Chapter 2
She started to roll her pussy lips around on his mouth, forcing her lips to open and scrape her clit over the edges of his teeth.
Once more there was that deep moan of satisfaction and lust that she'd let out with every spank he'd landed on her.
She cried ... she whined ... she purred.
Her pussy was wetter now than it had been before. Dexter slid his tongue up into her cunt hole, running it around the rim and pressing it against the walls.
She spread her thighs and then placed her fingers on her lips and spread them as well.
She said, "Open your mouth."
He did so, and then she told him to open his jaws as well.
He did so, and she aimed her clit right for the edged of his top teeth.
"Rub them over me," she said. "Make it feel good."
He would have replied but his mouth was filled with cunt.
Her lips were spread wide and there was nothing that would have delighted him more at that moment than to clamp his teeth down hard on her clit ... but of course, you DIDN'T do that sort of thing. Not with the daughter of the man upon whom he was counting to bankroll his future.
He went crazy then, when she said, "Bite it. Bite my clit."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. But did he waste any more time trying to figure out what it all meant?
Noooooo.
He wasn't that stupid. What he did was to suck her clit into his mouth fast. The membranes in which it lay nestled stretched as it slid forward, but soon they grew taut and would move no farther into his mouth.
He started to close his teeth around her.
The flesh began to pinch, to press against the edges of his teeth as the pressure tightened.
She started to moan.
He pushed his tongue against the surface of her clit and started to rub it back and forth ... back and forth ... back and forth ...
He pushed harder.
And harder.
She was jerking around violently on top of him now, and for a moment he was afraid that she was going to jerk herself right off him.
He pushed his tongue against her clit now, slowly forcing it between his teeth.
The shaft was swollen much more firmly than it had been earlier, and his teeth were closed to a point that was narrower than the width of her clit shaft.
But the bud of nerves was elastic and pliant, and he liked it that way.
He pushed on it ... shoved it more firmly against the edges of his teeth, and then, he pushed it through.
She slammed her hips against his mouth, a hard driving thrust, and at the same time she let out a scream.
A deep, gut-wrenching scream.
Dexter felt a stab of fear racing through him at that.
"Shit," he said, "cool it, would you?"
She ignored him. Instead she slammed her hips against his teeth again, harder ... harder ... harder ...
"Do it some more," she begged. Her voice had the quality of desperation to it.
The wild gyrations of her body were unlike anything Dexter had ever experienced before in his entire life.
He reached up to her buttocks and gripped them both firmly, sinking his fingertips into her creamy soft flesh.
Flesh that suggested virginal perfection and purity, an image hopelessly undermined by the physical proof that confronted him.
This was not the kind of thing he was ready to deal with ...
Which wasn't too strange, for most people, coming into contact with this young lady found themself confronted by a force and a manic drive that went far beyond any hope they might have of explaining her.
He squeezed her buns and held them tight, anchoring her, trying to keep some of her movements under control, in order that he might keep his lips and tongue at least SOMEWHERE in the vicinity of her clit.
He enjoyed only marginal success. Her strength was awesome.
Force pulsated through her body now, as though she were a conducting rod bringing down the celestial fire, and, through the medium of her own body, transferring it direct and untamed, to his own.
Her cunt seemed now to be more than a cunt, her body and the heat that it radiated, more than an example of mere arousal.
She moaned again ... and again ... and again, finally coming in a single, phenomenal burst of heat and light, both of which registered in his own brain at the moment of her climax.
She heaved her body up a last time, and this time her cunt pressed against his mouth and teeth and she made no effort to let it fall back.
She repeated over and over, "Do it, do it, do it, do it," as though he weren't already doing quite enough.
Then she began to cry out, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me."
Her voice, charged with emotion and tension, echoed from the walls of the large room, and he fancied he heard the echoes repeat themselves farther and farther down the hallways.
Surely someone would come running? Sure they wouldn't get away with this? This brazen deed, consummated in the brightest hours of daylight ... ?
The simple arrogance of the act left him dazed, realizing that he would be called upon to account for himself, in the event they were found out - not she. This was her house, she could do as she pleased.
Then she thought about the old man, Jonah Sands ... a man he'd never met, yet whose reputation was widely known and feared.
What if HE should discover the two of them?
She was clearly thinking no such thoughts, however, as her snakelike fingers ran up his leg to his cock, unsheathing at last the serpent of his desire ... that brilliant red cobra of passion, rigid, unyielding ...
She squeezed it. She stroked it. She sucked it and whispered sweet things to it in a cute little-girl's voice. She made it abundantly clear that she was deadly serious.
She intended for him to fuck her right here, in the living room of her house.
She spread her legs, started to lie back, and as she did so, she kept a firm grip on his cock, pulling it to her cunt.
He considered standing up, wishing her well, rearranging his clothing and leaving.
For about a second he considered it. Then he succumbed to the inevitable, as would any man with normal health and aroused balls.
He lay atop her firm, young body, felling breasts that were soft and pliant press against his naked chest, hair between her thighs rub over his glands, her feet intertwine with his ...
Her nipples were stiff as pebbles.
He rubbed his body up and down over them, back and forth, feeling her breasts stretch in the direction of his body movement.
She was totally yielding, utterly passive and submissive in the force of control that she exercised over him.
She dominated thought submission, like earth, passive yet unyielding in its laws and conditions to which men must conform.
