Chapter 10
The longer that Sherry inhaled the salty pungency of her lover's cock, the more intrigued she became over just what it would be like to taste his warm spurting juices.
Only on one other occasion had she sucked a man off and that was when she had been very drunk at a party as an undergraduate in college. She had chastised herself many times thereafter, considering it a tremendous mistake on her part. And so she was now inclined to withdraw from the most part in relationship with men and if a guy got hot and wanted sex with her, she was inclined to explode and tell him that he was no more than a worthless male, chauvinist pig who was interested only in her body and not her mind.
But now here she was, forced to endure the insults of Curt and forced to tolerate his brutality as he kept on pulling her blonde hair and forcing her to suck the full length of his long, excitement-filled cock, which was preparing to explode its torrential sea of steaming white juice inside of her mouth.
"Come on, you cock sucker," he laughed. "Come on, keep your tongue grinding. Move it up and down. Slide it against my prick. Ohhh, there's all kinds of juice stored up there. You're gonna swallow every drop of it. I'm treating you like a bitch and that's the way that you should definitely be treated."
His hairy legs began to dangle as he found himself moving ever nearer to the point when the exploding white juices would spurt thunderously from the end of his long, emblazoned pole. He could feel the electricity in his surging, bloated balls and he knew just how near he was to the moment of an impactful orgasm.
"Start sucking faster," he sighed, "and I want you to play with my balls, too. Come on, just move your fingers real nice. Let them cut loose against my testicles. Ohhh, do I like this feeling. Come on, ahhh, play with my nuts. Yes, I want that. I need it. Better yet, I demand it."
Just to let her know the extent to which he was in command, Curt tightened the grip by which he held onto her hair. All the while her quick, twisting tongue continued to throbbingly move with pulsating swiftness up and down the full length of his torrid, semen- filled cock. All the while, he could feel the intensifying pressures building in his warm, inflated testicles.
"Ohhh, go ahead," he sighed. "Come on, ahhh, you're gonna get a full load. Ooooh, how I love it. Damned, ohhh, what sucking."
His legs twisted and his whole body writhed as Curt prepared to unleash the droplets of his thick, hot, white liquid from the end of his cream-filled prick. He heaved one last deep sigh and at that moment the gushing droplets of his stirring penis tornado started to explode from the nub end of his rubbery cock.
As the juices spilled from his cock, he watched some of the droplets slide down the left side of Sherry's mouth and land on the rug.
"Hey, hang onto that stuff," he growled. "I'm expecting you to swallow every drop of it. Come on, eat my cock juices. Eat every drop of this hot stuff. I'm expecting you to swallow every bit of it. Come on, ohhh, suck me off. Yes, ohhh, suck my prick. Get every drop of the hot stuff. I'm exploding. Damned, ohhh, I'm like a gushing tornado."
He moved his body forward, thrusting his ass cheeks proudly as he watched the spirited droplets of his surging white, thunderous cock juice explode from the end of his flowing prick and into her mouth. He listened to the loud, helpless slurping sounds emanating from Sherry. It was just one more reminder of the extent to which he was dominating her with every phase of the action.
"Come on, get it all," he growled. "Ohhh, ahhh, what sucking. Damned, ohhh, how I love it. Ooooh, ahhh, get every drop of it. Yes, swallow it. Ohhh, ahhh, it feels so great, ohhh, it feels beautiful."
Her lips twisted tensely as Sherry sought to capture every drop of his steamy penis fluid. She could feel the pain from his insistently tugging fingers, which kept pulling at her hair. Following a few more tongue strokes, the last few droplets of his flaming phallic fluid shot from the end of his pulsating organ. At that moment she released her tongue from his hard, pistoning penis.
"That wasn't so bad," Curt laughed. "You needed to be disciplined."
"You're still a son-of-a-bitch." Curt chuckled.
"Of course I am, but you loved every bit of it," he told her with supreme confidence. "Why are you so sure of yourself?"
"In this case I'm sure of myself because I just know by your reaction how much you loved it. You wanted to be fucked. You wanted it and that's exactly what you got. Isn't that the truth?"
"I don't know what the truth is anymore," she told him with complete confusion. "I can tell you plenty about it," he told her. "Maybe you think you can."
