Disappointment

   This is my first story (FM,fdom, bathing, BDSM, biting, femdom,
lactation, puke, torture, unprotected, watersports, ws).  I'm not sure how
to add the tags properly.

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   Eric turned off the TV as soon as he heard her approach.  The family car
wasn't particularly loud, but he always recognized it even through the din
of television or music.

   Setting down the remote, he peered through the blinds with apprehension.

   "Maybe she doesn't know?", he thought.

   He was growing more nervous with each passing moment.  Tara (though he
never called her that) was still sitting in the car with the engine off. 
It looked like she was on her cell phone for a bit.  Eric pained to know
what she was talking about and to who.

   Lost in thought, he hadn't noticed Tara get out of the car.  She hadn't
traveled far though.  She was only checking the mail.  The still shining
sun gleamed off the sleeves of her pantsuit.  To Eric's eyes it looked like
she wasn't even really paying attention to her surroundings.  Her usual
absent minded skimming of bills and advertisements put Eric at ease.  What
is it possible she knew and just wasn't mad?

   The sound of Tara's footsteps on the stairs brought Eric back to
reality. Tara was wearing her favorite boots today.  Which despite their
good looks were still noisy.  Confident she couldn't see him through the
blinds, Eric watched her perky breasts shake with each step.

   Tara's skin was pale, especially out in the sunlight.  Now though, her
face with its high cheekbones looked flushed.  Eric knew what good shape
she was in, so it couldn't be from just walking up the stairs to the porch.
She had to know!

   Eric's mind raced.  Maybe he could leave the house out the backdoor. 
He'd have to be quick.  He could wait until she calmed down before he came
home again.

   That wouldn't work.  Besides it was too late, he could already hear the
sound of her keys opening the door.

   Certain that she wouldn't like him spying from the window, he raced to
the couch opposite the door.  Whereupon, he assumed a nonchalant position.

   She didn't say hello to him, which was unusual.  Instead Tara placed her
purse on the kitchen table along with the mail.

   Eric sat there silently, afraid to speak.  He waited for a bit, then as
he was about to get up she spoke to him.

   "Eric" she said in a monotone voice.

   Eric looked at her, but he couldn't bear to raise his view above the
waist of her slacks out of shame.

   "Eric." she said again, her voice more insistent.

   He raised his view a little further.  But he still couldn't look her in
the face.  Her nipples were straining against her blouse since she came
into the air conditioning.  Eric hadn't noticed it until just now though.

   Banishing such thoughts from his mind, Tara spoke again: "Eric.  Look at
me!"

   Her harsher tone jolted him.  Her face, though beautiful, looked cold
and hard.  With great trepidation, Eric made eye contact.  Beneath Tara's
finely formed brow her green eyes showed rage.  More than that,
disappointment.

   "Do you have any idea..." she began, her voice quivering: "How hard I
work?"

   "Do you know how much I've sacrificed?  All to help you?" She said with
rising anger.

   Eric's gaze began to dip with shame.  He didn't feel worthy of looking
her in the eyes.

   "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" She screamed.  To emphasize her
point, she clapped her hands together in front of his face.  The forceful
movement made her breasts shake.

   He stammered: "I'm sorry m-"

   "You're sorry?!" She yelled.

   Towering above him, she leaned over and grabbed his shoulders.

   "You never take anything seriously!" she shouted in his face.

   Her tight grip was hurting his shoulders.  Not only that but her nails
were digging into his flesh.

   "You're so fucking lazy" she continued as she shook him.

   Tara stood up and smoothed back her raven hair.  It was beyond shoulder
length and had fallen over her face when she had grabbed him.

   With her larger frame looming over him, Eric used the brief respite to
check his shoulders.  Her nails had broken his skin and a small trickle of
blood was staining his shirt.  Eric wondered if her manhandling would leave
bruises.  Tara didn't seem to notice.

   Her eyes were full of such disappointment and rage.  She didn't speak
now but she didn't have to.  Her pale face was flushed and her breathing
was rapid.

   "I'm sorry." Eric began again.

   "I'll just have to do it over again." his voice cracked.

   "Again, you mean a third time?" she fumed.

   Eric tried channeling his shame into nervous humor: "Well third times
the charm."

   Tara smacked him.  Hard.

   "Don't smart off to me!" she smacked him again in the mouth.  Then again
on the cheek.  Something warm kindled inside her.  She hit him again, this
time with the back of her hand.  The warmth grew stronger inside her,
comforting her.  Tara reached back and smacked him vigorously with her open
palm.  This time in the mouth.  The warmth exploded inside her and she felt
such relief.

   Eric's eyes began to water with tears.  He held a hand to his mouth and
touched blood, his mouth was bleeding.  In shock and fear he started to
flee.

