Chapter 6
On Monday, Susan returned to work at the library, still acting like her old drab, listless self. When Howard Brandwin came by to collect the trash, he sneered at her as he always did, and for the first time Susan felt a flicker of amusement inside her. If the man knew she was the one he had fucked the other night, she wondered how he would react.
The withdrawal pangs hit her that night.
When she had gotten home from the library, Susan realized she had an ache in her body. She was an intelligent woman, and even though she didn't want to admit to herself what it was she was feeling, she knew full well it was the desire for sex. She was grateful she had her period. It precluded her going out and even thinking about finding sexual fulfillment. Certainly she would never return to an animal like Izzie.
The following day the symptoms within her became stronger, and she found her hand shaking. By Wednesday, she was on the verge of a nervous collapse. Thursday was the last day of her period, and it took the utmost self-control to get through the day. Friday, with her period over, and her penchant for cleanliness making certain there were no bloodstains inside her, she knew she had to do something about her inner feelings. If she didn't, she would go off the deep end.
She thought of putting on some sort of disguise and walking through the different places where she knew men always hung around, but that would be bringing herself down to Izzie's level. No, she decided against disguises. But once her workday was over and she was home, she removed her wig with the pulled back hair tied in a bun, and she combed out her own hair. Since she was going to embark on a sin, it made sense to use her own sinful hairdo.
On the way home she had stopped at a department store and had bought all different kinds of makeup. The woman at the store had been kind enough to show her how to apply eye shadow, and now she put long-lash mascara on her eyelashes, after which she found a lipstick that matched the honey-redness of her hair and applied it to her lips.
Last but not least was the dress she had bought. Though she wasn't actually in disguise, she didn't want people to recognize her as the drab librarian because of her dress. So she had bought a green, clingy number that exposed the tops of her breasts though her shoulders and upper arms remained covered. Once again she removed the heavy boned corset she wore at work, and she also took off her stockings and garter belt, this time replacing them with green-tinted pantyhose with a built-in panty. Then she put on her green medium heeled shoes, and she was ready. She still had to wear glasses, but she had replied her plain eyeglasses with smoked lenses in cat seye, horn-rimmed frames.
Susan felt sinful leaving home dressed as she was, but she knew the cravings of her body were so strong, if she did nothing she would internally explode, which would be like committing suicide. Which, then, would be the bigger sin?
Susan didn't like the idea of going to a bar, especially since she didn't drink. So she decided to go to a imagine restaurant in the next village.
That same Friday night, Edwin Corey decided he would rather go to a restaurant than a bar. He knew Elaine would be at the bar, and he didn't want to run into her again, at least not so quickly. He compared the lovely brunette to vintage wine, enjoyed when sipped slowly rather than gulped. He had the feeling Elaine felt the same way. Both knew if they went on seeing one another regularly, it might lead to entanglements, and Elaine, being married, didn't want an entanglement, while Corey didn't like the idea of possibly being named co-respondent in a divorce suit. Both had agreed it would be a good idea if they met once in awhile, but neither wanted anything that would build.
Dressed in a natty blue suit, Corey parked his TC-3 in the restaurant parking lot just as Susan got off the bus and walked toward the restaurant. He was the first one inside, but the maitre'd was busy, so he waited.
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When Susan walked into the restaurant, every male eye able to see her swung toward her. Corey spotted her, and immediately knew who she was. He breathed deeply, knowing this was the woman he had always imagined her to be. She looked splendid, absolutely splendid. He also noticed she was all alone.
Walking up to her, he said, "Miss Kane, how different you look when you aren't in the library."
"Professor Corey," she murmured, and her heart began beating all the more quickly.
As far as Susan was concerned, there was no man better for her purpose than Edwin Corey. He was a bachelor, so she wouldn't have to worry about sinning with a married man, the one thing she definitely wanted to avoid. He was handsome, nicely built, intelligent, and able to converse on any subject. Yes! He would be perfect for her.
"Where is your escort?" Corey was asking.
"I'm alone," Susan told him.
"By an odd coincidence, so am I. Would you be willing to share a table with me?"
"I feel that I'd be putting you to an expense you would otherwise not have had," she said to him.
"Miss Kane, believe me, it will be a distinct pleasure to assume that expense. Please have dinner with me."
She did.
Not only that, but she let him take her to a nightclub afterward, though the burning in her body was building to intolerable proportions. Afterward, he invited her to his apartment. He was almost astonished when she accepted.
They had talked about many things that evening, including the subject of marriage and why neither of them had ever gotten married.
