Curt McCrea was becoming increasingly more frustrated in the introspective, bookish world in which he almost exclusively resided.
The conscientious twenty-three-year-old was a dedicated law student beset by the pressures of following the distinguished tradition set forth by his prominent lawyer father Curt McCrea Senior, who was urging his son onward to do his level best so that he might later earn a place in his father's prestigious law firm.
When Curt Junior comes home from the Virginia law school he attends for a semester end vacation break, the frustrations that have been dwelling within him and ever so quietly but unmistakably growing inside him, surface more conspicuously than before. Young Curt craves to experience life in the real world and identify with something other than his law books, classroom endeavors and the inside of libraries.
The most crying need of all that craves expression by Curt is that of sex. He longs to let himself go, but yet there is a fear within him to adopt the kind of daring procedure he dreams of since he has been out of touch for so long with anything "other than the academic world.
Eventually Curt McCrea reaches what at least in part would have to be termed a breaking point. Despite the fears and inhibitions that impede him from venturing forward in the kind of boldly aggressive manner in which he would like to proceed, he finds that his fears leave him and he can become assertive and dominant when he resorts to spanking. There is something both exciting and momentous about the act of reaching out and spanking the shapely, well-rounded buttocks of a beautiful young woman that brings the daring beast out of him unlike anything else he had previously experienced in his life.
Once that Curt resorts to spanking he succeeds in breaking down the inhibitions of the women on the receiving end of his painful assaults. He becomes truly dominant and enjoys his new station enormously.
The stark realism of this novel depicts what happens when a young man torn by frustration and sexual deprivation turns into a raging sensual lion with the enactment of one fetishist act.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The longer that Curt McCrea thought about it, the greater that his frustration became.
He wondered how it was that some of his buddies had managed to have practically all of the fun wherein attention from females was concerned, whereas others, like himself, seemed to get left at the post. Actually, in thinking things through, he had to concede that he had just had a string of bad luck. A tall, well-built young man of twenty-three with dark brown hair, he was what one could call handsome. Despite the fact that many of his buddies at school were considerably less handsome and well endowed than himself, they managed to achieve a good deal more in the way of sexual conquests mainly because he had been so conscientious in pursuing his studies. For one thing, he was just starting his second year of law school at a college in Virginia and was having to devote his attentions primarily to the law, which, he was constantly being reminded by his instructors, "was a jealous mistress."
The more he thought about the law being a jealous mistress, the more fed up he would become at times. As of late he had even taken to fantasizing a good deal, thinking about the one girl friend he'd had who'd meant something to him during his senior year of college as an undergraduate. But after they had broken up, it was back to the routine for him, not that he had ever totally abandoned it. As a matter of fact, that was one of the things that had prompted his girl friend to break up with him. She thought that he should devote more attention to her and when she reminded him that there were scores of other young men who were more than willing to do so, he once in a fit of anger told her to go ahead and find such men. She quickly went out and proved her point, much to his dismay, after which the relationship terminated.
But now here he was, in the Los Angeles home of his parents for a semester break and he was in such a maudlin frame of mind that he was in the process of finished off almost an entire fifth of his father's best Scotch. McCrea's father, Curt Senior, was a top lawyer in a prestigious Los Angeles firm dealing in tax law. He and Curt's mother belonged to many of the finest country clubs and were constantly involved in charity work as well. They were two of the more prominent fixtures of upper echelon Southern California society and from the time that he was a young boy Curt Senior was constantly telling his son that he had to toe the mark if he ever intended to make it to the same high realm that his father occupied. So for a good many years young Curt was chasing a rainbow and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he grew over the fact that he was spending too much time rainbow chasing and not enough time enjoying himself.
As he grew more drunk and depressed, he could hear sounds coming from his sister Barbara's room. He couldn't help but observe just how dramatically Barbara had changed this time around. Her breasts, which had been small and girlish, had attained a well-rounded firmness during the period of time he had been away. In addition, her legs had seemingly grown longer and had tapered out more beautifully. Not all that long ago she had been in the adolescent gawky stage, but now she was totally removed from it, a fixture of searing young womanhood. She possessed a flowing mane of long, scintillating red hair which also looked impressive. She was very definitely an exquisite-looking young woman and whether Barbara was his sister or not, Curt could not help but take notice.
He kept listening to the loud rock sounds coming from her bedroom. He wondered just what his sister was doing. Ostensibly she was studying, but he knew fully well that she couldn't concentrate on anything with such loud sounds interfering with her span of concentration.
Mr. and Mrs. McCrea were out at a dinner party being given by one of his father's more prestigious corporate legal clients. All Curt seemingly wanted to do was just sit there and drink, that is, up until the time that the rock sounds started to enhance his curiosity. He kept thinking about his gorgeous sister and now he was determined to go up and see her.
As he finished climbing the stairs leading to her second-floor bedroom, he noticed that the door had been left slightly ajar. Rather than knock at the door and ask for permission to enter, he instead decided to just peek through the crack in the door and see what his sister was doing.
His heart immediately began to palpitate with surging waves of sensual rapidity as he saw young Barbara standing in the middle of her bedroom wearing nothing more than a pair of silky white bikini panties and a matching brassiere. She was, in place of studying, grinding her hips and buttocks sensuously to the sounds of the rock music emanating from her stereo system. Her books were discarded in a far corner of the room, no more than an afterthought at this moment in time.
He watched the way that Barbara's strands of fiery red hair danced and flailed as her sensuous body glided to every sound of the stereo. He observed the well-rounded proportions of her sensuously firm ass cheeks, which fitted ever so commendably into her panties.
She was barefooted and he examined every provocative curve in her thighs and ankles. Yes, he concluded, her legs had tapered beautifully and now here he was, standing there peeking through a crack in the door, admiring his own sister. As a matter of fact, his cock was brushing ever so nervously inside of his trousers. He looked down at the stiffness of his roaring man meat, so visible against the outline of his trousers and wondered if he had the nerve to try what he was thinking. All he could think of at that moment was just how gorgeous his sexy young sister was. He was quite confident that, given her beautiful body and her friendly disposition, she had plenty of admirers in school. The only way that she could still possess her virginity was if she actively discouraged all of her pursuers and he doubted that very much. The only question was whether he would summon forth the requisite degree of nerve and daring to try and make it with her. He kept thinking about how long he had been playing it safe. Just recalling how his father had time and again drummed it into his head about how important it was to be a big man in society and follow in his footsteps left him cold at that point. As a matter of fact, it disgusted the hell out of him. He didn't need to hear anything like that again. The one thing that he was concerned about was enjoying some satisfying sex and if he could get it from his own sister, then why the hell shouldn't he make the effort?
He quickly pushed the door open with his right hand, noticing that his fingers and hands were trembling greatly. He also observed that his heart was palpitating even more savagely than before as he stepped inside of the room and smiled broadly, licking his lips as his gorgeous, red-haired sister continued to grind her sensuous body in a rhythmic, concentric fashion. Once more he watched the rotating buttocks and then, finally, his eyes fastened appreciatively on the firm, voluptuous lines of her sensuous breasts, which jiggled as she twisted her ass cheeks.
"What a body," he exclaimed.
"Curt, what are you doing here?" Barbara shrieked with astonishment.
"I just decided I'd watch you dance," he laughed.
"I'm just getting some steps ready for the sock hop we're having at school next Friday," she said, brushing her hair back with embarrassment, then walking over toward the stereo and turning it off.
"You don't have to be embarrassed or frustrated around me," Curt smiled sitting down on the edge of the bed, noticing once again the huge bulge in his trousers and wondering if his beautiful, often perceptive young sister had also observed the phenomenon.
"Curt, I know you're a good brother and I know we've always been close and all that, but I do wish you'd get out of my room," Barbara said self-consciously. "Obviously this dance wasn't being put on for public consumption."
Curt burst into loud laughter.
"You've spent so much time around dad that you're starting to talk like him," he chuckled. "I get sick and tired of all this formalistic legal gibberish. This legal bull-shit. Hell, who needs this crap?"
Once again he started laughing, this time scratching his head. He threw his body backward, stretching out on top of the bed as he kicked his legs forward.
"You're drunk," she said. "How can you say such awful things about father?"
"I'm just saying that he can often act like a real fuddy-dud. I didn't realize it until now. I mean, what the hell, how much of this crap is a guy supposed to take? All this devotion to duty and all. After awhile it starts to wear thin."
"That's a lousy attitude for somebody who stands to get a coveted position in the law firm. I mean, Curt, there are so many guys coming out of law schools now who would qualify. You're so fortunate, having a father who's one of the top lawyers in town."
"So I've been told about fifty thousand times," Curt suddenly burped. "Hell, right now I could care less. All I can think of is what a gorgeous bod you've got, sis. I'm really impressed."
"Thank you, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about me in such a cheap way."
"Ah, let's can the bullshit," he laughed loudly. "I suppose these guys at school aren't noticing what I'm noticing and aren't talking about what I'm talking about. Are you gonna tell me that? Hell, no, you're not gonna tell me that, because you know that I'm not so dumb I'm gonna swallow that kind of nonsense."
"Let's just stop talking about all this," she shook her head defensively. He watched the suddenly troubled expression surface in her soft blue eyes. "Please, Curt, I know you've had something to drink and I know that you've been under an awful lot of tension at law school and all lately. So I don't hold any of this against you. Please, just leave the room right now. Let's talk some other time."
