Thanks for the next part of the story, Skweezme. Can't wait for the next section.
Then she began popping his ball again, crushing it until it agonizingly shot out of her grip. Again and again.
He was screaming.
I felt every brutal pop myself, throbbing with each one.
I started groaning.
My orgasm was building up in increasing waves. I used my fingers to surf the swell, riding it as she carried on torturing him.
Then I came and came and tumbled into delicious swirling waters of ecstasy, his screams ringing in my ears like blasphemous church bells. Or something. Phew! It was a bit like that.
Maggie was grinning at me. She’d let go of him. Her hand was between her legs.
“Was that good, Lieb?” her eyes twinkled.
I nodded, smiling.
“Yes! Thank you! Quite nice!”
We both laughed.
Then she stood up from the bed, one hand still between her legs.
“My turn now, Lieb!”
I didn’t know what she meant, just smiled back at her encouragingly. My cunt was still tingling.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sat down on his stomach facing him. She smiled down at him as she let her weight settle, knees either side.
His breath was pressed out of him under her weight. He was struggling to breathe now. She started rocking on him, pressing her cunt down on his gasping stomach.
She began panting a little. She spread her thighs more and ground down harder, rocking herself with more abandon.
She was a magnificent sight!
Then she stopped. Laughed. Raised herself up on her knees, towering over him on the bed. He gulped in air, relieved of her crushing weight.
I thought she was just going to drop back down on him or something, but she didn’t. Instead, she dropped forwards onto her arms so that she was completely over him, dwarfing his puny body beneath her.
Then she clambered forwards over his arms until her cunt was over his face. He drew in enough breath to begin sobbing and begging for mercy.
She just settled down on him, smothering his cries, bringing her thighs together to make sure he kept his face up. She just sat there as he struggled and cried beneath her.
“Lieb?”
I realised Maggie had been saying something. She’d turned to look at me.
“I…what?”
She laughed.
“I was wondering if you could…if you could make him scream, Lieb? Make him scream into my cunt? I’d love to feel that!”
I came out of my daze.
“Yes! OK! Sure, Lieb!” I grinned. Flexed my arms and hands. They felt fine.
I took a deep breath, savouring the moment. His spread-eagled legs, his vulnerable and bruised balls. Maggie.
I drew my arm back, then punched him hard in the balls again.
Kevin is never going to escape the torment from these oh so cruel girls is he?
Good! because if he did I would have nothing exciting to read
Still loving this story, i do feel a little sorry for poor Kevin...but not that sorry!