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But where were the punches? Where were the kicks? I was starting to feel a little lonely. I looked over to where I thought I had seen Fuh and there was nothing, just darkness. I turned to try to find Thompson, making a mental note to not get kicked in the teeth. But I couldn't find him. Unless that was him going down under a shot from Patrick. Yes, that was him. Looked like Patrick got in a good one. Thompson was scrabbling back, trying to get out of range. Patrick was on him again with a hell of a kick. Thompson rolled away and then...and then...I must have been out. I must be dreaming. I couldn't be seeing what I seemed to be seeing. Patrick was letting him get away. Patrick was letting him get away!
The next thing I knew I was in bed and Marlene was washing what was left of my face with a cool wet towel. My nose was broken again, but I hadn't lost any teeth even though I had taken one in the mouth. My right eye was closed and I was pretty sure I had a broken rib. Patrick and Caroline were standing over me.
"You are fucked up," Patrick said when he saw I could hear him. He was smiling and laughing. He was still excited and moving like a tiger, the way he always did when we got into a fight. He couldn't have been happier.
"How can you be laughing at a time like this," Caroline said.
Patrick ignored her. He bent down to look closely at my wounds. "Fucked up," he reaffirmed.
I struggled up on my elbows. It hurt. "You let him go," I said.
"I know," he said, suddenly furious. He punched a hole in the wall. "Had to." Like a cloud his fury vanished and a smile came bck to his face. "You ought to see your fucking face, pal. What a mess! Your dreamboat days are over." He laughed a great big laugh.
"Did you see Fuh?"
"Who?"
"Fuh."
"Yeah, I saw him, or I think I did. Bastard disappeared into the shadows when I caught sight of him. Thompson wasn't alone. Not that Fuh could have done anything."
I fell back on the bed and Patrick and Caroline, seeing that I wasn't going to be any more fun, left me alone with Marlene. I ached all over and didn't really want to move ever again. Marlene went into the bathroom to ge the towel wet again. When she came back and wiped my face I thought she couldn't give me any more pleasure than that.
"How does that feel?" she asked, poking her finger into the big bump on my cheek.
"Ow," I said, surprised by the sudden pain.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Not that much. I'll be all right."
"How about this?" She pressed her fingers against my swollen lip.
"Do you like hurting me?"
"Your cock is hard. I can feel it."
"What of it?" It was true. My cock was hard. It was almost always hard after a fight, win or lose.
"Can I suck it?"
"No."
"Please."
"No.
"Can I just kiss it?"
"All right, one kiss and then to bed. A good night kiss." I hurt all over. Every move was a sudden sharp agony, but I had been here before. I would get better but right now I needed a good night's rest.
I just had one sheet over me and when Marlene peeled that back I could see a lot more of the damage. There was, of course the rib, which pretty much kept me from sitting up, and a painful charlie horse on my right thigh from a kick I didn't even remember getting. All and all not that bad. Could have been a lot worse even if it felt pretty bad at the moment.
And of course there was my cock, its tip up near my belly button, hard as could be. "Just one kiss," I said, " I need my beauty rest."
She slowly lowered her head down, keeping her eyes on mine all the while. When she got to my cock she put her lips on the tip, then, with a sudden naughty expression, plunged it into her throat and sucked and sucked.
"Hey!" I said. I reached down and grabbed her hair. I would have thrown her off hard but the pain was excruciating. Maybe that was a lot more than a rib. "Ah, ah," I groaned, and let her go. I fell back. When I looked up again I could see her face. My cock in her throat didn't hide her terror. Gradually naughtiness replaced it.
"I don't think it would be a good idea for you to move," she said. Her ability to talk while cocksucking was sexy. I imagined this was why girls smoking was sexy. It was like a preview of their cocksucking.
"Marlene," I said, trying to sound as threatening as I could. But it was useless. She knew now that I was helpless.
"What, darling?" she said and fluttered her lashes. She was really getting into it now. What's with these girls and cocksucking? Patrick and I had never really thought about any of this when we had been trying to figure out how to cross the canyon between us and them. But I was too tired and hurt to think and I let my head fall back on the pillow, and just allowed Marlene to suck my cock. Every now and then she would pop off and just say "Cock," all happy, the way a young child will talk to her dolls. "Cock, cock cock," she said bouncing her head back and forth and then plunging down to my balls till she gagged. She slowly rose back up catching my barely awake eye. She looked so naughty. All drooly she came off and whispered, "cock," and gave the tip a kiss.
I was out of it. All I could feel was my cock in this wet soft thing. For once I just gave way and lost myself in the warm, soft, wetness. I let her tongue, lips and throat say "I love you" in the language of cocksucking, again, and again, and again, each time, it seemed, more heartfelt than the last. The tension I always lived with, and thought of as life itself, drained away. And she sucked hungrily, like a baby.
I hurt all over and felt great. I drifted to sleep for I don't know how long, but I woke to find that her pussy had replaced her mouth. Her head was on my chest and her arms around my neck. A little sigh escaped her that melted my heart. Still asleep, she nuzzled into my neck. I made her feel safe. Apparently we had been fucking in our sleep. After I had fallen asleep she must have slipped her pussy over my cock and settled down on my chest. I realized more deeply just how Thompson's play had frightened her. She had been on the edge of being sold as a whore. She probably should have been thanking Patrick more than me. I reminded myself to have another growth spurt.
It was only that my cock had reached that permanently hard painful stage that this was possible. Strangely, in some way I liked that feeling more than any other. Her pussy gave my cock a sleepy squeeze. She let out what I can only call a bourgeois cunt fart. I thrust up into her. I wanted her up! She only stirred and I rammed up into her again. It hurt, which made me mad, but it woke her up with a start. I slammed into her pussy again. "Stay up there," I ordered, and she got off my chest but kept her pussy half way up my cock. It hurt like hell but I came at that pussy from every angle. She learned to pussy my cock no matter which way it came at her. From top, bottom, side, no matter where I came from at the end of every thrust, there was that pussy, wrapped around my cock, sucking away, and proud of herself. But when I went faster and harder, she just kneeled there, arching up her ass, and took it. My cock just took her over. She was nothing but wet docility. She moaned and whimpered like it was the last fuck she would ever have, which for all anyone knew, it was. I must have been doing myself some serious damage. I bent her to my will. When her pussy was docile as only a good pussy can be, and she was whimpering pitifully, I came.
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