"You're not gonna shake me that easy," Curt growled.
His eyes suddenly narrowed as he jumped up from the bed and moved toward her.
"Curt, come on, don't be so angry," Barbara said. "Remember, I am your sister."
"I'm well aware of that," he said, "but I'm also aware of something else. I've got my physical needs just like anybody else. Just looking at you and staring at those gorgeous tits and those fantastic legs. Damned, if that's not enough to drive me nuts, I don't know what is."
"But I am your sister," she reminded him, a frightened expression surfacing across her entire face."
"What the hell does that have to do with it?" he grunted. "Or, maybe I should say, what the hell difference does it have to make? It doesn't have to make a damned bit of difference if we don't want it to."
Even though Barbara felt frightening panic spreading throughout her whole body, she couldn't help but notice how her heart was fluttering. There was an undefinable flip-flopping sensation tumbling in her stomach, which was riddled with butterflies. As he moved closer to her, she could also observe the huge bulge in his trousers and that prompted her to become more nervous than ever.
"Curt, don't do anything that you'll later regret, or that would make either one of us feel foolish," she said fearfully.
"Let's knock off all this talk," he said. "You ain't a virgin, are you?"
"Curt, that's a personal question," she began to sob as tears welled suddenly in her eyes.
"I just asked you if you were a virgin," he grinned crookedly. "Hell, that's not a tough question to answer. Just yes or no. Have you ever been humped?"
"You're making me sound like a filthy whore," Barbara sobbed as the salty tears started to pour down her cheeks. "Please, Curt, please, leave me alone. Don't do anything more foolish than what you already have. We can forget about all this. Tomorrow after you've sobered up everything will be fine."
"Listen, I might have been drinking some of dad's precious imported whiskey, but I haven't had so much that I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I resent you treating me like I'm some kind of drunk who's acting the way that I am just because I've had too much to drink. That ain't it at all. I'm acting the way that I am because I'm turned on. I happen to be turned on by this sexy little red-haired siren who's standing here looking so delectable in her panties and brassiere. That's what I'm turned on by. Nothing else. As a matter of fact, right now I've got a one-track mind on the subject."
"Please, Curt. My head's spinning. I've always had so much respect for you. Don't do this to me."
"Answer me. I want an honest answer to this question. You have been humped, haven't you? Nothing wrong with that. Hell, you're so gorgeous that I know every guy in that damned school would be after you. So there's nothing wrong with it. You wouldn't hear me complaining."
"So I have fooled around with some guys from school," she sobbed. "But I haven't overdone it like some of the girls at school and I've never been pregnant."
"This isn't a damned confessional," he growled angrily. "I just wanted to prove a point, that's all."
With that he quickly narrowed the distance between them until he was standing only inches removed from a trembling Barbara. She could feel his hot breath on her as he reached out with both hands, shoving her quickly backward until she landed with a lurid plop on the bed. Just hearing her gasp with astonishment as she fell on top of the bed caused his cock to harden even more as he anticipated some wild and glorious sex from his beautiful sister.
She felt helpless as she lay there trembling on the bed, watching as her brother immediately threw his body downward on top of hers.
"Ohhh, please, leave me alone, oh, no," she sobbed.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back, preventing her from lifting her body upward from the bed.
"No, you don't, little sister, Barbara," he grinned sadistically. "If you can be humped by somebody else, you can certainly do something to relieve your hard-working, frustrated brother's horny condition. Just peering at those damned law books day and night. If that isn't enough to drive a guy out of his gourd, I don't know what the hell else is."
She struggled hard to break his grip, her warm, flowing white tits rising and falling as her chest heaved with tearful sobs.
"Oh, please, Curt, don't do anything to me," she begged. "Oh, please, leave me alone."
A cruel laugh rolled from his throat.
"I'm gonna just show you some fun," he said. "As a matter of fact, I'll bet that I'm a lot better at this type of thing than these young kids you've gone to bed with. Just give me a chance and I'll show you."
His trembling, excited fingers reached down and made a tug in the direction of her brassiere straps. He listened to the popping sounds of the straps falling free, then heaved a loud, deep sigh as he watched the firm, white flesh pop out of its previous confinement as the brassiere toppled to the floor.
"What a set of bazooms," he gulped. "Hell, you'd do more than drive the guys at school crazy. You'd drive every male teacher out of his mind. I'll bet they've thought of fucking you time and again.''
"You're making me sound so cheap."
"The hell I am. I'm just making you sound like what you are, a damned desirable piece of ass and there's nothing wrong with that."
Barbara began to wriggle her hips, trying to prevent her brother from humiliating her further. But Curt remained undaunted as he reached down and made a grab for her panties. His fingers quickly found the elastic waistband and now her buttocks and hips started to twist in spontaneous protest.
"This is disgusting, Curt," she shouted in a tearful voice. "Please, oh, stop, stop right now."
"Just shut your fucking mouth," he growled. I'm getting sick and tired of all of this protesting."
He removed his hands from her breasts, then reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. Her eyes widened in shock at the appearance of his thick, sturdy staff as it popped free in all of its blue-veined, meaty splendor.
"Just have a look at this prick," he grinned, moving his fingers up and down the bulging surface of his swollen, erect member several times.
She watched with increasing terror as he began to impatiently remove his shirt and trousers. Before long she was watching him slide his shorts down his legs, after which he stepped out of them and revealed his entire muscular body in its nude rigidity. Once more his fingers reached down and started to massage the firm base of his rubbery, bulbous shaft.
"Oh, damned, am I ever proud of my cock," he said, "and you're gonna be damned proud that you were fucked by me."
She watched as he heaved a deep sigh. Barbara braced herself as her brother promptly threw himself across her chest like a wrestler attempting to pin his opponent. His mouth fastened hungrily over her left breast. She immediately felt the warm, moist coupling as his lips closed over her ruby node, which was becoming increasingly hard. His rapacious mouth hungrily tantalized the sensitive, crinkly pink nipple and as the sucking sounds emanated from it her warm, voluptuous breast was vacuumed in between his lips.
As the panic-stricken turbulence in her stomach began to disappear, Barbara suddenly started to experience a new sensation. It began in her throbbing breasts and rippled along her stomach and into her now-sensitive pink pussy. A strange tickling feeling titillated her cunt and suddenly she noticed a dampness beginning to surface in the form of oozing erogenous juices.
Her brother clamped his hand over her moist, sensation-laden twat. His lascivious massage evoked a stronger excitation in her warm loins. Her cunt juices started to flow faster.
"This is where it's at," he laughed. "Oh, yes, ahhh, my little sister is quite a girl."
CHAPTER TWO
Curt moved his finger along her warm, sensitized slit, stimulating the pinkish red folds of aroused flesh.
The excited brother's stroking finger moved upward toward the tiny budding node of her electrified clitoris. Just touching her clitoris sent an electric spark bursting inside of Barbara. She couldn't help but thrill to the contact, even though she also felt a simultaneous wave of revulsion over the fact that her brother was humiliating her in such a fashion.
Yes, the beautiful young redhead wanted to protest this violation of her body and she knew fully well that it wasn't right at all. But somehow her brother's erotic play was just far too exciting. It seemed to release any barriers to her inhibitions or conscience. It was thrilling her beyond belief and she wanted to enjoy it.
A soft moan of joyful rapture rolled from Barbara's sensuous red lips as Curt continued to drive his flinging tongue against her warm left tit while he simultaneously teased her clitoris.
The sensuous redhead's pussy was saturated with the induced cuntal fluids. The friction on her clitoris started a bonfire of passion throughout the entire surface of her crotch. She could feel the heat penetrating her pores as the erogenous sensations grew more and more torrid.
"Ohhh, ohhh," she couldn't help but moan ecstatically.
"Yeah, I knew you'd love it," he laughed.
Curt's strumming fingers continued to maul her sensitive clitoris with tantalizing friction and all the while his beautiful victim felt a rushing exhilaration accelerating inside of her stomach.
The speedy sensations reached a high point and shot back toward her infatuated mound as she wriggled her hips, grinding her ass against the mattress, trying to shake free of the intense erotic exhilaration that swept throughout her whole body.
Her supercharged body started to convulse in the throes of the violent impending orgasmic explosion. She heaved several loud, seething gasps as he continued to manipulate his fingers against the electrified node of her seething clitoris.
"Ohhh, ooooh, ahhh, I'm so excited," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, I can't take it anymore. Oooooh, ahhh, I'm gonna shoot. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting."
Her face became flushed with sudden redness and her eyes rolled as the infatuated Barbara moved her pelvis in awkward coital thrusts as the orgasmic throbbing was released in the form of a thick, profuse stream of feminine love goo.
A few seconds later he removed his mouth from her now saliva-ridden breasts. His tongue had swiftly alternated between one breast and the other. She felt the thick moisture of his saliva cooling on her ripe melon as he looked down at her and grinned.
"You loved it," he said. "That cunt of yours was just loaded with jizz."
"Please, let's just not go any further," she warned.
"Hell, with a hard-on like this?" he grinned.
Once more his fingers reached down and ever so pridefully stroked against the smooth, rubbery base of his steaming phallus.
