Chapter 12
Curt once again registered surprise over how much of a beast he had been in the sex act. But the surprise did not come anywhere close to equaling what he had experienced after having sex with his sister. No, he realized, he was quickly turning into a strong-willed, sensual beast who was capable of meting out all kinds of punishment as a means of achieving his erotic ends.
The following day went calmly enough. Then, all of a sudden, the day took on a totally different meaning. It all came in the form of just one telephone call, which set the wheels into motion.
"Hello, Curt, this is Sherry," he heard Sherry's voice on the other end of the line.
What astonished Curt was not that Sherry was calling, because she sometimes did on business-related matters, but that the general ring of confidence and cool aloofness was absent from her tone of voice. Instead she sounded vacuous, if not downright apprehensive. It made him feel good to know that at least she wasn't in the same cocky frame of mind that had governed her behavior so much of the time.
"Yes, Sherry, what's up?" Curt asked, gladly tossing his law book aside. Just thinking about how much fun he had experienced ravishing her the day before prompted his crotch to become exceedingly hot and his stiff, excited penis to lengthen.
"I don't know what got into me yesterday," she said in a slow, hesitant manner. "As a matter of fact, maybe I should amend that, maybe I should say I don't know what happened to us."
"Speaking for myself, I know what happened," Curt said with an air of confidence. "I felt the urge and I seized on it. That's the way it happened with me."
"I don't know. I can hardly believe that I had such urges."
"What makes it so unbelievable?"
"Oh, I don't know, it's just that I never experienced anything like that before. But here's the darnedest part. Well, it makes me so nervous that I hate to even talk about it."
"Come on and spill it out," Curt urged. "It doesn't do one damned bit of good to hold something in. Come on and tell me what's happening."
"All right, I guess I will," she said in the same slow, fearful tone of voice. "You see, I keep thinking about it. I keep thinking about the things you did to me. At first it made me angry. I mean, I thought I'd been taken advantage of, but then I suddenly stopped feeling that way."
"So how did you feel then?"
"I felt as if everything was somehow beautiful. Or at least enough for me to enjoy. I just can't get over my whole attitude. My feelings. It was just like I couldn't get enough of you. And that's pretty damned strange."
"No, it isn't," Curt laughed. "I happen to think I'm irresistible."
"You sound like an impossible nut right now," she saw the humor, bursting into laughter of her own, which broke up some of the tension that resided within her. "All I can think of is you coming at me and doing all those wild and wicked things."
"If you can't do some wild and wicked things in life, then the whole thing can be downright dull. Drab, in fact. Maybe not even worth bothering with."
"I don't know about all that. I just know that I have this feeling. This tremendous urge. I can't explain it. I just know that it's there."
"You don't need to explain it," Curt said. "Just act on it."
Curt could not help but note the irony of the current situation. It had not been all that long since Sherry Ames had been the cool, confident individual and he had always seemingly been on the defensive, like a helplessly little panting pussy dog who would never achieve his objective. But now things had taken a dramatic turn. He was the one who was not seeking to impart the confidence into Sherry, who was dominated by great uncertainty. The whole complexion of the operation had changed markedly.
Now that he felt compelled to go on the offensive and quell Sherry's disturbed feeling, Curt felt more powerful than ever. He felt as if he could whip the world, particularly from a sensual standpoint. His nervous cock dangled restlessly inside of his shorts. He could hardly wait for the opportunity to get his rocks off.
"I think you're doing a lot of unnecessary worrying," he finally told Sherry. "Just relax and take things as they are. If you want some action, then hell, go after it."
"Who said I wanted more action?"
"You've been saying it," Curt told her. "First of all, if you hadn't wanted more action, you wouldn't have called me in the first place. You didn't call me because of anything relating to the law office. You called me because you're turned on in a big way. Let's get that right out in the open where it belongs."
"Okay, okay, I do feel this sense of helplessness."
"Then do something about it. We're gonna fuck."
"Oh, damned, you're preempting me," she sighed. "I was trying to work up the nerve to ask you over to my place tonight. Can you make it?"
"An army of well-trained gladiators couldn't keep me away," Curt told her.
"Can you make it around seven?"
"Certainly I can."
"Your father won't get suspicious about you going out?"
"Hell, no. I'll tell him I'm going to the library to study. He knows I do that sometimes anyway. You know, you want a change of pace. You want to get away from the house but still do your studying. All that rubbish. At any rate, it makes for a good excuse. Yes, I'll be over at seven."
"But this has to be kept in the closest confidence," she said in a worried tone. "I mean, if your father ever found out. It would be the end of my career. It would just be curtains for me."
"You worry much too much," he laughed. "So don't get shook up. Just wait for my arrival, my dear. I'll be there at seven o'clock and we'll have ourselves a wild, wonderful and beautiful time of it."
"Okay, I'll see you then," she replied, promptly hanging up the telephone.
That evening Curt was so excited over going to see Sherry that he could barely eat his dinner. Several times his nervous, rangy cock had become exceedingly hard in his trousers and he was doing the best that he could to disguise that fact. He only hoped that nobody saw his huge erection.
A few minutes before seven, Curt told his folks that he would be going out to the library to study. His sister was in her room studying her lessons for the next day.
"My, but we have two studious children," Curt's mother looked at his father and smiled. "We're proud of both our Barbara and our Curt."
"We certainly are," Curt Senior smiled. "Don't study too hard, son."
"I'll try not to," Curt couldn't help but laugh to himself as he walked out the door.