'The woman I marry," he said, "has to understand me. For instance, she and I will probably make love countless times before we marry, because I don't want marriage to be a condition of lovemaking."
Susan stared at the huge bulge in his crotch, and realized all this talk had already stimulated the man. She felt her body shudder with apprehension, and she knew what was coming. A moment later, when he approached her and removed her glasses, she was certain of it when he said, "And what do you want in a husband, Susan?"
"I want to be loved, to be cherished, and I think I'd like him to be faithful to me," she said.
"Fidelity is not something one accepts simply because he or she is married," the man told her. "You have to earn your husband's fidelity, making him feel there is no need for him to stray elsewhere, no matter how strong his animal urges."
"I understand that," Susan nodded, feeling a little apprehensive.
"Susan," he said to her, "I want you. I want you so much it's eating me up inside. I've wanted you for the longest time, ever since I first saw you in the library, but didn't dare approach you because you were behaving frostily to all men."
"I won't be frosty tonight," she told him. "Don't ask me to explain, but I have a need. I'm hoping you can gratify that need. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
They talked some more, and little by little the professor dragged out of her what had happened to her. When she had finished, he said, "You have an amazing capacity to love. Do you know that? Tonight I want to put it to the test. You see, there's more than one way you can be gratified. You told me, for instance, that because of your time of the month you were unable to go out and seek satisfaction sooner than tonight. That's because you're unaware you're capable of attaining that satisfaction in more ways than one. Trust me, and I'll show you."
They had been standing in his living room, and now she backed away from him, feeling a bit of a chill. She was afraid, afraid of her own inner reactions to something new. Perhaps she was afraid of liking this as much as she had learned to like what Izzie had foisted on her, initially.
She turned, wanting to pull away, but before she was able to do so, Corey was there, pulling her lissome form against his own, holding her closely and pressing her firm breasts into the hardness of his own chest, while his pulsating prick, still inside his pants, tried its best to push between her slender thighs. The material of his pants pressed against that of her dress, and Susan loudly gasped, feeling all kinds of shuddering thrills. The mere pressure of his throbbing cock sent now-familiar thrills coursing through the beautiful redhead, making her entire body vibrate with lust. Shimmering emanations crawled from her trembling, pillarly white loins into the burning depths of her belly, as well as filling each of her lovely, firm breasts.
"Even though I've done things like this before, I'm araid," Susan told him, looking at him, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. Then his mouth was on her throat, burning kisses against the side of her neck. "I need satisfaction," she went on, "and yet I'm so afraid one day I'll be made to pay for my wrongdoings, probably by becoming pregnant."
"Of course you're afraid," Corey said to the lovely librarian. But you aren't afraid of doing something wrong. You're afraid of yourself. You're afraid because you're learning to enjoy sexual contact, and you keep thinking of it as sinful, even though you need it. You know," he said to her, "you're a woman who needs to be guided by a man, but you have to pick the right man. That's one decision you'll have to make by yourself."
"I've already made that choice, at least tonight," she said to him. "I'm terrified of what I want to do, and yet I know I have to do it. So I'll do what you tell me no matter how wrong I think it is."
"You're a woman who has to be dominated," he told her. "So I'm going to dominate you. I'm not going to tell you I love you and fill you full of trite phrases. If there is to be love between us, real love, it'll come without our having to say the words. So Susan, undress, here and now, in the living room."
Had Corey been a man she didn't particularly like, Susan would have found it much easier obeying his command. Because she did like him, she found herself even more terrified than she had been with Izzie, because she wanted both, love and respect from this man. Still, she had said she would obey him.
A little unsteadily she slowly began peeling off her dress, and then she removed her undergarments, letting him look at her delightfully naked form.
She stared at him the whole time, noting he, too, was undressing, and when he was as naked as she, her eyes automatically went to his penis. It was big, at least as big as Izzie's, and probably a little thicker, though it didn't quite match that of the giant Ralph. But then, she wouldn't want a penis quite that large.
She looked at his eyes and saw a light burning in them. She knew it was lust, but also surmised it was the kind of lust that might develop into something more.
The man stood there, looking at her, finding her a feast for the eyes, a total repast. Her pure white flesh from the top of her forehead all the way down to the soles of her feet was firm and delightfully creamy, yet it was richly hued with pink pigment. Faint blue veins appeared in her full, round breasts, making them look even whiter than the flesh on the rest of her body. Her nipples were already full because of Corey's continual stare.