"With a hard-on like this, you can be damned sure I'm not gonna call things off," he said. "As a matter of fact, I get the feeling that we're just getting started."
"Oh, no, please, let's not do anymore," she started to sob once again, her entire body trembling fearfully. "I am your sister. Oh, I'm so scared of something like this. It's terrible, Curt, please, don't do anymore. We've done enough. It's time to stop. It really is. Time to stop right now."
"I'll tell you who's gonna stop," he growled with impatience. "You're gonna stop. I'm sick and tired of hearing all this bawling, because I want the balling type of balling. You get me?"
"Please, Curt, let's stop now."
"You're gonna stop. You're damned well gonna stop."
Angrily Curt reached out with both hands and delivered them solidly to the fleshy warmth of his sister's buttocks. She let out a shriek which indicated more surprise than actual pain when he made his first impactful contact.
"Hey, that feels pretty good," he laughed. "Maybe that's just what you need. You need to be spanked. You're still a little girl. I mean, in everything but the way that you're built. Seventeen years old. That's pretty damned young. Yeah, you need a little discipline. You need to get spanked."
Just the thought of spanking his beautiful sister's warm, voluptuous behind once more prompted his steaming cock to harden with ever-accelerating desire. He looked down at his leathery balls, which seemed to expand that much more noticeably as he conceived of some additional slapping sensations with his hands being directed against the fleshy, flouncing buttocks of his gorgeous young-sister.
"Please, don't do that again," Barbara looked up at him with fear.
"Of course I am," he laughed robustly. "I'm gonna spank your beautiful behind. It's loads of fun. I love spanking your hot buns. Oh, am I ever gonna do a job on your ass. Ohhh, do I ever love it."
Once more he took dead aim with both hands, allowing them to make sharp, penetrating contact with her flowing ass cheeks. Waves of excitement surged through Curt's whole body as he observed them reddening under the solid impact that he directed with his hands.
"Damned, I like the loud crackling sounds," he chuckled.
As she began to sob once more, Curt started to direct his hands with frenzied desire toward her flaming buttocks. Time and again he made sharp, rigid contact as flesh popped against flesh. He noticed the manner in which his heart started to accelerate as he slapped time and again with both hands, listening all the while to the loud, shrieking sounds that emanated from Barbara.
"You need discipline," he said. "I'll straighten you out. You're damned right I will. A little bitch like you needs to have her ass cheeks slapped. Ohhh, what sensations. I love hearing those loud, crackling sounds. Ooooh, it's beautiful, flesh popping against flesh. Ohhh, how I love it."
CHAPTER THREE
A fine mist of perspiration started to surface on Curt's forehead as he smiled broadly and continued to exercise both hands, letting them pump forward as they made steady contact with his sister's flailing buttocks.
There was something about the discipline process of spanking his beautiful sister's shapely buttocks that caused his whole body to quiver with wild anticipation. Several times he had to ease up on his slapping movements since he would otherwise have orgasmed. But through it all he maintained a fairly rapid pace, briskly allowing his hands to slap against the firm protuberances of Barbara's shapely buttocks. He loved watching the reddening process that was taking place as her skin became raw from steady contact with his hands.
"Oh, I'm really teaching you now," he laughed. "I'm spanking you just like I was your daddy. Oh, damned, this is fun."
"Ohhh, ohhh, please stop," Barbara sobbed. "You're really hurting me."
"I'm just stinging that beautiful behind a little," Curt laughed. "Nothing wrong in that. Oh, damned, am I excited."
Curt did not bring his spanking movements to a halt until his balls became so bloated with lust that the tempestuous juices were about to explode from the firm, rubbery tip of his shaft. And he brought his activity to a sudden halt and jumped up from the bed.
"What are you gonna do now?" Barbara asked in a state of acute frustration.
"I'll be back in a second," he told her.
Curt returned to his room momentarily: He reached into his traveling bag and pulled out a rubber, which he had kept there for emergency purposes, just in case the right occasion happened to surface. Now that it was definitely there, he picked up the rubber and grinned, his steaming cock excited by the prospect of fucking his gorgeous sister. After that, on his way back to her bedroom he stopped long enough to secure a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom along with a heavy towel. By the time that he reappeared in Barbara's bedroom, a broad, all-conquering smile had spread itself across his entire face.
"What's that for?" Barbara asked in a voice quivering with fear.
She actually had a pretty good idea of what her brother was about to do, but somehow she felt compelled to ask. As a matter of fact, despite her fear, there was something exciting about this whole strange series of events, even the tremendous slapping that her ass cheeks had been subjected to by Curt. He was dominating her in a way that none of the young guys at school were able to do. For one thing, she recognized that he was about six years older than most of them and that gave him an advantage in maturity. He was not overwhelmed by her beauty in the manner in which the guys at school were. They were inclined to put her on a pedestal, so much so that they were starry eyed at the very prospect of engaging in intimate sexual acts with Barbara. She was aware of the fact that Curt was also overwhelmed, but in a different manner. Whereas the others had put her on a pedestal, Curt was regarding her more on the order of his own private whore and he became immersed in a tempestuous sea of swirling passions that knew no bounds.
Curt heaved a sigh, then shoved and doubled over the towel under her sveltely commodious hips.
"I don't want to take any chances," he explained.
"On what?"
"I'm wondering if a guy ass fucked you all the way," he grinned. "You seem awfully fearful. I mean, level with me. It's one thing for you to have played around with a few guys, but it's something else to lose your virginity."
"I'm embarrassed to talk about this," her chin dropped and some more tears began to surface in her already misty eyes.
"Come on now. I'll find out sooner or later anyway."
"You mean you're going to?" her voice trailed off and fear spread itself across her expressive face.
"I think you're answering for me," he said. "Yes, you are still a virgin."
"I am, I've given in a little, but not that much. Several of the guys tried, but I always called them off before they could do it. I did it because I was scared. I'm more scared now than I even was then. I'm afraid you're gonna hurt me and hurt me bad."
"Your cherry's got to be busted some time," Curt grinned, "and we might as well keep the whole process in the family while we're at it."
"For a guy who can be a nice brother some of the time, you sure can be a son-of-a-bitch," she said.
"How do your ass cheeks feel?" he asked grinningly.
"They hurt."
"Okay, if you don't want any more quick disciplining, you'd better just shut your fucking little mouth and let me do things my way."
Derisive laughter exploded from Curt's throat. His young sister flinched, her whole body overwhelmed with fear over the prospect of his long, sturdy cock sliding its way inside of her.
"I'm just gonna fuck you," he explained calmly. "I'm gonna bust your cherry. Hell, there'll be a little blood, there'll be a little pain, but more importantly, there's gonna be lots of thrills. Loads upon loads upon loads of thrills."
Her eyes began to follow his movements with great interest as Curt performed the ritual of putting on his prophylactic.
"I just don't want a baby," she sobbed. "Just understand that. After all, you are my brother."
"You stupid little cunt," he laughed. "Hell, I'm putting on a rubber and you're not gonna be knocked up. This is protection."
"Of course, how silly of me," she shook her head. "You are putting it on, aren't you?"
"Of course I am."
Even though she was certainly well informed enough to recognize that the application of the rubber would prevent any pregnancy, she had been so confused that she could scarcely even keep her head screwed on correctly. Her whole head had been swirling when she'd watched him apply the rubber and it hardly even dawned on her just exactly what he was doing at that moment. She was just too far gone in a state of excitement and confusion. And through it all that strange little tremoring sensation in her stomach that she had had before he caused her orgasm with his fingers once again surfaced.
She watched as Curt stuck two fingers into the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a generous supply. After coating his sheathed, rubbery prick, he wiped the residue ever so slowly inside of Barbara's already moist pink twat.
"It'll only hurt for a little while, so don't get panicky," he warned her laughingly. "Oh, damned, you're gonna love being fucked by me. I'm a great fuck. You're gonna see just how good."
"You sure seem to have a lot of confidence in yourself, Curt."
"Oh, yes, I really do. Particularly with my beautiful sister."
Ever so slowly, Curt moved his body between her nakedly splayed, firm, white thighs. Holding his cock ever so tightly near its firm, rigid base, he guided his encased hard-on ever so slowly between her moist, quivering pussy lips.
Her eyes and mouth suddenly widened as the impending defloration was about to take place. It was a strange thing, but right up until the time that he actually took dead aim and began pushing his firmly rigid phallus toward her, she had thought that he would change his mind. It was as if he was doing nothing but putting her on, but would not actually reach the point at which he would slam his stiff, sturdy pole inside of her quivering vagina. Now it was evident to her that he would.
Propelling his hard, rigid body forward, he shoved his stinging, greasy cock past her vulva. His mammoth cock head reached the tissue membrane of her hymen and then the hardened tip pressed solidly into her cherry.
A steady pressure was solidly exerted on the entrance to her vagina and fear of what was to follow prompted her to become suddenly delirious.
"Quiet down," he complained angrily. "I haven't even busted you're damned cherry yet."
