If I could have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, "Are you ready slut?". I watched in terror as she raised the crop and began to whip my... legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of the bed in pain as it landed. She continued by criss-crossing my legs with lashes from her crop. She began to move her lashes up my body - hitting my thighs, stomach, and then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost all sense of pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless attack.. . and weak for that matter. That didn't change with time either. It seemed that I had drawn the short straw when it came to genetics. I could never blame my parents though, because they were both pretty athletic.Now being 19 and a drop-out, I had told myself that something had to change. So with a bit of determination and help from my dad, I built myself up kind of. I wasn't bulking, but I gained some girth. I went from a lanky kid with a lithe form to a half-assed athletic guy with a bit more. My cum hurtled to the the base of my cock, flaring my urethra as the massive flow coursed outward. I was at launch. T minus 'Oh My God'!I hit the peak, and for a moment, my world went dark as it hit me like a sledgehammer to my soul. I came so unbelievably hard, shooting an enormous stream of sperm straight into Carter's throat. He clamped his lips hard around me, sucking my cum out of me. I grew weak, loosening my grip on his head, nearly falling from my perch, my anal aerie. He held me in. That left the monthly bills, stuff like property taxes, insurance, utilities, clothes, food...I forged Mom's signature and deposited the checks that came from our bastard dad by mail, then wrote checks or withdrew money from the joint account in my own name to pay the bills. It paid nearly all of them. We were able to d the rest with money from our part time jobs.I did math tutoring for kids referred to me by the local high schools and community college, and a couple times a week I filed.