Chapter 11
The thing that probably flustered Sherry most of all was that she couldn't help but hate this arrogant young man who was dominating her in such a wicked fashion, but yet, through it all, there remained these quivering waves of wild, unaccountable sensation that rippled through her whole body. As a matter of fact, never in her entire life could she recall feeling anything quite like the abundant flow of sensation that surged through her at that moment.
Cart's words seemed to come to her ears from afar, words that formed strangely from unintelligible sounds until she finally understood his crude command.
"Just move your hot butt," he said. "I want you to show some enthusiasm. Come on, move your hips. Move your ass cheeks."
He reached down and moved his fingers tightly and firmly against her still-reddened ass cheeks. She heaved a loud grunt as his cock slithered heatedly once again into the incredibly tight velvety sheath of her moist, naked pussy.
The beautiful Sherry Ames was already dripping wet and her juices lubricated his merciless entry so that he was able to grind and twist with extra enthusiasm. She tensed inhumanly beneath him, like an electric wire had been touched to her loins and a weird gurgling sound emanated from her throat as he pushed the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his steaming, blue-veined cock far up into her quaking belly with a single skewering thrust. Yes, there was a certain amount of painful resistance as he entered her, but that was only a temporary manifestation. With a single, deep-thrusting impalement of his huge cock between her upturned thighs, she felt tremendous waves of delight.
Sherry was gasping for air and she needed to even cry out as her eyes bulged in their sockets from the excruciating pain of his ravishing penetrations. Until then she didn't realize just how truly inexperienced she was in a lot of areas of sex. She had been fucked very little and she was scarcely more than a virgin in so many different ways. But as far as Curt was concerned he was out to educate her in no time at all, as a matter of fact, overnight.
He kept on driving his bludgeoning stem into her, his stiff, hard prick driving between her legs as he kept on pushing his penetrating organ back and forth. He was determined not to stop until the cum sloshed hotly in her teasing belly.
Curt's thrusts were hurtfully deep and vicious and with every backward movement of his desire-stiffened erection, he pulled his cock almost entirely out of her cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her pussy and leaving just the thick purplish head of his excited penis inside her cuntal slit. Then, grunting with renewed energy, Curt would push forward with incredible strength, skewering wetly into the tightly gripping depths of her warm vagina, pushing the delicate pink flesh aside in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with a wet smack against the frail softness of her nakedly upturned crotch.
He loved the sound of his balls slapping into the smooth, hairless crevice of her nether cheeks with a resounding thud that made her shameful humiliation become only that much more intense. Great salty tears started to obliterate Sherry's vision and she appeared to him as only an amorphous shape above him, grunting and moaning with unrestrained passion.
The cruel pain engendered by his skewering cock caused her to hate him more than ever. But yet, at the same time, she craved more and more of the same as this sex-hungry love machine continued his deep plowing thrusts with his huge gleaming pecker up between her trembling thighs.
All the while the beautiful blonde could find herself moving much closer to the pinnacle of an inevitable orgasm. Her hips twisted and her knees nearly doubled back as her breasts were crushed beneath her legs. Tiny emanations of pleasure escaped from the roughly smashed buds of her distended nipples as the hardness of her upper legs lasciviously rubbed them into full erection. Sherry could feel them throb with expectant desire and excitement as her legs moved over them rhythmically in tune to his deep-thrusting strokes. A mindless chant poured from her trembling lips like warm, gurgling liquid. Curt's delicious thrusts had transformed her from what she had construed to be a normal professional woman into a shuddering, moaning sex slave, eager to do his wanton bidding, whatever the demand or the price.
Her head tossed from side to side, spreading the spread on Curt's bed and all the while she kept on gasping and sighing. Her hair flailed about her face in many directions at once, tossing about in a golden halo of luxuriant locks. The cords in her neck stood out prominently as the lovely Sherry gasped and choked under the impactful stabs of his deep, skewering, blue-veined dagger. She rose higher and higher with every impaling lunge of his mammoth cudgel, both physically and emotionally straining upward to meet his pleasure-giving stabs and peaking emotionally as her passion swelled to a shuddering, screaming climax.
Above her lithe, young nakedness, Sherry could hear Curt bleating in her ear like a lovesick bull, his breath now coming in frantic, staccato gasps. His maddened rhythm started to slow down and his frenzied, lustful jabs became a slow sensuous tempo of thick, blood-engorged cock thrusts that spread into the firm depths of her female cavern. Her cuntal grip tightened around his rigidity like a warm fist and the two of them worked together as one, their limbs entwined and their bodies grinding against each other until they both glistened with a fine mist of perspiration.
Sherry could taste the peculiarly salty pungency of her own blood as she bit into her lower lip in an increasingly difficult effort to keep from screaming. The one thing she did not want to do was antagonize him anymore. He had proven himself to be all too dangerous already. Yes, she reasoned, if she did much more screaming, Curt would once again lose his temper and start slapping her ass cheeks or, perhaps, do something even worse.
