nothing to worry about. The blonde bombshell's heavily tattooed buddy could see that Roberta Jean Richardson had this particular fight well in hand.
"Give it to her, Roberta Jean!" Bertha cheered loudly.
Tammy Cunningham legs gave out on her and she crumbled to the pavement, but Roberta Jean did not stop. The blonde pounced on the redhead and continued to beat her.
She beat Tammy Cunningham until the redhead went limp.
"Leave her alone, now. She's done," Bertha exclaimed.
"NO! I ain't fucking through with her," Roberta Jean said.
"What are you going to do, KILL her?" Bertha asked.
"No, close, but I don't think I'll kill her," Roberta Jean said.
"What are you going to do, Roberta Jean?" Bertha asked.
"Help me drag her into your car, Bertha," Roberta Jean said.
"Why?"
"We are going to take her back to my place," Roberta Jean said.
"Why?"
"I already told you, I ain't through with her yet."
"What are you going to do to her?" Bertha Klemmer asked.
"I am going to tie her up, and then, yes, then I am going to abuse her. I am going to make her burn. I am going to give her a good old-fashioned lesson in human nature. Oh yeah, oh yeah, I am going to give her something that she ain't never going to forget."
"Sounds like fun," Bertha said.
Roberta Jean and Bertha dragged Tammy into the backseat of the tattooed lady's car. The doors were slammed shut.
Bertha got behind the wheel.
Roberta Jean sat shotgun.
Roberta Jean Richardson kept an eye on Tammy in the back, to make sure that she didn't wake up. The back of Tammy's head had taken quite a crack against the pavement.
"She looks like she is going to be snoozing for awhile," Roberta Jean said.
"I hope you didn't kill her."
"No, she's still breathing."
"So far."
Roberta Jean laughed.
"For her, the worst is yet to come," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
They drove directly to Roberta Jean's small shanty at the edge of town. The shanty had three rooms, indoor plumbing and was made of wood. There were no neighbors within a quarter of a mile. There would be no need to gag Tammy. Roberta Jean and Bertha could let Tammy scream all she wanted. No one was going to hear the bitch wailing her lungs out.
In pain!
"Help me drag her inside, Bertha," Roberta Jean said.
"Right. I'll take her feet and you take her arms," Bertha said.
The two young women, being very strong, had no trouble transporting Tammy into the shanty where they dropped her hard onto the living room floor. THUNK!
"Where now?" Bertha asked.
"The bedroom."
"What are you going to do to her?" Bertha asked quickly. There was a note of concern in the tattooed woman's voice -- as if she feared that hanging out with Roberta Jean Richardson on this particular evening connoted biting off more than she could chew.
"We are going to abuse her, like I said," Roberta Jean said.
"Are we going to SEXUALLY abuse her?" Bertha inquired.
"Is there any other kind?" Roberta Jean asked with a throaty laugh.
"I guess not. I am not sure that I want any part of this."
"Chicken-shit."
"Don't start with me, Roberta Jean. I'm your friend."
"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You can just watch," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"I think I am going to split," Bertha said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other nervously.
"Suit yourself. At least help me get her onto my bed first."
"Okay -- then I am leaving," Bertha said firmly.
"Fine -- be that way."
Once again Roberta Jean and Bertha lifted the unconscious redhead. They carried her into Roberta Jean's bedroom and flung her onto the bed. Tammy bounced up and down a couple of times before coming to a rest on her back in the center of the mattress.
Tammy was getting blood all over Roberta Jean's bedspread. The tall and muscular blonde bombshell did not give a shit.
"I'm leaving," Bertha said.
"See you," Roberta Jean responded.
"Don't do anything you'll regret later," Bertha said.
"Doing things I am going to regret later is what I do best."
"Call me later -- just to let me know how you are," Bertha said.
"Can do."
Bertha left.
Roberta Jean was alone with Tammy -- her latest victim. Her latest SEX victim.
Roberta Jean Richardson had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. She finally had Tammy where she wanted her -- after many, many years of waiting.
Tammy began to wake. Tammy Cunningham moaned. The recently rendered submissive redhead opened her eyes and winced.
"All right, cocksucking bitch, you are finally going to get what you got coming to you," Roberta Jean said.