With steady assertiveness, Curt maintained his slow, purposeful pressure as he pushed his stiff penis ever so meticulously with increasing depth into the innermost surface of her wet, enticing twat. Even though she was as scared as hell, there were still strange, exotic sensations that were rippling through the young woman's entire body.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, ahhh," she began to suddenly scream in pain as the stiffly intruding cock started to rip against her sensitive virgin hole. It felt like a scab being ripped off a wound and for a brief moment, Barbara's hymen repelled his stiffly intruding penis attack. But Curt remained undaunted, constantly moving forward as his pistoning prick impaled her flushing pussy lips. She felt his stinging dagger buried deep inside of her violated mound and then there was a dull burning pain and a throbbing heat within her steaming cuntal flesh surrounding his imbedded shaft.
Yes, she was well aware of the warm, heavy moisture in her quim. That must be the blood, she thought and suddenly she began to feel very dirty about what was happening. Not only was she losing her virginity, but it was happening with her own brother. If only her father, with his staid, Victorian puritanical morals and her mother, who was perhaps even more conservative than her father, had known what was happening to her they would have disowned her. Just the thought of them ever finding out caused her to reek with fear. It even made Barbara less consciousness momentarily of searing waves of pain that were circulating throughout her body.
The determined Curt remained on top of his beautiful sister, enjoying the wildly lascivious sensations of fucking her virgin cunt. The vaginal flesh fitted in a tight grip around his eagerly encircling cock as his body kept pistoning back and forth and he wiggled his buttocks with fervent desire.
Beautiful Barbara found herself becoming increasingly accustomed to the presence of his stiff, decisive dagger inside of her wetly enticed mound. Even though one side of her felt terrible about the whole thing and she couldn't help in some respects feeling like a common whore, the thrills of the wild, inexplicable sensations that were surging through her finally caused her to think less and less about guilt and more and more about the wanton sensations that were overwhelming her. She ignored the dull aching throb, concentrating on the lustful intoxication that was overcoming her entire steaming, perfectly proportioned form. A lascivious tremor rumbled through her entire twisting, agitated frame.
He worked his cock back and forth, probing ever so slowly, resisting the desire to tear into her with everything that he had. Inasmuch as this was the best fuck he had experienced since he could hardly remember when, the handsome, astute young law student decided that he would stretch things out as long as absolutely possible. Her steaming pussy maintained a tight grip on his encircling prick. The torrid friction continued despite the blood and Vaseline lubrication and Barbara closed her eyes, grimacing as she felt the hard fleshy rod rise and descend in slow cadence inside of her. Just the pressure of his constant penile movements elicited new carnal thrills that swept throughout her entire devastated body.
Barbara's throat was dry. The saliva had drained off and the moisture seemed to materialize in her sweating, lusty twat. Her dominated aching cunt was slick with glandular juices as Barbara felt her whole body being consumed with heat, a fever induced by their mutual lascivious lust. Her brother's wanton inclinations were contagious and now beautiful Barbara was aware of a pulsating pounding in her head as never before.
Her conscience broke through her licentious preoccupation, berating her once again for accepting the pleasure of this lustful act. She could see the admonishing expressions of her father and mother, which were always there whenever she engaged in something that was wrong. And then suddenly she could see waves of shock visible on both of their faces. Yes, they had discovered her, she thought, after which she then opened her eyes and recognized that it was not so. It was only her guilty thoughts at work. Yes her brother was taking advantage of her and there was nothing she could do about it, but would she have done anything even if she had been able? She frankly doubted it. It was a conclusion she based on the fact that she was receiving so much in the way of swirling, lusty sensations from every stabbing, joyous, throbbing movement that his penetrating penis sent forth.
She savored the sensual bliss of their erogenous coupling and soon her flaming buttocks and sleek hips began to undulate sharply, flipping in an upward fashion in vigorous response to his steady, intruding movements. Curt's rock-hard shaft reached down into the blazing depths of her tight vaginal tunnel. He continued to shuttle his cock in and out of her cuntal valley with slow, deliberate thrusts.
His prick scraped against the pulsating walls of her vagina as Barbara savored the subtle sensuality of his pumping prong and heaved long, deeply sensuous sighs. He listened to every sound she made and knowing just how eager she was to receive his frenetic, stabbing thrusts prompted him onward that much more. The forceful bump of his pelvis pounded into her fleecy pubic vee. Deep in her saturated quim, she felt the violent stabs of his stiffly protruding cock.
Suddenly Barbara discovered she could not contain herself any longer as her heart pounded pulsatingly from the devastating stabs that his driving prong was provoking within her. With reckless abandon, she began to match his fucking motions as her hips flailed with overwhelming passion. An instinctive reflex glided her every thrusting movement.
Her ass bounced solidly against the mattress and she loved hearing the sensual sounds that she was making. As she kept gyrating her solid ass cheeks, tumbling her hips in sensual undulation, she began to think about the tremendous exhilaration she experienced in the form of that beautiful orgasm earlier in the session when Curt had manipulated his fingers with such solid precision inside of her mound. And now a lascivious turbulence was brewing into a storm within her erogenous hole as her breath began to come in short, puffy sighs. The fleshy twin mounds of ruby tipped conical breast flesh bounced up and down in an accelerating cadence of erotic excitement.
"Oooh, ohhh, I love it," she suddenly gasped. "Yes, you are a son-of-a-bitch to do what you're doing, Curt, baby, but I still love it. Oh, dominate me, darling. Fuck my cunt. Yes, ohhh, keep on screwing me. Ohhh, ahhh, how I want it. Ooooh, come on, fuck, fuck, fuck."
The carnal exhilaration that pervaded Barbara made her lose all sense of decorum. A perverse immoral personality took possession of her as her rapidly undulating hips and ass cheeks moved more swiftly than ever. Yes, she was a possessed woman, but she didn't care. No, for the moment all she could think about was the stiff, ever-surging cock that was grinding inside of the tightness of her warm twat and how wonderful it would be to explode her flaming juices.
"Keep fucking me, fuck me, fuck me," she demanded, her voice urgent and husky. "Ohhh, make me juice, darling. Ohhh, I want to cum, I want to cum just like before. I love it. Ohhh, I love it."
With licentious abandon, Curt responded to her lustful exhortations, pumping his pistoning cock at an ever-increasing pace. By then his breathing was coming much faster than before as the exertion of his efforts made him gasp and sent warm breath into her face.
She instinctively matched his accelerated coital movements, shifting her sturdy pelvis in rapid-fire tandem with his grindingly assertive movements. Yes, he was dominating her and yes, she wanted everything that he could send forth in the way of sturdy, determined prick thrusts.
Their hot bodies thrashed in rapturous mutual fucking ecstasy as his prick kept careening and pistoning into her in short, frantic thrusts. Barbara met the hurried strokes, matching them with her own determined pelvis gyrations.
"That's it, ohhh, that's it," she exclaimed in ecstatic exaltation. "Just a little more, darling, oh, I've got to shoot. Yes, ohhh, I'm cuming, ohhh, ooooh, ohhh, darling, I'm shooting."
Deep within her vagina, the violent paroxysms of an orgasm seized Barbara. Her last outburst was a shout of erotic fever as she ground her buttocks deeply against the crisp white sheets and let out a shrill cry of elation over the exquisite pinnacle that she had reached.
She heard the faint squishing sounds of his cock making steady contact with her wet, saturated snatch as his stinging prick continued to pump inside of her. Barbara couldn't help wonder just when her erotic brother was going to shoot his steaming jism into her. As though in answer to her thought, he shoved his violent, steadily twisting prick into her warm, hair-fringed fissure with one final forward thrust.
Curt seemed to be shivering. His entire body twisted and throbbed as she looked up into his face. His eyes were closed in sensual gratification as he made a slight snorting sound, breathing deeply. The tight flesh of her cunt compressed about his sheathed cock as she enjoyed every driving thrust that his steaming stem sent inside of her.
She could feel the orgasmic pulsations as his prick started spurting out the prolifically splashing droplets of thick, steaming white cream. The protective covering of the rubber captured each emission, but it still didn't prevent her from enjoying the voluptuous thumps against her sensitive cuntal flesh.
"Ohhh, my darling, my darling, my darling," she gasped. "Oh, are you ever fucking me. Oh, what a wonderful fuck. Ohhh, you're bruising me, ohhh, can you fuck. Damned, can you fuck."
She felt the swirling waves of erotic pleasure dancing along her spine as he kept on ramming with his steely, turgid, bulbous shaft. She listened to his loud, panting sounds, which made her think of a locomotive. He reached down with both hands and let his fingers grab hold ever so tightly of her warm, fleshy buttocks, which were still red from the slapping movements that he had sent forth just a few moments earlier.
"Ohhh, ahhh, what a fuck," he sighed.
Suddenly his hard-on softened as Barbara stared at his withdrawn flesh. The scum bag hung loosely from his shrunken cock. The tip of it was heavy with the load of his ejaculated jism. A coating of blood covered the whitish prophylactic, causing her some consternation. Barbara was suddenly aware of the dull aching pain in her pussy as well as the blood.
"I guess I gave my beautiful little sister an education," he grinned. "It was great. Every bit of it was just great."
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbara felt a little terrified when she thought about what had happened in the aftermath of the funk, seeing the blood and recognizing that she had reached a momentous point in her life.
Her brother took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. He watched as she took a soothing bath, then exited the tub. After she had finished toweling herself off, Curt had applied some Vaseline to her torn and ravaged pussy.
"You'll be all right in another day," he grinned. "I mean, the ache will go away then and then you'll be able to fuck to your heart's content. And whatever you do, you'll always be able to silently thank your big brother. He's the one who opened the door for you."