A few minutes later he arrived at the apartment house where Sherry Ames lived. He knocked on the door and she quickly answered it, opening it wide and revealing herself barefooted in an aqua blue robe. Just seeing her in that state prompted his steaming cock to push solidly against the material of his trousers.
"You look beautiful," he gulped.
"Come on, darling."
This time Sherry was willing to assume the stance of aggressor. She reached out and took her lover by the hand and together they walked briskly into the bedroom. Curt watched as Sherry eased her beautiful body downward into the bed.
"Darling, I've got nothing on under this," she smiled.
Stretching out her body ever so temptingly, Sherry Ames reached out and undid the belt of her robe, Curt watched as he stood next to the bed, observing the slow, meticulous manner in which Sherry Ames removed the robe from her body. So now there she was, lying stretched out in the middle of the bed, extending her nakedly splayed legs in a lewd, wanton fashion, letting her lover know just how badly she wanted some sex. Her looked down at the golden tufts of pubic hair and the tempting pink twat that rested beneath them.
"Take off your clothes," she said. "Come on, Curt honey. I really want you. I guess I was trying to just fight my basic urges. You're such an animal when it comes to sex."
"I put out in the way that women really want me to," Curt grinned.
"I can see that. Ohhh, you're some kind of wild, sexy man. I really do want you. Ohhh, come and get me."
Curt watched with mounting eagerness as he observed the manner in which the beautiful Sherry Ames suddenly reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to soothingly manipulate against the warmth of her pink, velvety vagina.
"Ooooh, I'm getting so nice and wet," she sighed.
A spellbound Curt continued to watch her, observing the manner in which her hips were manipulating with great swiftness from side to side. All the while her fingers kept on grinding with great passion as she worked them against her vagina.
Suddenly Curt realized the momentous nature of the circumstances. Yes, he had a chance to enjoy himself enormously and now he would be taking off his clothes. He reached out and made a grab for his shirt, which he quickly pulled over his head. In no more than a matter of seconds, he was tugging his shorts down his legs as his entire body trembled with wild anticipation.
"You want to fuck me, you know you do," she panted.
"Of course I do," Curt smiled. "I'd never try and hide that fact. As a matter of fact, a hard cock doesn't lie and just look at the size of mine."
Curt gestured down toward his long, aroused pole. His fingers reached out in a stirring crescendo of passion, ground and twisted against the full length of his steaming, fleshy cudgel.
As Curt's fingers continued to grind against the full length of his sturdy man meat, his beautiful blonde lover's buttocks writhed and twisted as she lay stretched out on the bed, panting loudly as her fingers lewdly continued to find the mark, grinding against the velvety wetness of her steaming cunt.
"Come and get me, darling," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, come on, I really need you. Ohhh, how I want you."
By then Curt was totally naked. He stepped out of his shorts, then pushed his body forward, throwing his body down on top of hers. His fingers reached down and made a grab for her trim, warm thighs. He held on tightly as he poised his mouth over her damp, electrified slit. The erotic prospect of getting her cunt wildly sucked filled beautiful Sherry's alabaster skin with voluptuous goose bumps. The sensual sensations reached into her dampened mound. She wriggled her body in a provocative shiver. It felt like some tantalizing sensation rolling down her back, like an itch that just couldn't be scratched.
Sherry felt the warmth of Curt's mouth beginning to nuzzle the cleft of her vulva while his nose rubbed the pea-like node above it. His hot, sturdy, red tongue dipped into the slippery folds of the glistening pinkish red skin. An electrical current was switched on, shocking every nerve fiber in Sherry's entire body.
Curt's surging red digit began to explore every part of the velvety slick interior of his beautiful lover's cunt. It rolled around the sphincter of her vagina, the tip trying to press into the funnel-like interior. Unsuccessful, he withdrew his scarlet tongue and switched it to her clitoris.
A soft murmur of bliss escaped Sherry's lips as she received his quick, determined strokes.
"Hhmmmm, ohhh, ahhh," an ecstatic groan slipped out. "You suck so beautifully. Ohhh, darling, make me cum. Yes, ohhh, make me shoot my burning juices."
She squirmed and undulated her hips in a wildly sensuous grind. Her wanton desires were being intensified by every rapid-fire, twisting effort of his furiously teasing mouth.
A loudly panting Sherry curved her back in a slight arch. She tried to push her anxious pussy ever closer to his ravenous mouth. It was icing on her pastry and he was licking the frosting off of the spoon.
"Keep on sucking me, my darling," she exclaimed. "Oh, Curt, you're too much for me. Ohhh, keep your tongue moving. Grind it. Ohhh, grind it, darling."
His smooth, firmly authoritative hands reached out and slipped underneath her firm, warm buttocks, supporting the pads of her ass flesh. His palms cupped the small globes of buttocks flesh as he squeezed and fondled her ass while his mouth continued to lavish its bewitching charm on her electrified cunt.
An exploring finger insinuated its way inside of the warmth of her asshole. Her voluptuous hips jerked in quick reflex action. She had not expected the additional salacious stimulation, but there it was and at just the appropriate moment in time. Curt's fingers pressed along the sheath of her hole.
"Ohhh, ohhh, you're too much," she sighed.
He kept on teasing her, rolling his tongue over the puffy outer lip's of her moist twat. Sherry kept on trembling with sensual agitation as his warm, moist tongue continued to lave her. It then dramatically switched back to her clitoris. With the suction of his stirring tongue-like tube, her clitoris was vacuumed into his mouth.