   This attempted escape broke Tara from her reverie.  She easily shoved
him back on the couch.  Likewise her larger frame held him down as she
straddled him.  Their differences in size became readily apparent as his
arms were pinned by her legs.  He was still sitting upright but now he
couldn't shield his face from her barrage.

   Still, it was at least more comfortable for Tara.  Now she wouldn't have
to bend over to strike him.  As if in demonstration she smacked Eric with
the open palm of her left hand, barely holding back.

   Eric sobbed, completely helpless.  Tara looked at him, his face red from
crying and his mouth bleeding along with already being swollen.  She felt
something, relief?  The warm feeling started swelling again and she struck
him.  Her open palm boxed his left ear.

   Eric cried out and Tara smacked the same place again.  It started
ringing in his hearing and his ear felt hot with blood.

   The warmth Tara felt was spreading to her extremities.  She actually
began to sweat a little.

   Just then, Eric caught a surge of claustrophobic adrenaline and began
struggling frantically.  He had no hope of escaping but it was making
Tara's position uncomfortable.

   Before long, she snapped:"Stop squirming!" and she punched him as hard
as she could in the face.

   Her fist landed square on his left eye.  He spasmed and his vision
flashed like someone had been playing with the lightswitch.

   She didn't let up.  Tara's warm feeling was growing hot and she had no
intention of letting it go.  This time with her left hand, she punched Eric
in the mouth.  That momentarily stopped his sobbing.

   Grabbing the back of his hair with her right hand, she yanked his face
up to meet her gaze.

   "I'm so disappointed in you", her eyes began to water "every failure you
have breaks my heart".

   Speaking like that made her feel cold again.  Pushing that aside in her
mind, she forcefully pulled Eric's head back and forth by his hair.  The
warmth started flowing through her again.

   It was invigorating even as she pulled Eric towards her fist as she
punched him.  Again, as hard as she could and again in the eye.  Only this
time it was his right eye.

   Eric's vision on his right side dimmed.  The image of Tara's form on top
of him blurred.  He tried to speak but his words were distorted by the
blood in his mouth.  His left ear still rang and he was exhausted.  Even if
she wasn't larger and stronger than him, which she was, he was already too
beaten and tired to fight her.  Not that he wanted to.  She was right to be
so angry.  He was angry too, but not at her, at himself.  There was no
shame or pain she could inflict on him that he didn't wish on himself.  In
a distant way, he felt happy, relieved.  Eric started to drift out of
consciousness.

   On top of him still, the weight of her legs cutting off the circulation
to Eric's hands, Tara was panting.  She'd stopped hitting him, for the
moment, and her hands were sore and covered in blood.  Her blouse felt
tight around her chest.  Her straddling position was beginning to hurt her
legs.

   Slowly, Tara stood up, still panting.  Eric was breathing laboriously
and wasn't moving.  The air conditioner fan kicked on.  Its gentle breeze
sounded like distant rain.

   "Eric," she said as she smoothed back her hair, "get up."

   Tara knew he was awake, he was looking at her with the eye that wasn't
swollen shut.

   "Get up!" she shouted, the warmth flared to life again.

   Eric didn't respond or move.  Frustrated, she reached down and lifted
him up by the collar of his t-shirt.  It stretched and tore.  But it didn't
give way so she didn't care.  Something about seeing it rip actually made
her happy.

   Eric cares more about those t-shirts than the money and work it takes to
buy them, she thought.

   Eric still didn't respond.  He didn't resist either though.  In fact he
was almost limp.  Since he was so much lighter Tara could hold him up
easily.

   "That's what I'm always doing," she thought aloud, "holding you up."

   The warmth, now a fire, rose up in her heart and she kicked him in the
groin.  Eric sputtered and groaned, the pain stabbed in his genitals then
began radiating up his belly.

   Tara's warmth surged at finally getting a response.  Feeling the heat
rise in her cheeks, she kicked him again.  This time as hard as she could.
Eric screamed and Tara felt a torrent of comforting fire rush through her.

   Eric shirt was tearing open.  He frantically moved his hands to protect
his crotch but still wasn't standing up on his own.  This frustrated Tara
to no end.  Again mustering all her strength, she punched him in the
stomach.  Eric didn't even have the strength to flinch.  He took the blow
full force as well as the next three.  At that point his shirt collar and
back tore completely.

   Without a shirt to keep ahold of him, Tara let him fall.  The shirt
became a bloody sash around his waist.  As Eric crumpled, his head smacked
against the floor.  He heard (and felt) a loud crack.  The living room had
a carpet but it wasn't thick enough apparently.

   "You never fail to disappoint" Tara spat.

   Eric was in agony, but more than that he felt sick.  It was worse that
any stomach flu.  Bile rose in his throat and he vomited copiously the
cereal he'd eaten after getting home.

   Eric rolled over away from his puke, crying and moaning.  Tara looked at
him with impotent rage.  Her eyes were wide in disbelief.