He loved the rich, red curls sparsely adorning the delightful glistening pout of her vagina, making her soft outer labia appear to stand out and swell even more. Her full, rounded hips curved elegantly out before sloping delectably in again. Her loins were solid white pillars of firm, loveliness, blending into a perfectly swollen, graceful pair of calves and trim, slender ankles.
The lovely redhead stared at Edwin Corey, her own brown eyes blazing with a combination of heady and delightful anticipation, and a certain amount of religious apprehension. Even with his shoes off he seemed so much taller than she. When he moved a little closer he saw how much richer her own hair was than the various wigs she had worn, and she, in turn, was able to see some of the gray hairs intermingling with the black hairs on his head.
"I'm not going to physically pressure you," he told her, "because that's the wrong thing to do with any woman. An atmosphere of total trust has to be built up between us, Susan. From all that you've told me, we both know what a cock can do to you once it's buried inside your cunt. Sure, you can lie down somewhere, and I can get on top of you, and I'd make you come, and then you would once again be filled with self-recriminations. You have to learn to accept climaxing as a natural part of living and not think of it as something terrible. You have to do more than merely allow me to fuck you."
"But I want you to fuck me," she interposed.
"You have to do more than merely want me to fuck you," he insisted. "Whether it be with me or any other man, you must have the understanding that an orgasm, no matter how achieved, is not only necessary, but pleasurable. It is not a sin as long as no one is hurt in the process. This is perhaps the most crucial moment you will ever have in a sexual relationship, because I'm going to allow you to back out, now. If you feel that what I'm going to ask you to do is too unorthodox, then put on your clothing and simply leave."
"How do I know what it is until you tell me?" she asked.
"You don't understand," he said to her. "Sex between two people who want it means the total trust of one for the other. No matter what I tell you to do, you have to be willing to do it, as long as it doesn't mean physical harm to either one of us."
Susan felt more afraid than ever, now. What horrible things was this man contemplating? Yet her body cried out to her for the need for orgasmic satisfaction. If she turned away from Edwin Corey, she would be turning away from any and every man.
"No," she finally told him, shaking her head slowly. "No, I'm not going to back out of this, no matter what, even though I know this is wickedness and sinful in the eyes of God."
"See what I mean," he said to her. "You keep thinking in terms of sin and being wicked. Wickedness is a state of mind, Susan. If you believe something is wicked, then it's wicked. If you believe it isn't, then it isn't. You have to learn to think for yourself and not allow yourself to be misguided by the thoughts of others. You must do more than allow your body to make love. You have to unlearn all the nonsense you have allowed yourself to learn."
"I'll try," was all she was able to reply.
"You'll do more than try if you wish me to make love to you. Yes, Susan, this is considered making love when it's between two people such as you and I who can readily feel a strong attachment to one another. It is not merely fucking. Now come over here," he said to her, motioning her to the large sofa in the living room against the left wall. "Sit!" he insisted, standing near her.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her head limply hanging, still inwardly feeling ashamed of the fact that she was so weak, she was surrendering to the needs of her body. It was as if she were a tool of all those little demons who continually danced around inside her skin.
"Susan, sweet Susan," the man softly whispered. "The time has come for you to think of the penis as something other than an instrument to invade your vagina. Yes, you think of it as an invader, and not as something delightful and pleasant. To begin with, it's time you made yourself acquainted with the penile organ, in this case my penile organ. I want you to look at it, to handle it, to fondle it."
"You mean you want me to hold it in my hands and caress it?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.
"It's a beginning," he nodded.
She sat on the sofa, momentarily unable to move, and the professor remained standing in front of her, waiting for her to unfreeze. The redheaded woman simply stared straight ahead until he reached down and removed her glasses, putting them on the coffee table.
Though she wanted it pushed into her vagina, it never occurred to Susan she would have to touch the organ with her hands. She found herself unable to lift her fingers and touch the throbbing turgidity. She merely sat there, afraid to make a move.
Finally, the professor reached down and took his hand and surrounded hers. He moved her palm against the extended length of his massive penis. At first, she tried pulling her hand away, but the professor gripped it very firmly in his own, carefully wrapping her slender fingers solidly around the length of his pulsating staff, keeping his own fingers tightly on top of hers.
Fear made the lovely redheaded woman's lower lip quiver, but the professor knew it was only a matter of time before the burning lust in her belly reached into her brain and made her want to do this. He knew women, knew them very well. He knew this particular woman, for all her hang-ups, was still capable of being made over into the kind of wanton female he enjoyed so much. He felt no qualms about making her over, because he knew, no matter what the future held, she would be better off in the long run, than stuck in the rut she was now in.