Her arms were locked behind his back and Sherry's long, slender legs wrapped around Curt's trembling, sweaty hips as she fought to pull him even deeper up between her thighs and into the swirling heat of her loins. She opened her eyes and observed the crooked, sadistic grin of ultimate conquest on Curt's lips and knew that she was utterly and completely his. Yes, he was a son-of-a-bitch, a cocky bastard and one who loved to fill her body with pain, but yet there was also the pleasure to take into consideration and the fact that she appeared to be helpless without it.
His rhythmically undulating thrusts were driving her into a perpetual state of insanity and she wanted nothing more than the hard, pounding tempo with which he had begun. Oh, yes, she needed it and needed it very badly.
"You want this, I know damned well you want it," Curt grinned sadistically.
"Ohhh, just don't stop," she sobbed. "Please, ohhh, don't stop. I want it so much."
"You're damned right you want it," he said. "That's what I was trying to tell you before. I was trying to tell you, you were a bitch. A little bitch whore. All that women's lib stuff was just so much slop. You really wanted a guy like me to stick his long, lean pecker into you."
"Oh, please, don't stop now," she sighed. "Come on, fuck me hard."
"Exactly what I wanted to hear," Curt nodded.
There was no doubt left in his mind now that his victim was totally defeated. He reasoned that she was just like the rest, needing it every bit as badly. Maybe even worse, considering her arrogant attitude. He imagined that Sherry had turned a lot of men off and had caused a number of them to become very angry. Well, he could hurt her, tease her and she could do absolutely nothing in the way of revenge. He was the dominant party and now she was every bit as aware of that fact as he was and that made him feel more satisfaction than ever.
Curt thrust into her with a long, rapid lunge that seemed certain to burst out her throat. By then she was impaled helplessly, completely wrapped around his deep-thrusting, skewering member until she felt as if she was nothing but an extension of his loins.
Ever so desperately, Sherry's nails ripped against Curt's back and he fucked her and she left reddened welts across his flesh as she gurgled hysterically, her whole body quivering and throbbing with an enraptured desperation. Suddenly she let out a lascivious moan as her womb flowered around his deeply probing cock and the gush of her love juices began to bathe his erection and flowed hotly from the ragged pink lips of her pussy.
"Ohhh, oooooh, I'm off," she said. "What a fuck you are. The way you grind your cock inside of me. I don't believe it. Ohhh, I can't believe what you're doing to me. It feels so wonderful. Ohhh, so very wonderful."
Suddenly Sherry's body tensed convulsively and air burst from her lungs. Her back arched incredibly and lifted them both upward from the bed as her toes curled lightly against the soles of her bare feet.
Even with the inhuman effort that the beautiful Sherry was exerting, screams still burst from her throat as her body writhed and squirmed. She kicked high in the air above her steadily stampeding lover as her fists pounded against his back.
"I'm gushing, ohhh, I'm gushing," she dramatically announced.
Curt barely managed to stay astride his beautiful blonde victim as she squirmed and wriggled under him like an eel out of water. His deeply skewering thrusts did not stop and each one brought another gurgling cry of wanton passion to her trembling lips.
"You're a bitch, bitch, bitch," he called out with dominating delight. "Tell me. I want to hear it from you. I want to hear it from your lips."
"All right, oh, I'm a bitch," she sobbed.
"Let's hear it louder."
"I'm a bitch," she repeated in a louder tone than before.
"That's right, you're a bitch. I'm glad you can admit it. Oh, damned, my cock's on fire. I could keep fucking you forever. What sensations. Oooooh, ohh, damned, what a wonderful feeling. What a tremendous feeling."
Curt's loins began to throb and pound harder than ever against the sensitive, upturned flesh of his victim's crotch. His lust-bloated testicles, filled with the passion heated thickness of his steaming white cum, were getting set to unload.
As he hurled his steadily cannonading cock inside of her ravaged pussy, Curt reached down and made one last grab for her sore ass cheeks. As he pushed his fingers against the sweltering flesh, his steaming, impassioned fluid started to empty in a gushing spurt of white-hot viscous liquid that raced along the gleaming wet shaft of his prick.
"Oh, damned, what fucking," he sighed. "Ohh, I'm gushing in you. Oooooh, what a fuck."
His whole body quivered and twisted in a state of overwhelming passion and the beads of sweat started to pour from his entire body. The spurting load of thick, white jism emptied with bullet-like ripples that flooded her insides and oozed from around the impaling thickness of his ever-skewering, stinging organ.
Sherry tensed ever so noticeably, her eyes widening with surprise and confusion. Once more the beautiful Sherry could feel her head swirling with excitement coupled with uncertainty as the steaming droplets of his skewering fluid kept on spraying inside of her warm, moist mound.
"Oh, damned, this has been something," Curt sighed. "Come on, just move your hips a little more. Ohhh, come on, move them. Grind them. Ooooh, this is a fuck. Damned, ohhh, let me tell you. This is a real screw."
The final few droplets of thick, white fluid splashed from the end of Curt's emblazoned pole. Yes, he had dominated her thoroughly and he could see the expression of total defeat present in her eyes.