   She'd always prided herself on keeping a clean house, and now Eric had
soiled it.

   Though his vision was a little one sided, Eric saw Tara turn around.

   "Wh...what are you doing?" he asked feebly.

   "I'm taking my blouse off" she said.

   "I don't want to get your blood on it." she added.

   It was a little late for that, Eric thought.  He didn't bother to speak
that aloud.  Not that he would dare now, even if he had the strength.

   Tara hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse.  Her hands were shaking.  She
couldn't get it off fast enough.  Finally she peeled it off, the sweat
making it stick to her.  Quickly and quietly she laid the blouse on the arm
of the couch.

   Turning to face Eric, her breasts clad only in a white bra shook with
the movement.

   "Turn over." she said flatly.

   Eric made an attempt to turn but failed.

   "Turn over!" she screamed.  Her breasts heaved under the white lace.

   This time Eric didn't even try.  Tara got on her knees up next to him.

   "Turn!  Over!" she screamed again in his face.  Tara's voice was
starting to grow hoarse .

   To emphasize her command Tara punched Eric in the nose.  Blood sprayed
onto the exposed parts of Tara's breasts and her bra.

   Again she punched him in the nose.  Eric felt like he had to sneeze. 
Blood sprinkled Tara's face and tits.

   "Turn!" Tara's eyes were streaming tears.

   "Over!" she struck him again.  Tara's bra was stained with blood.  Her
pale skin, where not equally decorated, was flushed.  The veins were
starkly apparent on her translucent flesh.

   Eric still didn't turn.  So Tara decided on a change in tactics. 
Grabbing a fistful of hair from behind, she jerked his head around like a
gear shift.  Forcing his body to follow, she shoved his face in the still
warm vomit.

   Again Eric felt the now familiar crunch of his nose against another
object.  The acid from the puke burned his eyes.  In an odd way it was good
that his nose had been hit so often, as it detracted from the smell he had
to endure.

   Holding his head down with one hand, Tara felt Eric start to stir.

   Oh now he moves, she thought.

   Preempting any attempt at escape she sat on his back.  Hearing a soft
crack from below, her warmth surges had drifted down to her nether regions.

   Tara switched to her right hand to hold Eric's face down, whereupon, she
noticed she'd tore out a large clump of hair.  Thoughtlessly, she tossed it
aside.

   At this point, Eric was having trouble breathing.  Not only from being
face down in regurgitation but mostly from Tara's weight on his ribcage. 
Consciousness was becoming hard to hold onto.  Eric knew he was going to
die.  Instinctively he started thrashing about.

   He had no hope of escaping Tara's larger strength, or even kicking her
with his much shorter legs.  Still his thrashing bothered her so she let go
of his head.

   Eric was surprised by the minor victory, but his elation was short
lived. Tara smashed his cheek down into the floor and held it there.  Her
weight still made it hard to breath, but he would take what he could get.

   Feeling the rush of heat down her spine, Tara dug her nails into Eric's
profile.  He screamed and Tara saw blood.  Her nails weren't long, but they
were long enough.

   Hot elation ran through Tara as she dug her claws into his back. 
Meanwhile with her left knee she pressed down on Eric's left arm.

   In a pathetic attempt to make the pain stop Eric swatted backwardly at
Tara.  It wouldn't help or do much harm but Tara didn't want the
disruption.

   Vigorously and with much adrenaline, she grabbed his right wrist.  Her
stronger and larger feminine hands easily held it down.  She squeezed it so
tightly, Eric thought it would break.  For good measure, Tara dug her nails
into his flesh.  She did so even as his blood made her grip wet and sticky.

   By this point Tara was thoroughly engorged and engaged by her dominance.
But with a knee holding one arm, a hand holding down his face, and the
other hand holding down Eric's right arm, she couldn't do anything more.

   The impasse gave her an idea.  One that sent hot shivers down her
center. Shifting her weight a little and stretching slightly, Tara placed
her mouth on the scruff of Eric's neck.  Then she bit down as hard as
possible.  She could hear the slight pop of skin breaking.  Copper tasting
blood spurted into her mouth.

   Tara thought he'd screamed before but now Eric keened like a branded
banshee.  His struggles resumed in earnest, despite it's obvious futility.
His chest stung from carpet burns, his wrists felt like they were going to
break under the weight of this larger woman, and his breathing was still a
hard chore.  At this point he wished Tara would kill him.

   Never the less, Eric continued to struggle.  Distracted by the warmth of
biting Eric's neck, Tara let her left leg go slack.  Speedily Eric slipped
out his arm and swatted around recklessly.

   Tiring of this position at last, Tara let go and stood up.  Eric took a
moment to breath the free air.  With great effort he pushed himself on his
back again.  He winced as acidic vomit seeped into his deep cuts and bite
marks.