He had to admit he enjoyed the thrilling touch of her wrapped-around fingers, feeling the way they coolly, vibrantly, tightly clung to the fullness of his throbbing, pulsating cock. Hesitation at this point would be the worst possible thing. He had to permanently override the horrible fear that was still eating away at her in spite of the need she had for satisfaction. She was still a fairly young woman, passionate, filled with an inner vibrancy.
Sexual desire was already flaring up inside her seething body, gaining control of her to the point where it had brought her here, tonight. It was now up to the biology professor to build the searing lambent flame inside her into a full-blown upsweeping pyre. Just a little more patience was all he needed, and he was a very patient man.
"Come on, now," Corey softly whispered to her. "Run both hands over the organ, squeeze it, feel its inner solidity and outer smoothness. Feel it from top to bottom and get used to it."
The beautiful redheaded librarian trembled when he finally removed his hand from hers. She wanted to unwrap her fingers from around the thickness of his hard and throbbing penis. It felt white-hot
Her hand opened and released the pulsating organ, but she didn't take her hand away. She kept her fingers hovering over the instrument, and she saw him still standing there, not hurrying her. Her fingers were spread wide apart, and at this moment she felt confused, not really knowing what to do. When she had been with Izzie and the others, everything had been done by the men. She had been their instrument of pleasure; They had used her. This man wasn't trying to use her. She realized her body had control over her hand, wresting it from her brain, and her fingers remained, hovering over the length of penis.
The professor waited patiently during this entire time, and little by little Susan began gaining some sort of control over herself. Finally, of her own free will and accord, she reached a quivering hand out and touched the flaming staff of his cock. First she rested her fingers against the throbbing length, and then she eventually moved her hand so that her palm was rubbing it. She closed her fingers around it and slid her hand back and forth along the top of the heavy phallus, and finally, she slowly and carefully tightened her hold around what she thought of as the bole of a Sequoia tree. At last she was beginning to understand, hot as the throbbing penis was, it would not sear the flesh from her clutching hand.
"It's hotter than I thought," was all she was able to say.
"As hot as the interior of your vagina," he pointed out, "which is why you never really realized it, before."
Odd! When she had been under the spell of the aphrodisiac Izzie had given her, she had gripped not one, but two penises, one in each hand. She hadn't thought about either one of them at the time. Now, with this man, she felt so apprehensive. She realized it was because she -liked him. She'd had no feeling for those other men. Too, she had been under the influence of that drug Imzzie had given her. Right now, she was clear-headed.
For the first time in her life she studied the male penis. This one was different from all those others. The others all had red tops, varying shades of red, but red. This one had a purple tip. Each time she squeezed it, she saw the organ swell a little more and puff like an adder.
Softly, gently, very tenderly her stroking hand continued its caressing of the massive penis's bloated lavender point. She watched the slit leaking colorless ointment, and when it touched her hand she yanked her hand back for a moment as if her fingers had been touched by hydrochloric acid. After a few moments passed, the lovely redheaded librarian slowly put her hand out again, touching more of the fluid continually dripping from the pulsing tip, noting how sticky, and yet how slick and oily it all felt. Susan parted her fingers and noted how the fluid turned to sticky strings between them.
She found that as she stroked the penis, more and more fluid came out.
"I want it inside me, now," she said, looking up at him, suddenly realizing the heat in her had built to overpowering heights, totally beyond her control. She had to have a climax.
"That's something entirely up to you," Corey told her. "But I'm not going to put it into your vagina, at present."
"That's where I need it," he insisted, gasping.
"No!" he told her. 'That's where you learned you were capable of having an orgasm, and so you think that's where you need it. Actually, I can probe into any orifice in your body, and if I fuck there long enough, you're so acutely sensuous, you'll come."
"What are you trying to say?" she asked.
"I'm telling you, no matter where you get fucked, you're such a sexually endowed woman, you'll have an orgasm."
"I-I-I find that impossible to believe," she insisted.
"I'll prove it to you, but I'll need your cooperation."
"What must I do?" she asked. "See the drop of oil in the tip of my penis."
"Yes!"
"Lean forward, stick out your tongue, and lick it off."
"What?"
"Go ahead! You'll find it tasteless."
Absolutely not!" she insisted, sounding aghast at the mere suggestion of such a thing.
"Susan, stop being obstinate," Corey said. "Do it!"
Suddenly very much frightened, the beautiful redheaded woman leaned forward and sniffed at the droplet of fluid on the tip of his penis. Well, it had no smell to it.
Taking a deep breath, she allowed her tongue to reach out and let its tip barely touch the little droplet on the tip of his penis. For an istant she was afraid to snap her tongue back into her mouth, but when she finally did do it, she found no unpleasant taste.