"Roberta Jean..."
"That's right. You are in my house now and I ain't going to let you go until I have had lots of fun with you."
Tammy Cunningham tried to sit up.
She was too weak.
She fell back down onto the bed and groaned. Blood had coagulated on her upper lip.
Roberta Jean reached down and tore Tammy's blouse right off of her body. RRRIIIPPP! Tammy wore no bra.
Her tits were exposed.
Roberta Jean Richardson pulled off Tammy's spiked high heels and then yanked off her pants, pulling her panties off in the process. Roberta Jean could see that Tammy's pubic patch was the same color as the hair on her head.
The color of fire!
"I am going to tie you to the bed, and then I am going to whip the living shit out of you," Roberta Jean said.
"Please, Roberta Jean, give me a break," Tammy Cunningham said.
"I'll teach you to talk about my boyfriend in public."
"He isn't your boyfriend anymore, Roberta Jean," Tammy said.
Roberta Jean slapped Tammy across the face six times.
Roberta Jean Richardson slapped Tammy Cunningham three times with the palm of her hand and three times with the knuckles at the back of her hand -- three times on either of Tammy's already bruised cheeks.
The bed had four bedposts which made things very convenient for Roberta Jean's bondage purposes. Roberta Jean went into the other room and fetched a coil of copper wire and a pair of wire-cutters. She cut off four evenly-lengthen pieces of wire. Tammy was every bit as naked as the day she was born.
***
Roberta Jean grabbed Tammy by the left forearm, the redhead still on her back, and she gripped so hard that Tammy called out with pain. Roberta Jean dug her fingernails right into the flesh of Tammy's forearm, coming very close to breaking the skin.
Tammy felt as if she were caught inside a bear trap.
Roberta Jean pulled the redhead's left arm back over her head toward the bedpost at the left side of the head of the bed.
Roberta Jean pulled so hard that Tammy once again called out with her suddenly acute physical discomfort.
Roberta Jean pulled so hard that Tammy half expected to hear her bones snapping -- at either her wrist or at her elbow -- at any second. Roberta Jean Richardson pulled at the redhead's arm so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when Tammy thought her shoulder was about to be ripped out of its socket.
Roberta Jean pulled Tammy's arm taut, so that it was locked in the straight position at the elbow. Tammy could feel reality drifting back into her head.
Her head hurt like hell.
She thought her nose might be broken.
Now there was new pain to deal with.
Roberta Jean wrapped one of the pieces of copper wire around Tammy's wrist and the bedpost at the same time, making a figure-eight with the wire as she wrapped it around and around.
Naturally enough, Roberta Jean Richardson wrapped the wire around Tammy's wrist as tightly as she could.
Tammy could feel the wire cutting into her wrist flesh.
Tammy Cunningham could tell that the wire was going to leave an ugly red ring around her wrist, a ring that was going to take days to fade even after the bondage was removed.
IF the bondage was removed.
Tammy had no way of knowing whether or not she was ever going to see the light of day, again. For all the redhead knew the blonde was going to kill her right there on the bed after stringently binding her with wire.
The wire was around Tammy's wrist so tightly that she could tell the circulation of blood to her hand was being, completely cut off. Tammy Cunningham could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers were turning a deep purple color -- the color of a man's cock head when his prick was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of his masculine arousal.
Roberta Jean's sworn enemy could feel pins and needles in the tips if her left fingers, and she was smarty enough to know that she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for very long.
She knew that it was not going to be long before she wouldn't be able to feel anything at all in the tips of her fingers. Or, in her entire hand, for that matter.
Tammy could tell that Roberta Jean's bondage was soon going to render her entire hand feelingless. Tammy Cunningham tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles, and discovered, to her dismay, that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Her knuckles were getting stiffer.
And stiffer.
And stiffer.
The recently rendered submissive redhead could tell that soon she would not be able to wiggle her fingers at all. Soon, she could tell, her entire hand was going to be rendered both feelingless and motionless because of the stringent bondage Roberta Jean Richardson was so cruelly administering just then.
"Please..."
"Please what, you cocksucking little bitch slut?"
"Please have mercy on me," Tammy Cunningham begged.
"HA!"
"You laugh."
