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deeper into her.
Was that her cervix he was prodding mercilessly now? She couldn’t
tell, couldn’t distinguish between that and the pain from having
her hair being used as handle bars, dragging her backwards. Not
forgetting of course the sensation of his thumb still stuck deep in
her unused rim hole. Certainly, there was that heedless cock sawing
her right through the middle, his hips angled so that he could
shaft into her most sensitive, hard-to-reach spots. It was a sweet,
erotic pain altogether, and she couldn’t imagine any of it ending,
or easing up. If he stopped now, it would possibly kill her.
    On reflex, her hand was smoothing down her
belly, almost reaching her navel. Her one thought was to ease the
raw bite of pleasure-pain causing her inner walls to feel like they
were being stretched beyond limits. It felt like a whole tree trunk
was being pounded into her. Just a flick with her thumb, she knew,
would lighten the sweet tension…
    The next thing she knew, she heard a sharp
“Thwack!”
    He’d spanked her! She went rigid, her daze
clearing suddenly in response to the hard, aching throb on the
surface of her ass.
    “I told you, no touching yourself,” he
growled, and smacked her twice more for good measure. Her body
jerked in reaction, her now stinging bottom joining in with all
other physical sensations. The whip of his large, powerful hands
laying flat on her delicate skin had brought a new mix of hot
anguish to the torment she already suffered.
    And yet even in the suffering was the
insurmountable bliss that could not be denied any longer. Her
panting and gasping had now taken a singsong tone, rising faster
and faster as she felt her orgasm boil to immense proportions. She
was there, almost. The room was already beginning to dim around
her.
    She had started to buck and push back in time
with his deep shafting, and soon she’d picked up his rhythm. Her
spine ached from being bent so steeply, and her knees tingled from
being on the ground so long. She was certain he’d been pounding her
pussy for more than half an hour, non-stop. His level of
self-control was amazing.
    The combined delights of his meaty cock
inside her pussy, in addition to his balls and hips slapping loudly
against her lower moans, was enough to send her into orbit. This
was her chance: she was going to explode on his cock and give in
finally to all the heights of pleasure to which he had brought her
so far. Now, it was time - and she knew without a doubt that it
would be volcanic…
     
     
     
    * * *
     
    “Oh!” she cried out in shock, when just then,
he chose exactly that moment to pull his pulsating cock out of her
quivering core. The instant, resulting bereft feeling she got was
enough to make her want to shed tears.
    “You’re not going to be allowed to come,
baby. Not yet,” he told her, his voice gruff.
    Now, she did cry. Tears spilled
heavily from her eyes. She could feel her now empty pussy vibrating
convulsively on itself, her whole lower body feeling like it had
been put through a grinder. Not again! Earlier, he’d brought her to
the brink with his tongue on her breasts, while his fingers
ravished her pussy. She’d been so close then, too. And now
this . She felt the rush subside, felt the sensation of release
ebb back into a throbbing, echoing reminder.
    But the next moment, she almost wept with
delight. It wasn’t over. He was turning her on her back, making her
lie on the ground as he pushed her knees wide apart, and then
surged into her once more.
    She gasped, her whole frame jolted by the
direct impact. For some reason, his thrust seemed to have driven
even deeper than any others previously had. She couldn’t believed
that was possible, but it had to be, considering how her very
ribcage seemed to feel the brunt of his cock.
    “Look at me, Zara. I want to see you eyes
while I’m buried deep inside you,” he ordered, and her shut lids
snapped open. She stared helplessly into his face, her lips parting
as she