Chapter 9
Now that Curt had finished slapping at Sherry's ass cheeks and had left them in a reddened, trembling state, he was eager to involve himself in some more throbbing action.
His first move was to reach down with both hands, letting his fingers grind and twist as he manipulated them with sharp assertiveness against the velvety texture of her scintillatingly warm thighs. He loved the shape of her perfectly tapered legs and with exquisite firmness he kept on grinding with his sharp fingers, sliding them ever so solidly against the firm, sensuous flesh.
"Ohhh, damned, we're gonna go all the way," he gulped.
"Oh, please, let's not do anymore," she begged. "You're gonna just hurt me. You've already done too much."
"Like hell I have."
Suddenly he let his fingers reach down and make firm contact with her warm ass cheeks. The tighter that his fleshy fingers squeezed with superb grace as he ground them against the warmth of her exquisite buttocks, the louder the groans of pain that he heard coming from her lips. But he kept on squeezing, moving his fingers with unmerciful zest, loving the fact that he was hurting her some more.
"Ouch! Ohhh, you're hurting me so much," she complained.
He was beginning to recognize however, that her complaints were lacking the ringing cry of helplessness that had once surfaced from her lips. So now, as he pushed his fingers that much more tightly, grinding them and kneading them against the warmth of her ass flesh, even though she felt the waves of pain, she was starting to become accustomed to them. Worse yet, in her estimation, she was actually starting to enjoy what he was doing to her. The harder that he pressed with his scorching fingers against her reddened ass cheeks, the better that she started to enjoy the tantalizing syndrome of pleasure pain.
Curt dropped his head down between her slightly quivering legs. He got down on his knees, beginning to feel the salty, fish-like stench of her womanhood. As he looked down at the moist tangles of her scintillatingly blond pubic tresses, he could see that she had apparently become excited through all of the preceding action. Yes, her cuntal lips were moist and how he was looking forward to engaging in some wild and vigorous sexual activity with this beautiful hunk of woman who was lying there pantingly on her back as she remained stretched out on the sofa.
Removing his fingers suddenly from her pain-ridden ass cheeks, Curt started to glide them soothingly against her warm, dampened pubic bush. He loved tickling her matted pubic hairs with his smooth, responsive finger strokes. The faster that he began to drive them slashingly against her warm, velvety vagina, the louder that she began to purr and upon recognizing such sounds the persevering Curt realized how much he was exciting her and the extent to which he had lowered her resistance through his steaming activities.
There was a certain magic in the way that Curt carefully manipulated his fingers as they worked with meticulous slowness against her pubic tresses. The quicker that his tingling fingers started to slide against her ever-intensifying moist slit, the faster that her sweeping buttocks responded as they twisted erotically under the hot, captivating strokes that he sent against her slippery cunt.
After a few more strokes, Curt decided to shove his fingers in all the way, to go for broke and let them move into brisk contact with her pink, aroused vagina.
His stirring fingers moved sharply and passionately as he allowed them to carefully approach her sweltering vagina. As he tickled the budding node of her quiveringly erect clitoris, the beautiful blonde heaved a loud gasp. He liked the way that her body instinctively twisted with surging rapidity. Yes, Sherry was on fire, even though she had not truly wanted to be. He had dominated her and furthermore, this was just the beginning.
With great eagerness, Curt continued sliding his frantic fingers with solid astuteness, letting them sensitively touch her clitoris and other parts of her warm, ever-intensifying nest. Suddenly he began to feel more wetness surfacing in her smooth, velvety mound, which gave him an even greater feeling of confidence and achievement.
"You can't con me," Curt grinned. "Sure you like it and if you weren't enjoying it you wouldn't be this wet. I've got you on fire, I'm gonna turn you on every which way."
His fingers kept on swiftly moving with swirling grace and ever-intensifying speed. The quicker that he ground them inside of her moist slit, the harder that his heart pulsated as he knew just how closely he was moving her to a state of dazzling climax. If Curt could just bring her off once through his quick finger manipulations, he felt, then he knew the tide would have been completely turned. This beautiful and strong-willed young blonde would be his and would never know the same degree of fear and uncertainty that she had experienced earlier when she had walked into the house in such a hostile frame of mind.
As Curt's stirring fingers raced inside of her sweltering, puckered pussy lips, he felt overjoyed at the way that the beautiful Sherry was reacting. Yes, Sherry Ames was his woman and that was all there was to it.