She allowed him to control her, and through this answer to his deepest fantasies, she controlled him in turn.
Something didn't add up in all this, but Dexter wasn't in much of a mood to analyze things right now.
His cock was hungrily seeking the opening to her cunt, and as soon as he found it, he started to push again it.
She began to roll her hips against him again, as soon as she felt his cock straighten between the axes of their two bodies.
She thrust forward and upward, and the head of his cock split her cunt.
The membranes opened and surrounded his shaft, sucking him at once into the deepest regions of her body.
To be so tight, yet so open - that was always the amazing thing about cunts, and hers simply amplified the sensation.
He drove into her, felt the walls fall to either side of his approaching cock, then felt her body respond, driving back towards him, sending the head of his cock careening insanely against the back wall of her pussy.
She said, "JESUS YES!" and her voice was heavy with tension.
She pressed hard against his body, finding the point of his pubic bone with her clit and rubbing her tender shaft over the protuberance.
Their pubic mats seemed to have become tangled into a single love nest.
Juice from her cunt rubbed over his cock, his pubic hair, and their thighs became smeared in a common layer of hot, slimy moisture.
He stared to pull his cock back now, letting the movement spring organically out of the pulsating rhythms of their two bodies - her hips seemed to have taken on a movement all their own, owing nothing to the normal in and out thrusts of fucking. She rolled them from side to side, thrust forward and at once fell away ... none of which movements seemed to be fully under her conscious control.
She continually sought the point of his pubic bone with her clit, finally begging, "Keep it there a minute ... please ... " and meaning it.
She needed him. Or, rather, she needed his body, which was by no means the same thing, but which, for this moment, gave him total possession of her.
He rolled over onto his side after clutching her in his arms to carry her with him.
Her buttocks thus freed, he smacked them several times in succession, each crack of open palm against ass flesh resounding back from the walls like the thunder crack of doom.
She gasped, hips jammed against his cock again, and then she came.
Miraculously, his balls remained under control during this, despite energies of the most extreme nature surging through his entire body, and his cock and balls in particular
Her skin seemed to tighten, muscles up and down her entire torso rippling, bulging, swelling from the tension.
And then, no sooner had her peak been reached when she released the pent-up energy in a wild flurry of movement, arms squeezing, legs flailing about ...
She gasped and cried out but as her face was at this point buried in his chest, the sounds came out muffled.
He slapped her ass three more times, then let the two of them roll back in their former position, her on her back, the weight of his body bearing down cruelly on her form, all energy focused at the fulcrum of her desire, her Venus-mound ... her dripping cunt.
She had her legs fully spread now, inviting all of him into her.
"Gooood ..." she cried out, the sound stuttering from her constricted throat.
He pulled his cock back as her hips began to spasm from orgasmic tension.
All the way, the glands finally coming to rest at the opening to her cunt.
The flared base rested directly in the opening, the walls of her cunt hole rim pressing in around it but not quite pressing it out.
She cried.
She moaned.
She continued to come.
And now a spark of tension and sensation started to flare in Dexter's balls ... and he knew that the moment was coming ...
He knew that he couldn't hold out forever, nor did he want to.
But she was past her peak.
He didn't want to come into an empty cunt ... empty in the sense that it was unresponsive, that it was simply there to wrap itself around his cock.
He wanted a cunt that was active ... dynamic ... a cunt that was simply the physical expression of a much higher action ...
He pulled away from her ... and she screamed, "NOOOO!!" for he was abandoning her.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... " she gasped ...
But he held back, letting his cock fall all the way from her cunt hole.
This accomplished two things.
One, it allowed his balls to lose some of the mounting fire that was filling them.
It also let her fall back from that intensity.
She calmed herself ... slowly ... painfully ... resentfully ...
And then he placed his glands at her cunt hole again ... and this time he plowed straight into her with a single direct thrust, following it up at once with a withdrawing stroke that was equally as strong.
She sensed that he was going for the final union now, her hips began to reflect this.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... " she cried, breathing heavily, scratching her fingernails over his back.
Dexter's balls started to swell now, the muscles at the base of his cock began to sputter into those final spasms of ecstasy and delight, and at last ... finally, deliciously, the flames flashed in his crotch and his body began to heave back at her with the same force she'd been throwing at him.
And he moaned ... and he groaned ... and he cried out ... and she cried out ... and he felt her body once again respond ...
And he blew.
A white gusher of cum spurted from his cock like it had been backed up for centuries.
Filling her cunt chamber, overflowing, spurting still, rising to the top, smearing over her lips, her cunt hair ...
He kept pumping his cock in and out. The muscles in the small of his back were starting to ache, but he kept the pressure and the rhythm steady as the shaft, still throbbing, rammed her again and again and again, filling her, stretching her, fucking her.
They began to melt, blending together, a merging of juices, of spirits ...
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " she moaned.
Dexter just cried out, letting the passion of the moment carry him.
His crotch seemed to have fused organically with hers. She pushed even harder, still crushing her clit against the point of his pubic bone.
He looked down at her, at her face transformed beyond ecstasy ... and something happened.
Something stirred inside his body and his soul, akin to a fluttering of wings, similar to the movement of the spheres ...
He knew only that a sensation and an awareness descended onto him and from that moment he was no longer the same. He was new ... he was different.
And he was hopelessly in love with this woman.