| 3rd Page of THURSDAYS CHILD. �Fuck patience, Hannibal, you�re always telling me how I should be patient..maybe I don�t want to be patient..maybe I want to be different now.� �How so, Clarice?� Clarice gave Hannibal a special smile that they both understood well. He now knew she had a naughty little game in mind, one they had played several times before but never out-of-doors. Their yard was very private with a large high brick wall surrounding it, and they had been intimate outside several times before, but never quite like this. This �game� was a special game reserved for special times. It was one that Hannibal would only play if suggested by Clarice and was all to happy to play it with her when she did. A quick nod of approval by Clarice and it was playtime. �Lay Back, little girl.� �All-right.� �Spread you legs wide for me.� �Don�t I always, Daddy?� �Wrap them around me, now, darling.� "Yes, Daddy.� He penetrated her with a force that made Clarice grunt, smiling at the sight of her taking him in as he pushed forcefully inside of her. She held on tightly to his rear end as her nails dug into his soft flesh, pushing him in deeper and deeper as each of his thrusts made her grunt even more. Hannibal was grunting as well as he thrust hard into her, wishing to cause her some pain with her pleasure. He had studied the nervous system intently in Medical School and was very much aware of the fine line between pain and pleasure. It was this line that they were now about to blur. Rembering how he had repremanded her earlier, Hannibal managed to say in between thrusts, �You�re a bad girl, aren�t you?� �Yes, Daddy, I am.� Hannibal then suddenly lifted Clarice�s buttocks off of the lounge chair, and while continuing to drive himself into her, grabbed one buttcheek and slapped her on the ass hard enough that she winced. �THERE!� he shouted , still thrusting hard with Clarice�s one leg wrapped around his waist, and the other one steadying herself. "AGAIN,� Clarice yelped as the stinging of his slap mixed with the intense pleasure of his cock was driving her mad. �SPANK ME AGAIN, YOU BASTARD,� Clarice said breathless. Hannibal, still thrusting wildly spanked Clarice again, this time harder as the sound rang in her ears. �OOOHHHH,� Clarice moaned as the stinging sensation grew more intense. Hannibal, knowing the intense aroused state she was in then reached a hand up and going behind her head, took a handful of hair and began to tug hard. �OOOHHH YESS, DADDY,� Clarice moaned as she began to curse at him. �OOOOHHHH YYESSS, YOU MOTH ..� �SAY IT,� Hannibal growled, still tugging and now sweaty and red-faced as he didn�t take his eyes off of Clarice�s flushed face for a moment. "SAY IT!!� "OOOHHH YYYYEESSS..YOU MOTHER FUCKER!! YOU GODDAMNED SON-OF-A BITCH�YES!!� �DO YOU WANT SOME MORE?!� Hannibal grunted, thrusting quick and hard as he could feel both of their climaxes building to a monumental height. �YES!� Clarice shouted, �SPANK ME HARDER YOU MOTHER FUCKER!� �SAY IT AGAIN!!� Turn to next page of story.... |