Now it was just a question of running his fingers inside of her moist fur-lined twat until the juices started spurting from it. Curt eagerly watched her quivering hips with ever-mounting joy, recognizing how closely he was moving the beautiful blonde toward the magic moment when the droplets of her sweet, womanly nectar would splash from her cuntal lips and into his hand.
"'I've just about got you there," he smiled confidently. "What a beautiful body. Damned, what a fantastic mound."
She heaved several more sighs, then braced herself, her legs trembling with quivering anxiety as she awaited her orgasm. A few quick, sturdy strokes later, the juices began to gush from Sherry's eager, intensified mound. As the orgasmic flood tide flowed with great exuberance, the lovely blonde let out a loud, fervent gasp.
"Ohhh, you brought me off," she shook her head in a dazed state. "I can't believe all that's happening. It did feel good, though, very good."
"Of course it did," Curt smiled confidently.
As he released his quivering fingers from her intensely wet, velvety cunt, he pushed his head down ever deeper between her nakedly splayed, ivory thighs. Upon picking up the musky scent of womanliness once more, he became hungrier than ever. Curt's stomach churned with rapidly developing nervous anxiety as he prepared to launch into some quick tongue action.
He pushed his wet, scarlet tongue sturdily forward, allowing it to begin scraping against the warmth of her firm left thigh. Every time that he touched her with his sweltering tongue her entire body twitched.
Recognizing the great sensitivity that she possessed beneath her external pose of great hardness and authority, Curt made certain that he exercised stroke control in what he felt was the appropriate manner. He did not want to proceed too quickly for fear that his beautiful lover would get prematurely excited. There was one thing he desired to accomplish and it was to let things develop gradually until he was ready to push the beautiful Sherry to the brink, at which glorious moment her prolific juices would spurt once more from her gushing pussy and into his waiting mouth.
Curt's anxious, jet-propelled tongue kept on gliding, working with dazzling joy and uninhibited desire as it kept pressing against her milky thigh. When he released his tongue from her left thigh, he then proceeded to attack her right, exercising the same piercing tongue control, only now moving it even more quickly and forcefully than he had when he'd sucked her other thigh.
His driving tongue kept on picking up the pace as he worked it with surging zest. The faster that he twisted it against the warmth of her firm leg, the closer that he inevitably pushed her to the point where her pussy juices would be pried loose from her hot, savory cunt.
When he released his tongue from her thighs, Curt reached down and allowed his quivering fingers to slide smoothly over them.
"They're good and wet," he said. "My tongue did the job."
"You really did work it."
"You haven't seen anything yet," he told her. "Just wait until I sink my tongue inside of your slit."
"I don't know. That's dirty. We'd probably better not do that."
"How'd you like a good slap across the face?" he asked. "Or better yet, how'd you like to have your ass cheeks spanked some more?"
"You really can get mean, can't you?"
"I can when it serves my purpose," he grinned.
It made him feel good to know just how dominant he now was over Sherry Ames, who only a few minutes earlier was treating him as if he were dirt under her feet. Now he was extracting his sweet revenge and enjoying every solitary bit of it.
Once more he picked up the scent of her pungent womanhood as he pushed his throbbing tongue closer to her sweltering, moist, pink vagina. His heart started to reverberate in leaps and bounds as Curt pushed his twisting tongue frantically forward, allowing it to slide zealously as he began projecting it inside of her moist, ravished cunt.
Instinctively Sherry's flowing alabaster hips started to slide lustfully, his quick, piercing tongue pushing eagerly as he began grinding it inside of her. Curt loved every tantalizing crevice of her pink, hairy, moist slit and every now and then he would withdraw his probing digit from her fleshy mound just long enough to tickle her matted, silky pubic hairs with his tongue, hairs that had already been wetted from the combination of his earlier tongue efforts and her own juices.
"I'm tingling all over," she gulped, her head spinning with surprise and anticipation. "Your tongue is so good. Do I ever tingle. Ohhh, it's great."
Sherry panted like a steam engine, kicking her legs zestfully as her lover sustained his rapid pace. Curt continued pushing his naked, throbbing tongue deep inside of her savory, steaming slit as he manipulated her ever nearer to the point when the juices would have to gush from her flowing, moist womanhood.
He could hear the wild slurping sounds of his excited tongue pushing with great electricity as it ground and twisted inside of her moist inferno of passion, the blazing pink twat that rested between her firm warm legs.