   Being powerless to do otherwise, he gazed up at Tara with lopsided
vision.  Her white bra was soaked with blood.  It was to the point of near
transparency and her nipples were readily visible.  Except, the bra stains
around her nipples were larger and darker for some reason.  Her bosom still
heaved with excitement and her face was still flushed from exertion.  All
of her skin was sprinkled with blood, including her hair.

   Likewise Tara looked down on Eric.  His form was still, but breathing.
To her it still seemed like he still didn't care.  That nothing she did
would get through to him.

   "Eric," she said with bated breath "talk to me."

   "What?" he muttered through his bloodied lips.

   He still seemed so apathetic to her, so thoughtless.

   Tara felt wetness around her knees.  Looking down she saw Eric's puke
had soaked into her slacks.

   "That's another thing you've ruined today" she stated coldly.

   Eric saw Tara walk forward and he knew what was coming.  Feeling a
second wind born of panic He struggled to his knees.

   "Please no!" he cried struggling to get up.

   Towering over him, Tara shoved Eric back on the floor.  Afterwords, she
started to take her belt off.  It wasn't designed for this but it'll do,
she thought.

   "What now?" Eric whimpered as he watched.

   "Take your pants off." she said flatly.

   "Please, don't do this" he whispered.

   "Take them off!" she exclaimed.

   Not bothering to wait for him to comply she marched over and starting
pulling down his pants.  Tara's own slacks were looser around the waist now
but she didn't seem to notice.

   Eric kicked in a frenzy but to no avail.  In his panic he accidentally
clipped Tara in the side.

   That set her off.  In a heated fury she tossed aside the belt and
grabbed his waistband.  She accidentally grabbed more than just his jeans
but, not wanting to miss her opening, she pulled everything down quickly.

   By the time she pulled his last bit of clothes over his ankles Eric was
already starting to get up again.

   I was planning to spank your bare flesh anyway, she thought.

   As Eric finally managed to become ambulatory Tara tripped him with her
left hand.  Eric went stumbling and on the way down hit his head on the
corner of the wall.

   Eric sobbed and held his head as Tara turned him over to face her.  Eric
felt utterly powerless being in front of her naked like this.  It seemed
like forever since she'd seen him nude.

   Cradling his most recent trauma, Eric watched Tara's gaze slowly drift
over his naked form.

   Tara took her time getting her belt from the floor.  The whole time her
vision lingered on his newly revealed lower half.

   Eric started to turn over to get up but that was what Tara wanted.  She
kicked him back to a prone position and immediately began striking him with
her folded belt.  With each snap against his legs and back Eric screamed
and Tara felt more warm inside.  Eventually, Eric's cries faded to a
whimper and Tara's arm grew tired.

   Eric's back was a crisscrossing of countless belt shaped bruises, bites,
and scratch marks.

   Tara still didn't seem satisfied.

   "Okay.  Get up and I mean it this time" she said with exhaustion in her
voice.

   Eric didn't even respond in the slightest.  Fed up, Tara grabbed his
left arm and lifted.

   There was a loud popping noise and Eric screamed.

   Looking at his pathetic form, Tara's rage evaporated and was replaced by
a flood of pity and guilt.

   ******** "Oh my sweet baby!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes.

   "I'm so sorry!" she pleaded as she gently lowered his form to the floor.

   Eric didn't respond which made her panic even more.

   "I dislocated your shoulder." she explained through her tears.

   "I need to put it back into place" she continued.

   "It's going to hurt but I have to do it!"

   Eric still didn't stir.

   With much trepidation she positioned him like she'd been taught and
pulled quickly.  Eric awoke with another scream.  This made Tara burst into
tears.

   "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" she pleaded as she cradled his unconscious
form.

   Gently she rocked him back and forth in her arms.

   "I'll clean you up and make it better okay?" she whispered to him.

   With ease she lifted him up in her arms and carried him to her bedroom.

   With great care and caution she laid him down.

   "I'll just be a moment baby.  I need to get some things to clean you up
okay?"

   Eric murmured something unintelligible.

   *******

   A few hours later, Eric awoke, his head in Tara's lap.

   She taken off her stained slacks and was now only in her bra and
underwear.  Eric was still undressed.  Now though, he could feel the soft
press of bandages against Tara's claw marks.

   She'd cleaned off most of the blood and all of the vomit from his body.

   Tara looked down at him with sincere affection.  "Hello there" she
whispered as she held him to her bosom.

   "I'm so sorry" she said softly, a new rush of tears running down her
cheeks.

   "I didn't mean to get so angry," she whispered between sobs, "please be
okay!"

   She held his face against her tear stained cheek for a long while,
trying to compose herself.

   Finally she found enough control to speak: "It just seems like you don't
care about me, about anything!"

   "It hurts me so badly when you won't listen, when you do that to me."
her voice cracked and she started crying again.