She found herself smacking her lips, and then her tongue licked out again and snapped up the next droplet of oil. Still tasteless, and yet there was something about the substance that made her want to lick every little drop that now came seeping out.
"Now that you've taken the first step," Corey told her, "the rest should be much simpler." There's more?"
"Of course," he said. 'The whole object of this is to teach you, you're capable of climaxing in places other than your vagina. Now open your mouth, surround my cock with those lovely lips of yours, and suck it inside. I want you to push as much of it into your throat as possible. I know I'm long and thick, but if you totally relax the muscles in your throat, you'll be able to do it without choking."
"I can't do a thing like that," she insisted.
"You can, what's more you will, and without my forcing you. You see, there are nerve-endings in the throat which, when massaged properly, can cause you to climax, too. A penis is the one proper instrument for such a throat massage. What's more, if you suck long enough and hard enough, and I come, you'll find that swallowing the semen will enhance your orgasm all the more. This is a truth I'm telling you, Susan, and not something weird in order to make you do what you considered a perverted act. If I were to have the desire for what you call a perversion, I wouldn't have had to pick you up, tonight. I would have had my choice of ten or twelve other available women. I want more from you than mere cocksucking. I want you to do it with love, because if you do, you'll start to understand the meaning of true physical love, and only from such love can the kind of spiritual love you're looking for spring."
Susan trembled, but the fires in her body told her she needed satisfaction. Finally, she said, "I want you to make love to me the right way."
"Certainly," he told her. "Suppose you tell me what constitutes the 'right way.' "
"You know what I mean," she insisted.
"From what you told me, two different men have already put their mouths on your vagina, and you loved every bit of it. Is it wrong for you to put your mouth on a pan's penis? Cocksucking is not something you do to simply please a man. You do it to please yourself. After all, when I kiss a woman down there, I do it as much to make myself happy as to please her."
"Yes!" she nodded. "I can understand that."
"Believe me when I tell you, you'll enjoy the sucking as much as you enjoyed being lapped. Come now, I wish to feel the wonderfully soft imprint of those lovely lips of yours around my stiff cock. It's something that will do the both of us a lot of good. Come on, start sucking."
Perhaps, Susan reasoned to herself, he was telling the truth. Perhaps the only real sin was in the causing of pain and discomfort to someone else, as Izzie had done to her. All else was simply what one's mind wished to believe.
Granted she was more than a little terrified at the idea of doing what this man wanted. He was filling her with trepidation at the idea simply because when she came here with him it had never once occurred to her he would ask her to do such a thing. He wanted that huge, barber pole of his shoved all the way into her mouth, down her throat. But the recollection of Izzie's tongue, and the tongue of that giant, Ralph, working through her vagina made her body shudder and tingle.
Edwin Corey had been exceedingly patient until this moment. He had sworn he would never use physical violence, especially with a woman like this, but staring down at the wavering tip of his throbbing penis, so close to the woman's closed lips was driving him to distraction. If she didn't open that lovely mouth of hers soon, he'd start pulling on her lovely red hair.
He calmed himself and decided to try persuasion one more time, saying, "Just think of it as a stalk of sugar cane. Suck on it."
The lovely librarian stared at the thickly pointing penis, noting how it was aimed, straight as a javelin toward the closed aperture of her lovely mouth. She shuddered, not knowing if she was capable of doing such a thing. She leaned close to it, shuddering, then pulled away again, saying, "I can't, Edwin. I can't." It was the first time she had used his given name.
Corey's right hand cupped the back of the beautiful redhead's skull as he slowly forced her beautiful face toward the vibrating length of his throbbing penis.
"Come on, Susan," he said in a soft, calm voice. "Let's not waste any more time. I want you to start using that pretty little mouth of yours. I want you to start sucking so I can fire a load down your throat. After that, after you've had your first oral orgasm, we'll rest, and then we'll use what you feel are more conventional ways of bringing about your satisfaction. Believe me, after the first time, you'll come to love cocksucking so much, you'll never be able to make love again without doing it."
"Please!" she sobbed. "Don't, Edwin! Don't make me do it!"
Holding her lovely head a bit more firmly, the professor actually pulled her off the sofa, tugging her to her knees in front of him. Once again, Susan felt as if she were being degraded, forced to assume such a position.