After a few more strokes, the beautiful Sherry braced herself, her entire body tensing as she realized just how close she was to the moment at hand when the juices would have to pour voluminously from her pussy.
Curt reached down and made a quick grab for her wiggling, reddened ass cheeks, which he had spanked ever so ceremoniously just a few minutes earlier. His torrid fingers quickly squeezed her fleshy buttocks with great joy as his tongue kept burying itself inside of the sweltering confines of her agitated cunt.
"Ohhh, keep it going," she begged. "I love the way your tongue is moving, my darling. Ohhh, let it race. Push it around inside of my pussy. Ooooh, suck me, ohhh, suck my slit."
He listened to her breathless, gulping sounds, which spurred him on with that much more intensity as he pushed his spearing tongue forward, allowing it to continue finding the mark as it worked its way inside of her slippery slit as the juices prepared to gush from her sizzling, steadily dazzled orifice.
Finally the tempestuous explosion within her could wait no longer. As Curt's tingling tongue kept on connecting with every wet crevice of her throbbing cunt, focusing frequently on her sensation-ridden clitoris, the spurting juices began to spill from her sizzling pussy and into Curt's mouth.
Bracing himself quickly, Curt was intent upon sucking every delicious morsel from the blonde's gooey nest. As the juices kept spurting from Sherry's besieged hole, she flipped her grinding buttocks upward, letting her whole supercharged body twist as the orgasmic juices continued to spray, making their way inside of Curt's mouth.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her aroused pussy, he licked his lips with dramatic satisfaction.
"You see, even you didn't realize how badly you needed that," he told her.
"You're so very right," Sherry nodded smilingly. "That was a refreshing little interlude. So now I'll just get up, put my clothes back on and leave. And I thank you very much."
Curt could hardly believe what he was hearing. He gestured angrily down toward his thick, elongated cock.
"Take a look at this," he growled. "I need some action. I need some action fast."
"Come on now," she laughed. "You can jerk off."
"Fuck you," Curt barked angrily.
"Darling, let's not have any childish tantrums," she chided him.
"Childish tantrums, my ass," Curt exploded. "I'm gonna show you a thing or two. You do need to be dominated. Damned, you need it so bad and I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna see to it that you're fucked as you've never been fucked. And you're gonna do everything my way, sweetheart. It's all gonna be done to please me."
"Let me go," Sherry said.
"To hell with you," her lover exploded.
Curt reached down with both hands, driving them dramatically against her buttocks as he once again listened to the crackling sounds of his flesh coming into contact with hers. She began to sob tearfully, feeling the great sensations of pain from the contact with his fingers against her red sore buttocks.
"Let me go," she said. "You beast, you bastard. Ohhh, you beast."
Curt removed his fingers from her buttocks. He pushed them with authority toward her head. His fingers reached out and began to pull at her hair, forcing her head down as she fell from the sofa and landed on the rug.
Now she was forced to look up at Curt and his long, steaming cock was poised menacingly only a few inches away from her mouth.
"You're gonna suck me off," Curt said. "You act like a damned spoiled little cunt. I guess you just haven't met the right guy, somebody who can dominate you and let you know just how little you really are worth."
"You're terrible," she said in a defeated tone.
"Oh, no, I'm not. I'm a pretty wise, shrewd guy. I know where it's at. So come on, sweetheart, you're gonna start sucking me. You're gonna push that hot tongue of yours forward. You're gonna let it start grinding against my prick. Come on, start moving your tongue up and down it. Work it real nice."
She grimaced as Curt kept tugging on her hair, working his fingers against it more relentlessly than before.
"Come on, I expect some cock sucking," Curt growled with mounting impatience. "You're gonna eat my long cock. Your tongue is gonna drive up and down the full length of it. Suck me off. You're gonna suck me. You're gonna eat my dick. Come on, start eating it. Suck, suck, suck."
As Curt began to tighten his grip on her blond strands of hair, his helpless victim pushed her tongue forward. She allowed it to begin grinding up and down the full length of his thick, bulbous shaft.
"That's the way I want it," Curt said. "Come on, Sherry. You're nothing more than a cock-sucking bitch. That's what you are, a little bitch. You act like you're so damned important. All your women's lib horse shit. Well, you can shove it as far as I'm concerned. Come on, just move that tongue of yours. I want to explode. I'm gonna explode. All the juices are gonna spray. They're gonna shoot out of my long, hot prick and into your mouth."