"Mercy? Mercy! HA! I don't even know the meaning of the mother-fucking word," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"Oh God..."
"Face it, CUNT, God ain't here. It's just you and me."
"Ohhhhhhhh..."
"And I am the mistress of the devil himself, cunt!"
Since the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, Roberta Jean had to circle all the way around the foot to get to the other side, so she could repeat the process with Tammy's other arm.
Roberta Jean Richardson took long and surprisingly graceful strides as she walked around to the other side of the bed. Tammy watched this movement and thought that Roberta Jean looked like a wild animal, a wild jungle beast in heat, encircling her helpless prey.
And that was very much how Tammy Cunningham felt at that moment -- like Roberta Jean Richardson's helpless prey.
Tammy tried to kick and struggle with her legs and her one free arm for a moment, but not for long. Each and every muscle in Tammy's body hurt and her joints felt stiff -- as if they were badly in the need of oil.
"Tonight is a night you are never going to forget, Tammy."
"You are going to pay for this, Roberta Jean!" the redhead said.
"If I were you, cocksucking bitch, I would be more polite."
"Shit!"
"Face it, babycakes, I got you right where I want you. I got you right by the mother-fucking short and curlies," Roberta Jean Richardson said with a laugh.
"Fuck!"
Roberta Jean repeated the process with Tammy Cunningham's right arm, once again locking her elbow in the straight position, once again tying the wire around her wrist so tight that the circulation of blood to her hand was completely cut off.
It was not very long at all before Tammy could not feel any more in her right hand than she could in her left.
Tammy remained still on the bed, preserving her energy.
Tammy Cunningham's legs were stretched out toward the foot of the bed. She had her knees and her ankles close together. The recently rendered submissive redhead correctly assumed that Roberta Jean Richardson was not going to allow her knees and ankles to stay close together for very long. Roberta Jean's sworn enemy watched as the blonde moved to the foot of the bed.
Roberta Jean stared at Tammy Cunningham's pink pussy.
Her tits.
Her flat belly.
Her tapered thighs.
Roberta Jean Richardson then jack-knifed sharply at the waist and reached down with straightened arms to grasp both of Tammy's ankles at the same time.
Roberta Jean gripped at Tammy's ankles so hard that her knuckles whitened. Then, with a single outward swoop of her straightened arms she pulled Tammy's legs apart.
Roberta Jean looked for all the world as if she were making a wish over a human wishbone as she did this.
Roberta Jean pulled Tammy's thighs open past a ninety-degree angle to a slightly obtuse angle with that single motion.
Roberta Jean then quickly wired the redhead's ankles to the bedposts at the foot of her bed. Roberta Jean tied Tammy's ankles every bit as tightly as she had her wrists. Tammy could see her toes turning a dark shade of purple. Soon she couldn't wiggle her toes any better than she could wiggle her fingers. Soon she could feel anything from the ankles down. The wire was cutting deeply into Tammy's ankles, hurting her worst of all at the anklebones.
"Now you are going to be whipped, cunt," Roberta Jean said.
"Please don't do that to me," Tammy Cunningham begged.
"The more you plead, bitch, the more I want to hurt you."
"I'll scream. I'll scream my fucking head off!" Tammy said.
"Go ahead."
"You don't care?"
"I don't give a flying shit, Tammy," Roberta Jean said.
"How come?"
"We are put in the middle of nowhere, remember?" Roberta Jean said.
"Oh, yeah."
"Oh, yeah. No one is going to hear your fucking screams."
"What, what are you going to whip me with?" Tammy asked.
The redhead found it difficult not to stammer as she spoke.
"I am going to use a black leather belt, cuntbreath!"
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are going to cover me with welts!"
"Yeah, you cocksucking bitch, that it the whole idea!"
"Don't you want to whip my other side, my ass and back?"
"If I wanted to do that I would have bound you on your belly."
"But..."
"That's right, you scumsucking cuntface! I am going to whip your tits!" Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Tammy Cunningham screamed hysterically.
Tammy could never remember being so frightened before.
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It was the summer Jennifer invited the twins, Jana and Kyra, to visit her on QAI; Dave was also back in their home province — things had not gone well and Jennifer's relationship with Dave was in tatters. And her future with Mark was not as certain
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