"Maybe I think you ought to go to bed with me. Come on, let's go into the bedroom. You can just stretch out while I'm undressing. But that ought to get you good and excited just watching me."
"What an ego."
"I can back up everything I say with concrete action."
"What a real bastard."
"I enjoy being a bastard. It's more fun that way. If you're a bastard then you're daring. You're willing to take chances that other people aren't. Does that stand to reason?"
"No, but I'm a little confused anyway at this point."
"I suppose so. Come on, get up off of that beautiful ass and let's go into the bedroom."
"That ass that you're so fond of hurting."
"Yes, I loved spanking you," Curt told her. "But you needed it. It's just like with a child. You discipline when you need to."
"You're absolutely too much."
"Yes, I know I am," he winked.
Sherry watched with wide-eyed curiosity as Curt began to remove his clothes after they stepped into his bedroom. Several times she fearfully thought about making a break for it, of running away from the scene, but she knew that she couldn't make it. For one thing there was Curt standing clearly in the way. He would prevent her from leaving the room. She was even certain that he would resort to violence if he felt that it was necessary to accomplish his point. After all, her ass cheeks were still feeling the soreness from his two solid attacks with his hands.
"Am I ever gonna fuck you," he said. "Just look at the size of my cock. I got it off once and it's up there again."
She couldn't help but notice begrudgingly just how well he had maintained his erection. Curt's cock had become slightly flaccid for a few minutes in the immediate aftermath of his orgasm, but now it was standing tall, back up to its full length. She knew just how badly he wanted to engage in some more vigorous activity with her. His hard, stinging penis was all set to surgingly cannonade inside of the forbidden, moist portals of her pussy.
After sliding his shorts down his legs, Curt heaved a deep sigh, then pushed his body forward. Sherry watched as he got down on his knees, positioning them between her legs on the bed. His fingers reached out and made a grab for her warm, still-wet thighs, which he had sucked just a few moments earlier in the living room.
He kept determinedly pushing her thighs up and back until her knees crushed the soft girlish peaks of her warm, fleshy breasts. Now Curt could look down and see all of her naked enticements, the moist, lightly fringed slit of her pussy, her quivering, pink lips palpitating with excitement and uncertainty. Even though she wanted it, she was still trying to tell herself she didn't and that the only reason she was capitulating at all was because she was afraid that this terribly demented young man would beat her to a bloody pulp.
Curt noticed the tiny beads of moisture lining the small, hair-fringed furrow of her quivering twat. Still further he could see the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
He levered over her, resting his weight on his hands as he kissed her arousedly on the lips. Her body tightened and she resisted momentarily, but not for long. After that there were no more pretenses of that sort. His tongue surged cannonadingly between her glistening white teeth and into her mouth and she sucked and pulled on it and threw her arms around his back in an embrace of desperate surrender. Even though she didn't want to admit it, Curt had been right all along. Sherry wanted and desperately needed a cock in her now. Yes, she was craving it ravenously, as though this period of time when she had failed to be dominated was something that had to be eliminated right then and there through his steadily concerted action.
Sherry did not look up at Curt in her shameful arousal, her eyes becoming slightly more than tiny slits as his lips firmly encircled her firm fleshy breast. She could feel her own nipples hardening as his mouth caressed her naked white flesh, Curt's teeth grating lightly over the crinkly budding hardness of her dazzling nipples as she squirmed under him and whimpered.
Curt determinedly ground his pelvis forward as his loins pushed arousedly against the upturned softness of her warm crotch. His stiff cock squirmed into the pink, hair-fringed slit of her moist cunt as she gasped frantically when the lust-bloated head of his steaming erection rubbed against the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris.
"Ohhh, ahhh, you're into me," she sighed. "You're not only into me, ohh, you're hurting me."
"Just quiet down, bitch and you won't get hurt."
"You love to threaten."
"I know I do. Almost as much as I like fucking you."
He savored at the joyous delight of pushing his stiffly cannonading projectile into the moist, forbidden portals of her femininity. With wicked licentiousness, he sent his steaming cock forward, letting it drive ever so boldly as he worked it inside of the tightness of her warm nest.
Sherry bit into the flesh of her lower lip to stifle the cry of shame and bewilderment that filled her anguished soul.