   Eric, feeling a little bit better, slowly encircled his arms around
Tara. Feeling him reciprocate, Tara held him closer.  With his face against
her blood stained breast, Eric could hear Tara's heartbeat.  Something
about that soothed him.

   "I'm so sorry baby!" she whispered in his ear, "can you forgive me?"

   "Of course I can," Eric replied, getting a bit misty eyed himself.

   "I don't deserve you!" she said softly.

   "Eric, we can't let anyone know about this." she begged him.

   Eric looked up at her green eyes, now reddened with tears.  He felt
sorry for her, and wished he could take back everything he'd done to
provoke her.

   "Please," she continued, "they'll take me away from you."

   "I couldn't stand living like that.  I'd die." her voice cracked.

   "I understand," he whispered back "I won't tell anyone, I don't want to
lose you."

   "I love you!" she cried as she kissed his forehead.

   "I love you too." Eric said as held her as hard as he could.

   Tara kissed him again, but on the cheek.  Eric winced with pain.

   "I'm sorry baby!" she said.

   She stopped for a moment and simply looked down at him.  Smiling she
inched her face closer.  Eric smiled back a little confused.  Quickly she
kissed him on the mouth.  It didn't seem to pain him so she kissed him
again this time slowly and with more grace.

   Sensing no discomfort again, with her pulse quickening, she kissed him a
third time.  Her lips lingered against his and she held him more tightly.

   "Wh-" he started to say as soon as she let up for air.

   "Shh shhh" she whispered and she kissed him again this time opening her
mouth hoping he would do the same.

   "Just let it happen" she said hurriedly between kisses.

   Eric relented and kissed her back.  Even though it was with much
hesitation and caution, Tara was thrilled by the return of affection.  Her
insides began to leak from excitement.

   Tara left hand began inching up Eric's inner thigh.  "Hey," she
murmured, "I have an idea."

   She gave him a long open mouthed kiss before letting him speak.

   "...okay..." he said, nearly out of breath.

   Tara moved her left hand to her breasts and began rubbing them slowly.

   "I haven't fed you in a long time." her eyes widened in excitement.

   She continued: "My tits have really been hurting, holding all of it in,
I've been spurting since I got home."

   "This bra is already soaked." she rubbed the dark stains over her
covered nipples.  Sure enough the dampened areas were expanding.

   "I don't know.." Eric said at length looking up at her.

   "Oh come on I need this" she insisted, not waiting for his consent.

   Hurriedly she unhooked her bra from behind.  Her panties were getting
stained from the exhilaration of what she was about to do.  The bra wasn't
the only thing she'd need to throw away tomorrow.

   Already, even with the front still sticking to her skin, she could feel
so much better.

   "That thing is like a straightjacket." she thought aloud.

   Tara pulled the front off by the middle section and her pendulous
breasts flopped out, the right one hitting Eric in the face.  Like Tara had
said, both of them were spraying tiny streams of milk into the air.  With
no bra to hold them back they sprayed Eric in the face and chest
respectively.

   Tara's tits had always been sizable but not backbreaking.  Not in Eric's
memory at least.  They seemed like they'd got bigger since Tara had gotten
home.  He'd heard that could happen to lactating women.

   Eric felt awkward but he didn't want her to be in pain, and he knew how
much it would mean to her.  So, he didn't resist when she took his head in
her hands.

   He was surprised when she raised his face to hers first, kissing him
deeply and shoving her tongue down his throat.  She moaned and Eric could
feel the twin sprays growing more intent.

   At last she lowered his face down to her right breast and placed her
nipple in his mouth.  The stream blasted his face before she finally
secured it inside.  Tara looked down at him, beaming.  She let the natural
rhythm of excited spray suffice for a moment.  Eric didn't even need to
make an effort.  Finally, with her right arm cradling him, she squeezed her
swollen breast.  The thin stream thickened and jettisoned down Eric's
throat.

   "Mmm!" she moaned closing her eyes.  "That feels so good!"

   "Be sure to swallow baby." she said between lustful croonings.

   The stream from her left breast increased from her excitement and was
already spraying periodically on the bed.  It seemed to flow like a pulse.
Eric could feel Tara's body relax beneath him.

   He was beginning to relax too.  He felt so sheltered and safe being held
there, like he had never been struck.  Her milk was warm and delicious. 
There certainly was enough of it, it took quite an effort for him to keep
up with the literal flow.  He'd already swallowed several mouthfuls and
there was no sign of her running out yet.

   He looked into Tara's eyes, she looked so happy and that made him happy.

   "Eric hold on" she said disengaging her breast from his mouth, "open
your mouth up.  I want to see you swallow it"

   Eric complied and from an inch or two away Tara squeezed her breast and
squirted a thick stream of milk into his mouth.

   "Hold it there for a little bit....." she looked at him with hungry
excitement "okay swallow it."

   "How's that milk taste?"

   Eric gulped it down "It's good." he answered honestly.