Corey tugged her beautiful face closer to his throbbing phallus, and though she tried hard to turn her head in the hope of avoiding the oncoming knife of muscle streaking toward her clamped lips, she found it difficult. She did manage to turn her head just enough so that the tip of his penis hit against the left side of her lovely face, and the burning heat of it seemed to sting her cheek as its rich, masculine texture smoothed its way across her flesh. The thrilling scent coming from his groin made her tremble as she suddenly realized her mouth was watering in anticipation of doing this.
Realizing by now her continued resistance was futile, the lovely redheaded librarian stopped struggling. Some of his penile lubrication was still smearing itself along her cheek as the cock-head rubbed back and forth, back and forth, but for some reason she no longer felt uncomfortable. Knowing the fluid was tasteless helped make up her mind to accept the situation.
Susan's face was pressed solidly against the heated length of the man's throbbing cock, and the intense desire for satisfaction in her body suddenly erased all the fear inside her. The feel of the penis's silky flesh against her cheek as well as the stimulating scent rising from his groin was something she found more than a little arousing. Her fright was completely fading away. The very presence of the heavily throbbing masculine pike, its simply being there-its closeness no longer represented a threat to her. On the contrary, it was a comfort to her. A warm calm began spreading its way through her.
Slowly surrounding the length of the penis with her left hand, Susan used her right hand to remove the man's hand from the back of her head, then slowly, determinedly, she turned her face toward the tip of the organ while parting her pretty, cupid's bow lips, opening her mouth just enough to welcome in the great head of his large, swollen cock.
Corey waited until the lovely woman's mouth had opened wide enough before slowly, very slowly introducing the tip of his throbbing phallus inside. The slowness was partially out of consideration for her, but it was also to allow the man to observe the way she pursed her lips around the organ, continually sucking. Seeing what she was doing was just as important as feeling it, and the man wanted to enjoy the visual sensation just as much as the warm feeling of her smooth tongue as it warmly trickled along the length of his throbbing penile underside.
Once the swollen poker of solidly flaming flesh was lodged inside her lovely mouth, the librarian slowly closed her sweet, heart-shaped lips, tightly pursing them very solidly around the massive stiffness of the throbbing masculine wand. The meaty taste of the throbbing organ thrilled the wonderful taste-buds in her mouth, and much to her surprise she realized she was enjoying the taste of it immensely. Yes, she actually -liked it. The rich and delicious flavor of his masculine flesh pressing on her tongue was actually thrilling to her. Oh it was fantastic!
The more she sucked, the more she felt the inner beat of the heavy penis as it continued throbbing, and the more she enjoyed it. Yes, everything was exactly as Edwin Corey had said to would be. He wasn't a man like Izzie. He was teaching her to enjoy what she was doing rather than simply forcing her to please him. If she -liked the sucking, then how much more would she enjoy the finality of all this, when his hot seed came gushing into her throat. Lord! She knew she enjoyed the feeling of sperm spurting into her vagina. Was it so incredible to enjoy the same feeling in her pharynx?
Now she sucked harder, actually wanting to taste his sperm. She wanted it washing over her loving tongue, lining her cheeks, then dripping down her throat into her belly.
Once the heavily thick length of his pulsating peter was in the tightly sucking depths of her crushing, albeit tender mouth, Susan slowly but definitely closed her pursed lips around the rigidly pulsating phallus. She tightened her lips until they formed an unending pink ribbon, making it harder and harder for the man to shove his cock any deeper into her mouth. Her eyes glanced up and saw the lines in his face, and she realized he was undergoing an ecstatic agony, and knowing this thrilled her even more.
The instant the college professor felt Susan's pressuring lips solidly gripping the full length of his rigidly stiff cock, swallowing the entire lavender head and half the length of the meaty shank, Corey's eyes tightly closed and his head snapped back as a completely unintelligible gasp escaped from his mouth. He hurled his anxious hips solidly forward, sending more of his unbending penis into the tight circle of her sucking, slurping mouth. Her puckered lips formed a ring so tight, they seemed to be actually tearing off the outer layer of skin on his throbbing penis.
Corey was in joyous pain. This beautiful, stunning redheaded librarian, who had hidden her light under the proverbial bushel for so long, was revealing herself to him in all her glory, and she was everything he had ever hoped for. He had believed Elaine Carter to be the finest fellatrice he had ever encountered, but here was a woman who was unpracticed, who had never sucked a cock in her entire life, and she was proving to be far better than the best.
Susan was sucking as naturally as a baby calf pulling at its mother's udder. It was obvious she was still not yet used to what she was doing, for as Corey continued pushing his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth, she began making all kinds of strange guttural noises deep in the tunnel of her larynx, and she had to hastily swallow her own saliva to keep from gagging on it.