"I'm so confused I don't know what to think now," she shook her head.
"Just don't immerse yourself in any guilt," Curt warned her. "I wouldn't like that at all."
To make his point felt, Curt reached down with both hands, letting his fingers crudely grab hold of her firm ass flesh. She flinched with pain as he pinched at the still reddened buttocks, which he had attacked so vigorously not all that long ago.
"Oh, please, let me go," she sighed.
Curt released his grip, then reached out and grabbed her by the hand.
"Let's go back to your room again," he said.
"Why is that?"
"We can have a little more fun."
"But mom and dad will be home soon," she told him fearfully.
"Come on, you silly little bitch," he laughed. "They won't be home for at least another two hours. You know how those big bashes are. They'll be sipping Martinis and gossiping until the wee hours of the morning. You don't need to worry about them. Let's just have ourselves a little more fun."
Curt squeezed her hand just enough to cause her to flinch slightly in pain. She knew what he was doing. Once more her big brother was intimidating her. She had never seen him act in such a bold fashion.
They walked back into her bedroom, which was thick with their sexy scent coupled with sweat. He walked her over toward the bed, then reached out and grabbed hold of her firm, jutting breasts. Curt's fingers twisted and stabbed against the crinkly breast flesh of her distended nipples.
"These nipples are hardening awfully fast," he laughed. "You might be telling me you don't want to fuck anymore, but your responses are different. I mean, one side of you is saying no, but the other side definitely means yes. You were born to fuck, sweetheart. Anybody with a body like that. And why in hell should you bother with so many of these young punks at school when you can ball with somebody like me?"
Just the thought of what he was saying prompted Curt to smile and laugh. Yes, he was feeling more triumphant and confident with each passing second. The only comparable experience had been when he got a particularly good grade on a tough law examination, but that couldn't begin to compare with the sensations he was feeling now. and besides, even the highest score on a law exam would never bring his cock to the state of agitation that it presently enjoyed.
Even though his penis had gone temporarily soft in the aftermath of his last wild fuck, by then it was back up to its former rigidity level. After all, Curt reasoned, he had watched his beautiful little sister ease her gorgeous body into the warm water of the bathroom tub. He had observed her sleek, ever so smooth, trim, ivory legs sliding over the side of the tub as she soaked her sweaty, gorgeous form. Yes, she had been bloodied, but certainly not to the point where she couldn't fuck anymore. She had experienced the sensations of a deeply plunging prick inside of the inner recesses of her warm, flushing cunt lips for the first time in her life and now he was determined to dominate her in another way. He was not about to let his beautiful sister off of the hook until he had orgasmed yet a second time.
"Reach out and make a grab for my cock," he commanded. "Come on, move your fingers up and down the full length of my prick."
She could tell from the determined expression on his steely face just how important it was for her to provide Curt with the maximum in sexual enjoyment. He was quite obviously not going to put up with anything he construed as nonsense from her. Just seeing him look at her in such a domineering way prompted her to feel those telltale little waves of excitement inside of her stomach.
"Come on, start fingering my prick," he pointed toward his hard, sturdy stem. "Yes, really play with it. Ahhh, let your fingers go. Ohhh, move them. Ahhh, I want to feel those sensations."
His trembling, sturdy legs flipped nervously from side to side as Curt watched his beautiful sister move her fingers forward ever so slowly. She let them grab hold of the nub end of his fleshy spear. As she toyed with the knob-like surface of his rigid cock head, he let out a loud, erotic sigh.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "Just start with the tip. Okay, now you can start working your fingers down my cock. Ohhh, come on, slide your fingers really nice. Ohhh, drive them up and down my hot dagger. I love it. Ohhh, I love it."
His breath began to come in short, heavy, staccato puffs as his dominated lover flung her fingers against the rubbery surface of his bulbous cock. Ever so excitedly, she addressed herself to the moment at hand, her brisk fingers making steady contact against his tumid shaft as he kept on gasping and sighing, enjoying each and every plunging stroke.
"That's it, I love it, I love it," he gasped. "Ohhh, I'll be orgasming if I get much more of this. I'll tell you when to stop. Ohhh, I can't take too much more of it. Oh, damned, I love those finger strokes."
Just to let her know the extent to which he was dominating her, Curt reached out and grabbed hold of his sister's head. He held on tightly, pushing his fingers against her strawberry colored hair, heaving deep gasps as she kept up her sturdy, throbbing finger thrusts.
"Okay, you can let go now," he gulped. "Ohhh, a guy can only take so much of this. Oooh, a guy reaches the point where he just about has to juice. What a feeling."
CHAPTER FIVE
Curt permitted his sister to move her fingers up and down the full length of his throbbing organ until he could no longer withstand it.
After having her remove her fingers from his flaming penis, he looked down at his pulsing, blood-veined member, after which he stared into Barbara's eyes. As he did so, he licked his lips suggestively and all the while he was contemplating the next phase of the action. He had forced his young sister to compromise her virtue on one occasion and now he was getting ready to do the same thing again.
"Honey, have you ever gone down on a big juicy cock?" he asked grinningly.
"Of course I haven't," she shrieked. "I've let a few guys fool around with my muff. I've even let a few stick their tongue in there, but hell, no, I've never allowed anybody to stick their cock in my mouth."
"Then get yourself ready to do it for the first time."
"Oh, no, please, please, you can't ask me to do that," Barbara protested.
"You're getting to be quite a pain in the ass with all of your complaining. Look, I don't want any more complaints. I mean, you shut your smart-ass little mouth. I'm calling the shots around this damned place and you'd just better get that through your thick little skull."
"How can you talk to me in such a nasty way?" she looked into her brother's eyes with disbelief. "Can you be the same nice, protective, helpful brother that I have known my whole life?"
"Let's knock off all this nostalgic crap," he groaned. "We've got work to do. Or, better yet, we've got pleasure. We've got some beautiful business to transact. You're gonna go down on my long, hot prick. You're gonna suck it. That beautiful tongue of yours is gonna work resplendently over my hot shaft. You're gonna tongue me real nice. Suck my long prick until all of the juices fly out of there."
"Oh, please, Curt. Don't make me do that. I beg of you."
"I guess you need a little disciplining," Curt smiled sadistically.
Once again his fingers felt itchy for the same kind of activity that they had so thoroughly enjoyed only a few minutes before. He longed to reach out once again and direct some stinging slaps toward his loving sister's still warm buttocks. He would do it. Nothing would thwart him from his desire.
Curt reached out with both hands, allowing them to land with even stronger stinging impact than they had before. His sister let out a shriek, after which the tears started to once more roll down both sides of her face.
"Ahhh, I go wild when I slap your ass," he laughed. "Damned, this spanking really is great. Not only that, but it puts you in your place. You're a naughty little girl. If you'd been a nice obedient little sister you would have been more than willing to go down on my cock. But I'm kind of glad that you haven't been eager to do certain things. This way it's more fun. This way I get to reprimand you, to slap your ass cheeks, to really show you who's boss. Yes, I'm gonna keep showing you who's boss. I'm gonna slap your ass. I'm gonna make those ass cheeks so damned red and so sore that you won't even believe it."
His hands continued to land with crackling impact, hitting her time and again until he finally withdrew his hands altogether. He looked down at her cringing, reddened buttocks and quickly moved his fingers down toward his hard, excited cock. Up and down he stroked with both hands against the full length of his swollen organ.
"Just look at my cock," he said. "Oh, damned, but I've got a beautiful one. Are we ever gonna fuck. Are we ever gonna have ourselves a terrific fuck. And you're gonna suck me off. You're gonna get the experience of a lifetime, little sister."
Her entire body was still cringing and a tense headache surfaced in her forehead. Curt was not about to allow her even a minute's rest. Seeking to capitalize on the situation, he reached down with both hands and made a grab for her strawberry red hair. This time he pulled and tugged at it, ultimately forcing her head down over his bulging, joy stick.
"Start scraping your tongue against my balls," he said. "Come on, or I'll pull your hair even harder. I mean business, honey and that's all there is to it. Come on and start sucking me. Ohhh, my cock feels so good. The juices just have to shoot. Ooooh, are they ever gonna spray. They're gonna spray like hell. They're gonna pop like gang busters, juice inside of your mouth."
Just talking about the orgasm that he knew to be inevitable prompted him to feel good all over. Curt could hardly believe just how daringly he was behaving. It felt so good to completely let himself go. He withdrew his fingers from her hair, then permitted them to slide up and down the small of her back. He loved the warmth of her alabaster skin as he watched her tongue slide slowly and with a measure of uncertainty against his swollen, hairy testicles.
"Start sucking just a little bit faster," he commanded. "Not too fast, mind you. I don't want you to overdo it. Just a nice, flowing tempo. Come on, just move your tongue around there. Come on and slide it against my hot nuts. Ooooh, do I ever love that. I love the way your tongue's moving. Okay, that's the way. You're stepping it up a little. Ohhh, I like that."
At first the young teenager felt nothing other than a revulsion over the act of being dehumanized and forced to run her tongue against the leathery surface of her older brother's bloated balls. But the longer that her tongue continued to scrape as it worked its way against the folds of warm flesh, the greater the amount of enjoyment that she could not help but derive, even though she at the same time felt a smoldering hatred for her brother for forcing her into such things. It was the same thing that had happened to her on the other occasion when he had taken advantage of her and forced her to surrender her virginity. Now here she was, letting her scarlet tongue slide against the warmth of his hairy testicles.