   Tara waited in silence for a bit then squeezed her breast again,
spraying Eric across the face.

   Eric flinched and blinked as it got in his eyes.

   "Oooh!" Tara laughed.  "C'mon I've got a lot more."

   She placed Eric in position again.

   "Can you hold it for me?  she asked "I need my left hand free for a bit"

   Eric didn't reply but he placed his smaller hands on her breast
cooperatively.  He couldn't see what she was doing but he was feeling too
good to care.

   Tara's hair fell back down over her face veiling them both.  Though
concealed, Eric could still see Tara's face.  She wasn't making eye contact
now.  Instead she was looking to her left.  Eric followed her gaze and
realized she was looking between his legs.  He couldn't see her left hand
but he could tell she was digging around in her underwear.

   "What are you doing?" he asked.

   "I didn't tell you to stop." she said pleasantly.

   "I think this one is about out" he said.  To both their amazement it
actually looked noticeably smaller.

   "Time to switch!" she giggled.

   "We've got to fill that tummy" she added patting his belly.

   Tara helped him switch to her other side, taking care not to hurt him.

   Eric felt full already, but he didn't want to let her down.  It made
them both feel really good, and her milk tasted so wonderful.  So he
decided to indulge in her loving embrace, even with his belly already
distended from her sustenance.

   She gently held him to her chest, stroking his hair with her left hand
and with her right she placed her breast in his mouth.  Deeper than
necessary but Eric didn't object.  Likewise Tara didn't object when Eric
began squeezing her already leaking breast.  A few times Eric stopped to
savor her taste before continuing the feeding.

   Eric closed his eyes and relaxed against Tara's warm body.  He could
feel her pulse again, that nearly lulled him to sleep.  Tara stroked his
hair with her left hand.  To Eric it smelled a little like salt and sweat
but he kept feeding.  The world could be ending outside and neither of them
would stop.

   Eric could feel Tara's pulse quickening.  He opened his eyes to see her
beautiful face, but she was looking down between his legs again.  Her right
hand, like her left before, was digging around in her underwear.

   "What are you doing?" He said between gulps.

   "I've just got an itch down here." Tara said breathlessly.

   Looking down at him, Tara brought her right hand up and started licking
her fingers.  It reminded Eric of a cat licking its paw.  Then she started
caressing his inner thigh.

   ****

   "Eric," she said locking gazes with him.  "you know what else we haven't
done in a long time?"

   "What?" he whispered, finishing her now deflated left breast.

   "I haven't bathed you in forever.  I think you deserve it"

   'I guess that's okay" he said reluctantly.  Any resistance had been
washed away by their recent bonding.

   "I'll carry you since you're so full of 'me'" she giggled

   "Thanks." Eric replied, locking gazes with her.

   "Do you like it when I carry you?" she queried.

   "Yeah" he said with a smile.

   "Good, I love doing it.  I could do it all day." she laughed again.

   Gently with soft hands, Tara lifted Eric up in her arms.  When she stood
up, she kissed him again on the mouth.  Tara held her mouth against his,
she even drooled a little with excitement before forcing her tongue down
his throat again.

   Calmly but quickly she carried him into the bathroom.

   She looked at herself holding him in the mirror.

   "Can you stand?" she asked as she watched their reflections.

   "I think so" he answered, a little nervous.

   "Okay, we'll try it slowly" she smiled.

   Gracefully, she placed him down.  Gradually she let him put his weight
on both feet.  Now both of them were facing the mirror.  Tara's raven hair
cascading onto Eric's shoulder as she leaned over him.

   "Look, you're so handsome!" she said gazing past him into the mirror. 
She flicked on the light to better their view.

   Both of them stared at his damaged form.  Both of Eric's eyes were
blackened, though one was worse.  His lower lip was still a little swollen
and he had several bruises on his face and neck.  Looking down he could see
what looked like one humongous purple bruise over his stomach.

   "I look hideous!" he cried.  Turning around partially he could see his
backside, from the shoulders to his legs, were covered in belt shaped
bruises.

   "No, you look beautiful!" Tara said smiling at him in the mirror.

   Turning further, Eric lifted off the bandages from where Tara had bitten
him.  There was a large ring of teeth marks, exactly where she had broken
his skin.

   "You can stay home with me until you're rested up.  Don't worry that
won't scar!" she assured him

   "I want it to scar" he said, feeling the open indentations.  "I want to
always have your mark so I know I'm yours"

   Hearing him say that, she held him so tightly that Eric gasped for air.
Tara turned him around making him face her.  She grasped his face with both
hands and kissed him as forcefully as she could.  Like before, she jammed
her tongue down his throat nearly choking him this time.  Unlike before,
Eric returned her lusty advance by placing his tongue in her mouth too.  In
Tara's excitement she bit down a little on it, feeling a slight taste of
his blood in her mouth.  Eric started to recoil instinctively but Tara's
stronger grip held his face to hers.  Her longer tongue kept probing and
threatened to make Eric's gag reflex choke up Tara's recent gift.  Before
that happened she stopped, kissing him hard and closed on the mouth again.