"Yes, my love!" the man heatedly whispered to her, reassuring her.
It was the first time Corey had referred to a woman as "my love," and he realized, he meant it. This was the woman for whom he had been waiting all these years. She was his soul mate, so perfectly attuned to him, she felt as he did, and understood as he did. He knew it would take time, because he was certain she, herself, had not yet realized how much they meant to one another. He would be patient with her.
"You're doing it perfectly," he continued. "You have a natural aptitude for it. You'll be the most wonderful cocksucker I've ever known." He wanted to say he wished to restrict her mouth to his cock and his alone, but he had no right to make such demands on her, yet. "Just keep that sweet and lovely mouth moving . . . use that tongue against the underside of my cock . . . aaaannnnhhhh . . . yesss wonderrrrfullll.. . ohhhhhh.. . yes.. . yes.. . yes . . . now suck.. . such hard.. . harrrrrd.. . uuuu-nnhhh. . . . "
The lovely redhead was thrilled to hear the effect her pursed lips and licking tongue were having on this man, and she began sucking very hard. Her lips began pulling on the solidly meaty shank of hardened muscle and flesh as if she actually expected to extract nourishment from it. Her mouth continued vibrantly moving forward and back, her flaming tongue licking lustily on the underside of his salaciously shuddering penis.
Her hands reached out and solidly gripped the man's hips. She held him steadily in place as her head began moving back and forth at greater and greater speed.
Each time Susan's pursed lips moved forward, she managed to take a little bit more of his throbbing penis into the depths of her mouth. Soon the thick head of the weighty phallic lance was pressing against the back of her throat, trying to force itself into her esophagus, and she remembered what Corey had said about completely relaxing her throat muscles. She found herself doing precisely as the man instructed, and after fighting back an initial urge to gag, pulled the weighty head deeper into her gullet, feeling it touch a strange new series of tantalizing nerve-endings never before pressured.
The lovely lady's pretty cheeks were bloated as she rammed her beautiful face all the way forward, feeling the tight, smooth roundness of his bullet-like cock-head sinking all the way into her clinging gullet. Where the penis had seemed too long and too thick before, now it seemed to be not long enough. She wanted to feel the heavy lance of flesh pressing into her belly.
Her working tongue suddenly leaped out, lapping this way and that, and with the tip of the organ she was able to lick the man's heavy brown, hair-covered sac of wrinkled scrotum. Soon she was pushing her beautiful face so far forward, her nose was squashed against his pelvis and her lower lip was able to tug in a good part of his scrotal sac.
Then her lovely head pulled back, her sucking mouth sliding along the entire length of his throbbing, pulsating penis, feeling it slip from her mouth for an instant as her tongue licked strongly around the sides and top of the throbbing organ. With her pretty head all the way back, the beautiful redhead was able to lap with her tongue at the tip of the man's throbbingly spongy glans, circling the ridge of the corona, teasing the little slit, lapping and licking with a natural ability even Corey had never suspected she possessed. She wrapped her slurping tongue tightly around the thickness of his glans, tugging on the organ, making the man gasp and sigh with lust.
Corey made a lot of noise, grunting and groaning, letting Susan know just how much he was enjoying all the wonderfully thrilling things her mouth was doing to him. It was as if her tongue was actually delving into the slit in his penis, sinking inside his urethra, and through that thick tube was reaching into his testicles, tickling the balls from the inside.
Susan, for some unaccountable reason, felt very proud of herself, realizing she was able to make this particular man react so. It seemed important to please him, more important than anything else in her entire life. Once again her licking tongue lapped the ridge of his onion-topped phallus, and then she used her pursed lips to surround the tip and pull on it until he thought the corona and glans were being yanked from the rest of his cock.
"Ohhhhh.. . hhhhaamuuuunnnngggghhhh!"he gasped. "You are unbelievably fantastic," he told her. "I've never felt another mouth in the whole world like yours, and I don't know if, after this, I ever want to feel another mouth. My God! You have to be the absolute ultimate cocksucker!"
His continued words of constant encouragement made the beautiful Susan suck faster and harder, inwardly very exuberant as she continued thrilling to the wonderful taste of him. She was delightedly overjoyed, knowing she was able to please him so thoroughly and completely. Her dread of fellatio had totally disappeared, and her lovely head continued bobbing up and down, up and down, moving speedily in time to the rhythm set by the slurping of her twining tongue. She allowed her tiny lingual digit to slither and unslither itself around the man's hardened phallic spire, and the pink organ pressed itself strongly against the underside of his flamingly rigid penis. This caused her upper teeth to very lightly press against the top of the extremely sensitive purple dome.