"Okay, you can turn loose now," he told her.
Curt withdrew his fingers from Barbara's back. He watched closely as she slowly removed her tongue from his balls. She was hoping that he would not force her to do any more oral activity, now that she had released her tongue from his nuts.
"Okay, now I want you to slide your tongue up and down my cock," he said. "Come on, I'm just burning up with excitement. Ohhh, come on, suck my prick. Come on, up and down. Start by sliding your tongue along the tip of it. That's what I want. I want to feel that smoldering excitement and then I'll tell you how fast I want you to suck and I'll tell you just how I want you to do it. You're gonna wind up dragging your tongue along the full length of my prick, but you're gonna do the whole thing as I tell you. So let's go. Come on, get your tongue into high gear. Move it real nice. Start sliding it against the tip of my cock. Come on, let's do it right now."
In order to prompt Barbara back into service, Curt reached out with both hands and started to tug once more at her hair. He pulled just hard enough to let her know that he definitely meant business. Soon the tip of her tongue was sliding over the tingly nub end of his erect, bulbous shaft. At first she once again felt dehumanized over the idea of cock sucking, but after a few strokes, she couldn't help but notice the tingly sensation that surfaced in her pussy from making contact with her tongue against the cock head of his mammoth spear.
"Ooooh, those sensations are wild," he said. "I just love it."
Curt's buttocks wiggled with excitement as he felt the waves of invigorating enthusiasm sweep through his cock and balls. His lust-bloated testicles expanded with great waves of desire and anticipation as her tongue kept on moving with flowing grace, sliding against the tip of his searing, blood-engorged shaft.
"Okay, now you can start stepping it up," he sighed. "Keep your action confined to the tip of my cock, but move it faster. Come on, nice and fast. That's just the way I want it."
Her swirling tongue went back to work with vigorous energy. Curt loved every quick, twisting thrust that her searing red tongue made. The saliva continued to collect at the tip of his scorching dagger and Curt could feel the tugging waves of thundering exhilaration in his flaming, erect cock, which told him just how near he was moving to the point of a wild orgasm. He felt that it was essential for his beautiful sister to start manipulating her tongue up and down the full length of his hard, long prick.
"Okay, now I want you to start moving your tongue up and down the whole length of it," he said. "Attack that hose. Put out the fire. Come on, move at a nice sensuous pace. Not too fast, not too slow. I'll tell you when you reach the right tempo. That's it, come on, a little faster, just a little faster."
He flung his hips back and forth with wild anticipation and vigorous appreciation. Curt heaved loud, deep gasps as he watched the beautiful redhead's hair bounce casually on her head like a mop as she sought to please him with assertive cock-sucking thrusts. Her tongue began to move with greater recklessness than before as she asserted it up and down the rubbery length of his searing instrument.
Curt immediately noticed the change in attitude. He could see that his bullying efforts had brought fruit. Not only that, but there was something about the spontaneous act of spanking his sister's beautiful alabaster behind that brought out the beast in him and caused him to crave her with even greater wanton lust than before. All the while her tongue kept on attacking his lengthy staff driving up and down the full length of his hot, invigorated steely organ.
"There you go, okay, you've reached the perfect tempo," he sighed. "Oooh, ahhh, come on, suck me. Yes, bring out every drop of juice. Ohhh, I love it. Ahhh, come on, suck me. Ahhh, come on, eat my cock. I want you to catch every drop of my cock juice. Ooooh, ahhh, what sucking. Damned, this is beautiful. Ohhh, it's driving me insane. I can't stand much more of this."
Her tongue kept on attacking his tumid shaft, driving up and down the full length of it. As Barbara continued to drive her tongue with ringing desire up and down his penis, Curt decided that she could provide him with some more action as well.
"Come on, start playing with my balls," he said. "Let's do it at the same time. You can suck my shaft and play with my nuts. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, how I want that. How I want you to eat my prick, ohhh, to swallow every drop of my juice."
She absorbed the full length of his shaft. Barbara's head darted up and down with spontaneous energy while her compressed lips rubbed sensuously against the enormous length of his bloated phallus. All the while she readily fondled his cradled balls, wet with her saliva from the earlier contact, thrilling to the licentious contact of the spongy agates.
"Oh, damn, that's the way to do it," Curt sighed. "All right, now move your tongue down to my balls. Come on, release it from my cock for just a second. Then go down to my balls.
Opening her mouth obediently, Barbara released her hold on his mammoth penis. Her tongue left a moist trail as it slid down his swollen shaft to his bloated nuts. He watched with great satisfaction as she licked and nibbled on his ball sacs with soft, gentle love bites.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Honey, you're turning on. I can see it."
Curt reached out with his trembling fingers, allowing them to come to rest against her warm, twisting ass cheeks, which he had spanked twice before. He held on tightly, his fingers kneading the warm flesh as she began to roll her tongue along the back of her brother's scrotum. Instinctively she began to run her oral brush all the way toward his ass crack. The tip of her tongue found his puckered hole. She ever so quickly circled the crinkled perimeter of his sphincter, tasting the fetid flavor of his wildly alive, eagerly twisting asshole.
"Ohhh, you are getting good," he said. "Damned, you can be as demented a little bitch as anybody else. Ohhh, Barbara, honey, you're wild with lust. Go ahead, ohhh, just let yourself go. Darling, ohhh, suck my hot ass, Ooooh, what a woman you are. Oh, damned, how I love it."
He gripped Barbara's buttocks even tighter than before and as he did she furiously licked his asshole, rimming him for several long, enticing seconds. After that she suddenly returned to his cock, catching the glistening sheen of her saliva on his asshole. A finger massaged the outside of the hole before she pushed it in
Barbara's finger pressed into her brother's anal sheath, teasing the warm, moist interior. The snug fit of his rectum over her imbedded finger sent sensual thrills circulating throughout her body. She was beginning to see that any erogenous part of Curt's body thrilled her enormously. Yes, maybe she was a bitch and perhaps she was proud of it. Just maybe she had been a little too conservative for her own good. Perhaps they both had been. But now all of that was over. They craved each other with wanton lust and now they were totally letting themselves go as their sweaty bodies merged in a steam heat of wild animalish frenzy.
She vacuumed his dick between her moving lips. Her loose lips rubbed up and down the absorbed cock in a gentle oral massage. Barbara clamped her teeth in a soft love bite over her older brother's prick. Her head rotated now in a slow, semi-circular twist as her oral clamp grounded against his thickened hardness.
The faster that she attacked his steaming meatiness, the closer she knew she was drawing him toward that inevitable point when the seething penis liquids would spray from the end of his sensitive cock like a flowing geyser.
Barbara's tongue continued to flick along the imbedded joy stick of her brother with strong licks. The flattened oral blade pushed against his cock, tantalizing it with her slurping nuances.
"Ohhh, come on, you've got me so close," he gasped. "Ohhh, go ahead, honey, bring me off. You can do it with that hot tongue."
He went wild with passion as he watched his beautiful sister tumble her hips in a sensuous grind. The thrusting finger that Curt suddenly applied to her taut twat cork-screwed in a wild, spontaneous massage. She felt a voluptuous chill escalate up and down her spine as her mouth continued to take the full length of his mammoth, flaming tool. She alternated her oral teasings, utilizing her lips and tongue to evoke a strong lascivious response from Curt.
"Come on, ohhh, keep it up, you little cock sucker," he laughed. "I love it. Ohhh, come on, keep sucking me. Keep moving that hot tongue of yours."
Barbara restlessly bounced her ass on top of the bed, producing loud ringing sounds from the mattress springs as she prepared to move into the final explosive phase of the act. Curt's hips jerked in strong coital thrusts as he fucked her mouth. The increased pistoning pace of his sturdy cock warned her of the impending climax, even though this was the first penis that she had ever sucked.
She reached for the pumping cock to keep it from skewering her tonsils.
"Now I want you to hold onto it, honey and catch every drop of it," he sighed. "It's no damned good unless you swallow it. I mean, it'll be a big disappointment for me otherwise. So come on, ohhh, get every drop. Get every drop of my hot cock blast. Come on, eat my man meat. Ooooh, that's it, keep grinding with your tongue. That's the way to do it."
Just to make certain that his beautiful young sister did not panic in the wake of his upcoming climax, Curt reached out and made a grab for her hair. He held on tightly, forcing her over his steaming man meat as he prepared to unload his flaming phallic droplets from the tip of his burning dagger. He could feel the waves of tension in his electrified testicles and after several quick, jerking thrusts of his ass cheeks, he watched the first few droplets of his jetting semen begin to explode from the end of his long, inflamed pole.
"Ooooh, ooooh, Oooooh," he let out a deep, guttural growl. "Come on, ooooh, ahhh, suck. Come on, suck it all out of me. Ohhh, suck every drop. Damned, ohhh, what a cock suck. Yeah, you're some kind of cock sucker. Ooooh, ahhh, come on, attack me."