   She pressed his face against her bare breasts.

   "I love you!" she said breathlessly, nuzzling against his scalp.

   "I love you too!" he said back though muffled by her ample cleavage.

   Still holding him Tara brushed her nipples against his bruised face. 
She could feel his member against her left leg.  She wanted to reach down
and touch him, but held herself in check.

   "Let me start the bathwater" she whispered.

   Letting go but still holding his hand, Tara started the water.  While
the tub filled Tara looked down at Eric's naked body.  She ached to touch
herself again.

   Eric looked up at her but Tara didn't shift her attention.

   "It's nothing I haven't seen before dear" she said not diverting her
gaze as she spoke.

   Hearing the water rising, Tara turned to shut off the faucet.  Bending
over she ran her hand through the water to make sure it wasn't too hot. 
She then took Eric by the hand and led him into the tub.  When he sat down
in the water she splashed some water on him playfully.

   "Since you're naked I may as well get that way too." she said nervously.

   With Eric watching her, she slid her panties down.  They both noticed
the large stain at their center.

   Tara stood there, completely nude, little bits of blood still speckled
her pale skin.

   "What do you think?" she said with trepidation.  Some part of her needed
his approval.

   Eric looked her up and down.  Proportionally her hands and feet were
small, though still larger than his.  Her nervous smile accented her finely
chiseled cheek bones.  She still had on her hoop earrings and they sparkled
next to her silky raven hair.  Though still a little red from crying her
green eyes looked so warm and inviting beneath her finely sculpted
eyebrows. Other than her ample bosom, Tara's body looked well toned and her
belly had hardly a trace of stretch marks.  Lastly Eric gazed at the cleft
between her legs, it was completely hairless.  It almost reminded Eric of a
peach.

   "You look pretty" he said at length.

   Tara sighed and stepped closer to the tub.

   "Schooch up, I want to get in there with you." she said, waving her hand
forwards.

   Slowly Tara got in the tub behind Eric.  Though lithe when she sat down
it made the water rise considerably.  Since she was so much taller, it was
easy for Tara to have him sit between her legs.

   Eric was still sitting strait up, so placing her hands on his smaller
shoulders, she eased him down against her with his back touching her
sensitive breasts.

   "Shh shh relax baby" she murmured in his ear.  She could feel his
tension melting away as she held him.  She kissed the back of his head and
moaned softly in delight.

   With her right arm still holding him around his chest she started
caressing his inner thigh with her left hand.  He seemed a little startled
by her exploration but relaxed again after a few seconds.

   "Are you keeping it clean?" she giggled while rubbing his belly.

   "What?" Eric said confused.

   Without answering Tara reached down and fondled him.  He jolted a little
in surprise again but he didn't stop her.

   "This, silly" she said with hunger in her voice.

   "I can help you with it" she continued, gently taking his member in her
left hand.

   Eric didn't say anything but he still didn't stop her.

   With practiced and watchful grace she pulled back his foreskin.  The
rush of warm water to the new area was soothing and before long Tara could
feel and see a urine stream coming out from what she held.

   Tara giggled "Wow, you really are relaxed"

   "I'm sorry," Eric said, "I didn't mean to do that in the water"

   "It's okay baby" she murmured into his ear, she could still feel it
pulsing through his member and warming the water around her hand.  "You
don't need to hold back with me.  Just let go"

   Eric's shoulder slackened against Tara's pressing embrace when she said
that and the flow seemed to strengthen.

   "In fact" she said "I hope you don't mind but I have to go bad too" at
that Eric could feel the water getting much warmer from behind, there was
even the soft jet splashing against him occasionally.

   Tara sighed as Eric finished reliving himself.  She still held on to his
member, working the skin back and forth to get it clean.

   Eric still felt the warm flow from Tara well after he'd finished.  Tara
sighed again, louder this time.

   "Are you still going?" he asked.

   "I'm sorry, I've been holding it in since I got home." she explained.

   "It's okay I was just wondering" he replied.

   Finally emptying herself Tara leaned back against the end of the
bathtub, gently pulling Eric with her.  He was happy to relax against her
soft yet toned body.  Once more he could feel her pulse, he felt so at
peace he could sleep in her arms forever.

   She was still pulling his skin back and forth, Eric could feel himself
getting harder and bigger.  With the new angle her right hand reached under
her left and caressed his sack.

   "Do you like it?" she whispered.

   "Yes" he said, barely audible.

   "I can see that" she said nibbling his ear, "you're getting really
hard!"

   "I wanna try something!" she said excitedly.

   "Promise me you'll do it!  Please!" she exclaimed.