In almost no time, the sucking librarian had gone from an extremely naive woman who knew nothing about sex at all save for the need for an orgasm, to an expertly trained, penis-eating cocksucker of the first magnitude. Now her lovely lips moved back and forth along the entire length of the man's throbbing cock with what seemed like a certain practiced ease. Her lips sucked on the full length of the heavy organ as it plunged into her mouth repeatedly, each time burying itself in the clutching depths of her throat.
The lovely redhead's oral orifice had suddenly become a powerful, sucking, strongly leeching, mightily pulling vacuum. Her mouth was not merely tugging on the entire length of his uncontrolled cock, but was now sucking in his testicles, as well.
Corey felt thrillingly tingling static electricity shooting through his throbbing testicles, vibrantly shocking him again and again as she continued to engulf the entire scrotum sac each time her beautiful face pushed forward and gobbled down the length of his pulsating cock. His testicles tingled as if lightning had charged through them, shocking him again and again as she engulfed him. Heavy seed in his balls prepared to unleash itself.
The professor was pumping madly into her mouth again and again, forcing his heavy penis deeper and deeper into her narrow throat as if trying to reach for something inside her. Susan began gripping his hips more tightly to keep him from wildly jerking around as his steamy cock pumped itself in and out of her tightly sucking mouth.
Strange, delightful sensations were starting to shoot through the lovely librarian. She realized her vagina was soaking wet. It was unleashing a flood of dribbling pussy oils. She was aware of the flow spurting all over her knees and thighs, and that was when she realized the penis, reaching into the back of her throat, was doing things normally done in her vagina. She was all set to have an orgasm, only it was beginning in the depths of her gullet, and from there it was reaching into her vagina.
"AAAAUUUUCCCC . . . HHHHRR RRKKKK . . . GGGGNN NNKKKK . . . AAAARR RRCCC-HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . LLLLUUUU-CCCCHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" she gasped and squawked as the heavy penis crammed itself down her throat again and again.
Her aching body was now completely beyond her own control as she began violently spasming, coming like crazy. She knew if she lost the least little bit of the man's throbbing cock now, it would take the edge off her orgasm. So she crammed her lovely face even more tightly against his groin as she bounced up and down on the floor, on her knees.
Corey's hands were tightly gripping the back of Susan's head. His own mouth widely gaped, looking as if he expected to yell at any moment. The speed with which his thrusting loins moved back and forth let the lovely Susan know he was about to fire, and she was anxious for it. She had to drink that seed.
The lava boiled through the length of his lunging cock, flooding toward the tiny opening in the head of his stiffly pulsing penis. The professor tensed his body, stiffening until all of him was as taut as his pulsating penis. Then he let out a loud yell that was muffled by the soundproofed walls of the apartment.
"AAAAHHHHGGGGRRRR . . . UUUUNNNN-GGGGHHHH . . . HHHHUUUURRRRGGGG-HHHHAAAANNNNGGGHHHH . . . YYYEE EE-AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!"
He gagged wildly as his thrusting penis enlarged, pulsated, and then began unleasing great gouts of pure white semen into the luscious redhead's eagerly accepting throat.
Susan sucked, pulling all of it into her belly. Her mouth clung tightly to the throbbing penis, pulling, pulling, pulling.
Her mouth continued sucking the heated length of muscular meat, feeling the contents of his balls falling into the empty pit of her stomach, the food in there having departed for her small intestine some minutes earlier. Her tongue swathed itself across the length of his shrinking penis again and again.
Slowly the prick began shrinking in her mouth, as all penises did when they emptied themselves. She continued sucking on it, pulling it with her lips, slurping the length of it with her tongue, and when it was shriveled to nothingness, she licked it all over, then lapped his balls, as well.
"I never thought I would learn to love something as depraved as this," Susan told him, lifting her mouth from his cock.
"Maybe it isn't depraved," Corey said to her. "Depravity, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder, don't you think?"
Susan shrugged. She was learning to reevaluate life. She still wasn't sure just who was right and who was wrong, but she did know she would never be able to return to being the person she had been before Izzie had tricked her into all this.
The redheaded librarian was taken by surprise when the man pulled her to her feet, then sat her on the sofa beside himself as he kissed her on the mouth, tasting himself in her oral cave. She ought to have been disgusted, but she wasn't. On the contrary, she liked the idea that he was willing to kiss her after she did this. She liked Edwin Corey, and she feared she might come to like him too much. There was still so much to think about; so much. "Let's rest," he told her, "and then we'll fuck!"