He pushed his flaming stick deep inside of her mouth as the thick spurts of milky white cream kept geysering inside of her throat, a liquid tribute in payment for her steady efforts. His curled fingers continued to hold on tightly to her head as he heaved another loud, deep gasp. He watched as she vacuumed his prick with hungry sucks, almost choking several times, but seeking to drain out every last precious drop of his burning fuel.
"Ahhh, that's the way to do it," he said. "Come on, suck it all out."
Curt watched as a few droplets of his thick white cream rolled down the left side of her mouth. But apart from those droplets, which trickled to the bed sheets, she managed to capture every other drop.
When it was all over, Curt pushed the towel over and dabbed at the drops of cum which had spilled onto the sheets.
"Hell, what's the matter with me, I need a washcloth," he smiled. "You just lie there, sis and I'll get the washcloth. We've got to wash off every bit of the evidence."
"You're demented, you're absolutely demented," she looked up at him, mopping some sweat from her brow,
"Of course I am and so are you. You enjoyed every bit of it," Curt grinned.
"You know, you're right and I can't figure it out," Barbara shook her head. "Here my cunt's sore, here my throat's sore from the way you rammed your cock into it and from the way I attacked you cock. My ass cheeks are sore from the way you slapped them, but yet I feel all excited. I'm quivering all over."
"It must be that what I did to you agreed with you," Curt told her as he began to walk toward the bathroom. "There can't be any two ways about it."
Curt took one last look at his beautiful sister, winked at her, then proceeded toward the bathroom. It was a night unlike any other he had lived.
CHAPTER SIX
Even though Curt got to bed long before his folks returned home, his mind couldn't help but continue to spin.
The longer that he reflected on what had transpired with his sexy young sister Barbara, the harder it was for him to believe that he had actually taken charge of things so assertively. As a matter of fact, as he lay with his eyes wide open in the silent darkness of his bedroom, it was difficult for him to believe that he had not dreamed all of this. The conduct had been so contrary to the way that he had previously lived.
But the more he tried to piece things together from a psychological standpoint, the easier it became for him to recognize just what had happened. There were certain forces at work and they impinged upon each other, prompting him to engage in the type of conduct that he had. The more he thought about it, the more he recognized just how frustrated a young man he had been, being forced to toe the mark according to the dictates of his father and focus practically all of his attention on his education. He was beginning to think that such a preoccupation was a waste and that he was missing out on a lot of the pleasurable things in life, the kinds of things that had been manifested so vividly in his beautiful encounter with his sister Barbara.
Once that he finally resolved those thoughts in his mind, it was a little easier to go to sleep. At least at first. But he found himself continuing to awaken in the middle of the night and several times he broke out in a tense sweat. What prompted the tension and the sweat was the feeling of sensuality that still resided within him. Even though he had gotten his rocks off not once but twice with his beautiful young sister, he could not help but think back to how gorgeous the young redhead had been as she lay stretched out on the bed, looking so vulnerable and beautiful, her form the ultimate in perfection. Once again he longed to stick his sturdy, throbbing cock inside of her and show her just how dominant he could be.
Instinctively his fingers would reach down and start jerking on the rubbery tip of his ever-lengthening, sturdy penis. The more quickly that he would drive his fingers up and down the elongated surface of his fiery organ, the more vivid the impressions would become of Barbara and her dancing nubile body as he was pushing his steadily surging cock into the innermost depths of her warm, excited nest,
"Oh, damned, what a fuck;" he would whisper, his sweaty body twisting and turning. "Oh, damned, what a woman you are, Barbara."
His fingers finally reached a feverish pitch, driving in a steady crescendo up and down the full length of his mammoth, thundering organ until the droplets of his fiery penis fluid spurted from the end of his long, bulging shaft.
"Ohhh, damned, what fucking," he sighed.
Once that he finally got his rocks off yet again, he was then able to sleep soundly for the rest of the night. But he remained certain of one point. He could never think the same about sex and living now that he had enjoyed that beautiful interlude with his gorgeous sister Barbara.
The following day Curt occupied himself around the house mainly with his studies. He took a long swim in the backyard pool in the middle of the morning, but apart from the time he spent there, the rest of it was consumed over his law books. He did notice one difference, however, from the day before. Whereas he had been able to productively study during most of the day before, now his thoughts were constantly interrupted by Barbara's beautiful body. He knew that he had to have her again, but it was just a question of how long he would wait. He decided not to approach her again that day, even though he badly wanted to. For one thing, he did not want to risk giving the girl a complex. She had been rather quiet at breakfast that morning and he was certain that he knew why. The one thing that he feared most of all was that she might open up and tell one or both of her parents what had happened. If she did, he knew that it would stem from a state of confusion, since such a revelation would not only be embarrassing, but would reflect on her as well. But anything was possible, particularly when a young girl had her virginity taken by her own brother.
Barbara went out in the middle of the morning with her mother. They told Curt that they would be going to lunch and shopping through a large part of the afternoon. So that left him at home, where he was able to concentrate on his studies.
"I'm glad I have such a dedicated young son," Curt's mother told him, smiling proudly. "You're going to make a fine lawyer, dear. As a matter of fact, I predict you're going to be just like your father."
Curt smiled and thanked his mother, but down deep he was laughing. Now that he was opening his mind up a little and moving out of the cloistered expanses of his family life, the one thing he did not want was to wind up exactly like his father. No, he wanted to make his own mark and if he did make such a distinguished mark it would be as somebody with a completely different personality and lifestyle than his father.
After he had studied for several hours, the telephone rang. He was just as happy to have his mind diverted from his studies for at least a few seconds as he walked over and picked up the phone in the den, where he had been doing his studying.
"Hello," he began.
"Oh, I guess this is Curt Junior," he heard a female voice ask in a brisk, business-like tone."
"Yeah, that's right. I suppose you wanted Curt Senior."
"As a matter of fact I did and I wondered if just maybe he could be at home for a few minutes. He was going to be in court on a probate matter and I thought maybe he could have dropped home for lunch."
"No, he's not here. Say, the voice sounds familiar. Is this Sherry Ames?"
"That's right. And I suppose this is Curt Junior."
"I'd appreciate it if you could knock off the Junior stuff, Sherry. Just call me Curt."
"I didn't call for social reasons," Sherry Ames snapped. "I have a business matter to discuss."
"Yes, I can imagine that. It seems like that's about all you're interested in your entire life," Curt laughed.
"Look, I don't need any comments from some snotty young law student, even if he does happen to be the son of one of the lawyers I work for."
"You really do get nasty," Curt laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The conversation was going as had most with Sherry. It bothered Curt that he could not only get to first base with her, but could scarcely even get her to take him seriously enough to talk civilly to him. And so, in place of just accepting his lumps, he had instead resorted to a pattern in which he would kid and chide Sherry Ames, generally resulting in disaster as far as her attitude toward him was concerned.
So now it was happening all over again and he noticed that his heart was beginning to palpitate with nervousness as he kept on talking to her. That bothered him. After all, if she didn't mean anything to him and she definitely should not, then why would he be that concerned about what she thought of him in the first place? That was the important question and one that he was unable to satisfactorily resolve.
"If you don't mind my saying so, you have a very juvenile way of acting," Sherry Ames bluntly told Curt. "As a matter of fact, I'm glad to say it even if you did mind my saying so. I think you're very disgusting, Curt, the way you talk to me."
"Don't you have any sense of humor?" Curt asked her lamely.
"I do, but a sense of humor is reserved for somebody who demonstrates a wit. Unfortunately, you haven't even demonstrated a half of a wit."
"No that's a damned unkind cut," Curt said.
"It happens to be true. You act like a ridiculous little juvenile. I'm hoping you're going to do better for your father's sake."
"I didn't know you cared," Curt said.
"I frankly don't for your sake," she explained. "I do, however, for your father's. He's a very dedicated man and he happens to be one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. Not only that, but he's one of the sharpest professionals I've ever dealt with. He knows his job backwards, forwards and sideways and it's been very illuminating to me just being in the same office with him. At any rate, I have been doing some research for him and I wanted to drop off some papers."
"Sure thing," Curt said. "But tell me something. Why is it you feel so hostile toward me?"
"I'm not hostile toward you. To be hostile toward you would indicate that I felt something. Even if it was hostility, it would involve a certain feeling. I have no feeling. I'm just saying for your father's sake I'd like to see you accomplish something and not disappoint him. You'd be much better advised to spend your time over your law books than trying to kid around with somebody like me. As a matter of fact, I was a very meticulous student myself and that's why I graduated first in my class and wound up at a firm as prestigious as your father's. Let that be a lesson to you. Work a little harder and the rewards will be greater."
"Okay, I'll try and remember that," Curt-laughed. "So you want to come around here and drop off this material for my father?"
"That's right."
"What time?"
"I have to spend a little more time in the law library and I should be over at your place ... well, I should be there about three-thirty. Would you be there then?"
"Yes, three-thirty would be fine. I'm just staying home and studying today."
"That's good. The more constructive time you spend over your books, the better off you'll be."
"Damned, you sound like a carbon copy of my father," Curt said.
"I'll see you then," Sherry Ames told him, quickly hanging up the telephone.