   "Yes, I'll do whatever you want.  Do you have to stop this though?  I
wanna stay in here with you forever"

   "Oh I'll bathe with you anytime you want.  But now I want to do
something!  Do you want me to carry you?"

   Before he could answer Tara stood up and without drying off picked up
Eric as she had before and hurriedly carried him into the bedroom.

   She laid him on the bed and jumped on the bed beside him.  Eric had
never seen her so playful or excited.

   "I know you've been sleeping on the couch lately." she said quickly.

   "I think you'd feel better if you slept in here with me..." she added as
she sat up.

   "...always" she finished, looking down at him through strands of her
hair.

   "I think that's why we've drifted apart lately." she lamented.

   "I'd like that." Eric said happily.

   "Great!" Tara squealed.

   She pulled him closer.  "There's something else"

   He was still hard and Tara started touching him again.

   Eric started to look down at what she was doing.

   "You promised!" she said looking up at him.

   Eric didn't press her and looked up at the ceiling.  What she was doing
felt really good so it wasn't hard to let her have her way.

   He could feel Tara shifting her weight and looked down to see her
positioning her center over his length.  He started to reach up but she
pushed his hands back down.

   "Just let me do it!" she said excitingly.

   With nervous enthusiasm Tara lowered down, impaling herself.

   Eric saw himself disappear inside Tara and felt surrounded by
unimaginable warmth, wetness, and tightness.

   Tara shivered as they merged.  Placing her hands on his smaller
shoulders, she rested her full weight on his pelvis.  Eric winced and Tara
clinched down on him.

   "I'm sorry baby.  I don't wanna hurt you but this'll just take a little
bit.  Okay?" she said breathlessly

   Eric winced again but nodded.  Tara moaned louder than she ever had
before.  Slowly she lifted up her weight.

   "I hope the neighbors don't hear me.  UGH!" she cried as she plunged her
weight down with all her might.

   Eric winced harder this time.  It felt good though and Tara was too
strong to be stopped anyway.

   Tara clinched and unclenched with exuberance.  She started grinding
against him, back and forth.  Holding nothing back, including her screams
of ecstasy.

   Tara leaned down while she smashed him with her pelvis.  She kissed him
full on the lips, salivating with excitement.

   "Ow!" Eric grimaced as she slammed against where she'd beaten him.  He
started to reach up with his hands.  Tara didn't know whether it was to
caress her or stop her.  Taking no chances, she grabbed both his hands and
held them on the bed.

   Tara moaned again.  Eric was having trouble breathing under Tara's
pressing weight.

   "That's starting to hurt" he said

   "Shh shh baby!" she said kissing him "just let this happen!  I'm almost
there!"

   It still felt too good for Eric to object.

   "Mmm mmm!  Let me bite you!" she squealed.

   Without waiting for consent Tara bit down on the side of his neck.  She
broke the skin easily and Eric screamed.

   "That's it baby, let it all out inside me!" She resumed biting, even
harder this time.

   Eric felt himself erupt inside her clenching tightness.  Like he was
being poured out and melting into her.  Within her Tara felt him erupt. 
Her belly was filled with spurt after spurt of liquid warmth.  He must have
not masturbated for a month, she thought.

   As she felt him spray she bit down as hard as possible.  Even with her
teeth digging into flesh, Tara screamed in delight.  She felt her own
explosion as her orgasm overwhelmed her.  With her free hand she began
massaging his sack to get every last drop.  At last, she collapsed on top
of him.

   For several minutes she lay huddled there on top.  Neither one of them
spoke.  Slowly she uncoupled from him, his length sliding out of her
followed by a thick white stream.  Tara rolled over beside him.  Without
her body over him Eric started to get cold.

   Holding her legs high in the air, her feet pointed straight up, she
began clawing at her pussy.  She started panting and moaning so loudly Eric
thought something was wrong with her.

   "I want to keep your stuff inside me as long as I can" she said between
pants.

   "I'm sorry baby, I didn't hurt you did I?"

   "A little, but in a good way" he replied.

   That sent Tara over the edge.  "Oh damn!" she moaned.

   At last Tara began seizing up, her moaning became a high pitched grunt
as her legs flexed higher and tighter, she convulsed for a few seconds in
breathless silence.  Then, all at once, her body relaxed and she let out a
moan at the top of her lungs.  With that her legs dropped, and her bellyful
of semen began flowing down her slit, staining the bed.

   "I don't think I can move" Tara breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

   She was being truthful, even if the house were on fire she'd not have
been able to flinch.

   "Are you okay?' Eric asked, checking his sore parts.

   "I don't think I've ever felt better" she said looking at him, "come
here"

   Eric scooted closer and Tara embraced him with all her limbs.  She felt
so soft and warm.  Tara held his head to her chest.  He heard her heartbeat
again, which along with her warm embrace put him to sleep.  It wasn't long
before she joined him in peaceful slumber.