Laissez les bons temps rouler! Interlude before part 3

Once it had become manageable to move, I asked if I was allowed to get up. She debated internally, then began to slip back into her other persona. “**You do need a shower, but to be honest, a dick that small really has no chance of being with me, so you might just sleep here tonight. When I have to get up to tinkle in the middle of the night, I’ll just squat over you, mead those tiny little things as I go,**” as she gave me a not-so-light squeeze in my nethers, “**have my fun, and then go back to sleep. Not like I need you trying to poke me in the back with that infant cock all night.**”

Taking away the bag of ice, she started to get up, accidentally placing her hand on my crotch to pick herself up. I groaned in pain and she looked down, “**I’d be mindful of that. Might just make be cum from that sound alone…**” Before she rammed her foot into my groin. I let out an “**Umff**”, followed by moaning to myself “**My balls,… my balls**” when suddenly she stopped. “**Is that what you were saying to make me squirt?**” authentically surprised. “**I thought it was just me beating the crap out of ‘the boys’, but I heard you trying to say something, and my vaj had never,.. you know.**” I really just wanted to cup myself, but I really didn’t want another kick. When she had grabbed my nuts and outright punched them, that was the worst thing I had ever felt. Her kicks were second. And while it all hurt like hell. The type of hellish pain you wouldn’t even wish on your worst enemy, well, perhaps a douchey ex-wife, this whole thing was sexy as fuck.

And she just stood there, between my semi-spread legs, watching my contorted face and as my cock began to throb and grow. I knew she really just wanted to jump on it and ride it until she came. Again. I knew she understand how much my nuts hurt, and part of her hated it, but she was sort of enjoying this whole game. Sure, it couldn’t be every time, but once in a while she was really into just outright kicking the crap out of my crotch. And the reverse would certainly follow. Her cunt would be slapped, punched, whipped, and rode hard the next time, or some other time in the future she wasn’t expecting it. I knew, though she probably didn’t I was going to fuck that pussy up one day, and I’d make her beg me to do it harder, and let her just take my inside of her. But that time would come, and as much as she pushed it here, she would take it all back and more later.

She looked down at me, realizing my mind was up to something, and suddenly dropped down to her knees, landing them both right on my plums, “**Little bitch slave**”, as she ground one knee in harder, “**has one job right now, and that is to please the Queen. Think about that tiny dick cuming on your time.**” She reached below her lower legs, to where my testicles had been partially pressed under her weight and smacked them. “**I told you, these are mine, as pathetically small as they are, and I’ll play with my toys however I want. And right now, I want to smash them in the toilet. After that, I want you to sit up, and kiss my ass. Suck on the cheek. Make it really good. But if you can’t, after I bash your nuts, you can’t do what I tell you, I’m going to stand you up, and knee you 15 times. Just like in that naughty story from your phone…**”

My mouth dropped. She lifted both seats up, and placed my balls on the rim. “**Maybe I should tape them in place?**”, she asked, and as I began to say that I could, SLAM!, she let both fall. Holy crap that hurt. Nausea instantly hit my abdomen, and I dry heaved. “**I take it the argument about if the seat goes up or down is done…**” she mocked, referring to the classic male vs female toilet etiquette that had never really been an issue for us. “**Fuck, if I knew that this was all it took, I’d have bust your balls ages ago.**” She kept talking shit, but was also visually inspecting for actual damage. My face was pale, and I still felt I might vomit. “**Lean forward. Leave your nuts there, or we will start all over. I want you to smell my cunt. Get your nose right up in there.**” I was really enjoying her newfound potty mouth. Especially with the accent. It just made it sound that much more naughty.

Despite this all, she had the perfect womanhood. It smelled phenomenal, it tasted like melon with chili pepper, it was so small and tight, and despite all, her inner labia still mainly remained hidden beneath the outer. My cooking seemed to make her taste sweet, with a touch of a spicy after flavor, even on her period when she became a sexual lycanthrope for oral stimulation, and I could never really place the scent of her flower. Nothing as cliché as “her vagina smelled like roses”, and it certainly wasn’t like any sort of expensive candle, but it had it’s own unique, and pleasant vaginal smell. “**Take a big wiff. Never know, might be your last**”. I did, but would have regardless of her demand. “**Great. You are really following my instructions so much better than earlier.**” Without her even asking, I placed a big sloppy kiss on her left ass cheek. My tongue slid up and down, and I played with sucking in her skin a bit, knowing I would leave a hickie.

My other hand wrapped around her other ass cheek, caressing it and squeezing it from time to time. Her mind was beginning to get filled with the insinuating thoughts of my mouth moving a little closer to the middle, so I helped her out a little by moving the other hand to her very trimmed pubis. It glided over the hair, just barely touching, but sending all of the right sensory signals to the little brain in her cunt. From behind, through that perfect little symmetrical gap below her cute ass, between her upper thighs, I could see her vulva beginning to swell. Preparing itself. Her legs began to squeeze together slightly, the subconscious reaction to her becoming ready and wet. I ran my lips upper her backside, starting in the middle of the cheek, then rotating out to the side. She shuddered at the touch, giggling as it tickled in the best of ways, and then began to slowly rotate her, dragging my lips closer to her perfect mound. But stopped, I spread her legs slightly, aiming my next kiss not at Australia down under, but at France, my tongue on her inner thigh less than and inch from her box. I could feel her thrust a little, trying to lower that pussy to my mouth, but I stopped her, and returned my attention to her thigh just beside it. I inhaled her scent with an obvious flourish, then very quickly slapped her ass with both hands, knocking her slightly off balance and surprising her, but only to have her cunt finally touch my tongue, as I took one single long, lick up her slit and passed her clit.

She was clearly in heaven, and so I stopped, pushed her aside, and went to take a shower as she starred at me dumbfounded, unsure if that was a joke… That whole 'no wrath like a woman scorned' thing is straight bullshit. A woman scorned hath no furry like a pussy awoken, then denied...

It wasn't and now the shower door was locked, and she could not be scream and wait...