"Answer my question!" I slapped her again, pulling out and re-pene- trating with a savage lust."Answer my question!" I slapped her again, pulling out and re-pene- trating with a savage lust. The speed I had taken while I was out was starting to peak in my bloodstream and it felt like the entire essence of my existence lived in the thick ten inches of muscle buried in this teenager's small, tight pussy. I lived to fuck. I was thrusting my hips forward with as much force as I was using to pull her hips towards me, each forward motion driving my cock into her channel with a bone-crunching fury, my balls slapping forward to tickle her clit as my hairy belly came in contact with her parted ass-cheeks. Karen had stopped actually shrieking and was making a high, keening noise from deep within her. I slowed my humping down a bit as I noticed my cock bearing a thin coat of blood; my fat dick must've scraped her dry channel raw. I still expected to get a lot more days use out of this one, and I also wanted to get a fair price for her. It hardly mattered if she were a little torn up or sore inside, but she would be worthless dead or dying; she needed to be in decent enough shape for someone else to get a rise out of her when they fucked her. This was all before the AIDS epidemic, at least, or I might've been worried for myself, with the blood and all. I continued fucking her for another five minutes or so, according to the clock on the dresser, the cock-ring and drugs keeping me hard and preventing me from coming. Her moaning had taken on a new edge, and I suspected she was getting aroused, partly or largely from all the pain I'd been inflicting with my dick. I was getting tired from having to support her, she was after all, probably 90 lbs. |