As Curt lay the phone back on the cradle, he became excited over the prospect of seeing Sherry Ames again. He definitely considered her to be one of the sexiest women he had ever laid eyes on. As far as her exterior was concerned, there was not a brick out of place. In terms of her interior though, that was a completely different matter. She was as cold as ice water, particularly when it came to dealing with him. He wondered if she had any kind of love life, or was anticipating having any. He frankly doubted it, considering the type of workaholic she was and her humorless, no-nonsense manner, which would turn off practically any man. In that sense she was definitely a paradox. She had the manner of a homely Puritan school marm from an isolated region of New England, while, on the exterior, her body was like that of a Marilyn Monroe in her prime.
Sherry Ames was a dazzling blonde with huge, hypnotic blue eyes and ravishing ruby red lips. Her complexion was an ivory texture and as for her figure, she possessed a pair of stunning, perfectly proportioned jutting breasts and long, sleek, perfectly tapered legs. Considering she was a creature of such exquisite loveliness, Curt believed it a waste that she took the kind of attitude she did about life and business. He was convinced that she was the kind of woman who just didn't have any fun and considering the face and body that she possessed, he regarded that as a crime.
Even though he tried to continue his studies, he finally gave up the idea. His thoughts remained focused on Sherry Ames, and even though he was trying not to think of her in a sensual light, his cock couldn't help but harden just with the knowledge that she would soon be coming over to the house.
He began to think about how she had talked to him on the phone. It was impossible for him to recall anybody else who had ever talked to him in quite such a nasty fashion. She seemed determined to let him know just how little she thought of him and that caused him to feel a combination of anger and overpowering sensuality at the same point in time.
A few minutes later, he jumped restlessly out of his chair in the den and walked into the living room. He decided to just stretch out on the couch and just stare at the ceiling until Sherry Ames arrived.
At the stroke of three-thirty, the front doorbell rang. He got up and looked at the clock, observing that it was exactly three-thirty.
"Just like the bitch," he laughed. "Right on time. Never does anything wrong."
He opened the door and observed Sherry Ames standing there holding a brown briefcase in her right hand. She looked even more stunning than usual, dressed in a light blue dress which showed off her exquisite body to every curvaceous advantage.
"Hello, Sherry," he smiled. "Won't you come in?"
"I'm just here to drop this off," she replied coldly.
As she stepped into the living room, he observed the firm dimensions of her well-rounded ass cheeks as she wiggled them back and forth involuntarily as she walked into the house. His hard, blistering cock felt greater waves of anxiety than ever as it pushed against the outline of his shorts and trousers. He walked quickly behind her, then sat down on the sofa.
"Sit down, Sherry," he said.
"I'll just lay these legal pads down on the table," she said, ignoring his courteous gesture.
He watched as she opened up the briefcase, reaching inside and removing two yellow legal pads, on which there was a good deal of writing. She placed them on top of the table, then shut the briefcase.
"Can't you sit down for a second?" he asked. "It's a warm afternoon. Why don't you let, me get you something cool to drink."
"Well, I suppose I could use a glass of ice water," Sherry said, sitting down in a straight-backed chair across from the sofa.
"I could get you something else. How about a beer, Sherry?"
"I don't drink," she said steadfastly. "I don't want anything else. I just want some ice water."
"Fine, then ice water it is," Curt said.
Curt walked into the kitchen, noticing just how excited his entire body was. He was feeling the same waves of overpowering ecstasy that had existed within him when he had gone to bed with his sister the night before. How he wanted to dominate this bitchy young lawyer, who had been working for his father for about a year. She had to be around twenty-six, some three years older than himself and he knew that she regarded that slight difference as something seemingly insurmountable. To her three years was the same as three centuries and she looked upon him as she would a little boy, which disgusted him no end. After all, he was anything but a little boy. He was a man and had proven it with his younger sister. If he could do it with Barbara, he could do it with this bitchy chick as well. He wondered just how many times she had been fucked. If she was getting it, she was certainly disguising it well. He had never seen anyone in his entire life act in as straight-laced a manner as did this woman.
He finished fixing the ice water for her, then walked back into the living room. He handed her the glass.
"Thank you," she said coldly.
Curt sat down on the sofa, looking into Sherry Ames's radiant blue eyes.
"So how have things been with you, Sherry?" Curt asked matter-of-factly.
"They've been very busy," she said. "I'm determined to make a success of myself in the legal profession. The only way that one gets there is through plenty of hard work."
"You might regard this as an impertinent question, Sherry, but don't you ever look beyond work?" he asked.
"You're right, I do regard it as an impertinent question," she snapped, quickly taking a sip from the glass. "I guess somebody like you wouldn't understand just why a woman would be compelled to want to make her mark in the profession. I regard myself as something of a pioneer. Based upon the male chauvinistic attitudes of people like yourself, it's been definitely an uphill battle for women to achieve something of significance in the professions."
"Come on now. You don't have to hand me a lot of women's lib stuff."
"Oh, of course, you dismiss it," she snapped, her voice rising angrily. "Your type always does. You'd like to keep women in two rooms, the kitchen and the bedroom. Your type feels very strongly that way. I feel just the opposite. I want to prove that a woman can achieve something and I'm determined to make my mark in that fashion."
"Oh, damned, everything's an argument with you," he shook his head. "I'm not saying you can't achieve something. It's just that you go into this women's lib slop all the time and whenever somebody asks you if it's possible to be a warm human being. Maybe it's impossible with you. Maybe you're just destined to be a stick-in-the-mud. As a matter of fact, maybe you're, using a lot of this women's lib stuff because you're afraid to get out and live like other women."
Suddenly Sherry Ames's face reddened. Her eyes rolled. It made Curt feel good to know that he had finally gotten through to this woman, that he had penetrated her thick exterior. Yes, now she was angry. She slammed the glass down on a nearby table, then jumped up from the chair.
"I don't have to take such talk," she shrieked. "What an impertinent little bastard you are."
"And I don't go for that kind of talk either," Curt said. "I'm just about as old as you are and I'm probably one hell of a lot more experienced in a lot of ways."
"Just what do you mean by that?" she asked coldly.
"I mean that I've been around a little. I've at least known a few women. I'll bet you haven't known many men. That is, outside the law office."
"I'm certainly not talking to one now."
"Oh, honey, I could prove it to you so fast."
"Do you realize what you're saying to me?" she shrieked angrily. "How dare you talk to me in such a terrible manner. What an awful creep you are. You're just like some of these damned male chauvinists that we're trying to valiantly fight against. All you can think about is what a girl looks like naked with her legs spread."
"I'm beginning to wonder if you've ever been naked with your legs spread in your whole life."
"I have on a few occasions, but always with men," she snapped. "Never with any impertinent little snot like you, Curt McCrea!"
"Like I said, I don't go for this crap," he snarled. "I'm not a young kid and just maybe you're gonna find that out."
"Oh, cut it out."
"No, I could show you what I've got to offer. As a matter of fact, you act like you need it. You act like you haven't had a good hard cock stuck in your cunt in a long, long time."
"You son-of-a-bitch, you raunchy, nasty, son-of-a-bitch," her composure was once more shattered.
This time Sherry's face reddened even more than before and her lips began to quiver. It made Curt feel good to know that he was getting through to her, that he was jarring Sherry Ames.
"Yeah, I know your type," Curt sought to follow up his advantage, taking several menacing steps toward the beautiful blonde. "You're afraid to live. So you throw yourself behind a lot of work and a lot of slogans like helping women, like being a pioneer. All this stuff and what you're really doing is running away from yourself. That's what you're doing. You want a nice solid hump from a guy who will treat you just like a bitch, because that's what you are. That's what you're running away from. You're a bitch, let's admit it. That's really the truth."
"You raunchy bastard," she began to sob, tears rolling down both sides of her face.
"That's right, I am a raunchy bastard," Curt laughed, stopping just a scant few inches away from Sherry. "I know what I'm doing. You're a gorgeous piece of ass and you just need the right guy to dominate you."
"I'm leaving."
"No, you're not."
Curt noticed that she was apparently frozen in her tracks. Her whole body was trembling and the salty tears were rolling down her cheeks even more quickly than before. Instinctively he reached down toward his trousers, unzipping his fly and reaching inside of his shorts, promptly pulling out his long, fleshy cock, which he fondled in the fingers of both hands.
"You see, that's what I've got to offer," he smiled sadistically.
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she snapped more angrily than ever. "Get out of my life. Just get away from me."
"Oh, no, you don't really want that," he shook his head.
As his penis dangled between his legs, Curt dropped his fingers from his sturdy organ, then pushed his body forward. With smoldering intensity he threw his arms around the trembling Sherry Ames, encircling her in his strong arms as he pushed forward and delivered them with solid, fleshy determination against her sensuously thick, ruby red lips.
He could feel the quivering waves of excitement in his cock and balls more noticeably than ever as his lips remained fastened for several long seconds against Sherry's. When he finally released them, she staggered backwards a few steps.
"I don't believe this," she said. "How can you do this to me? I'm gonna tell your father. I'm gonna get you destroyed. He'll listen to me. He has respect for women. He doesn't believe in people acting the way that you do. Oh, you uncouth vulture. You bastard."
Curt laughed sadistically, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Sherry's trembling hands. He yanked her quickly backwards toward the sofa, throwing her down on top of it, then throwing his own body on top of the sofa next to hers.
Before the misty-eyed Sherry had an opportunity to do anything, her handsome pursuer reached out with both hands and made a grab for her dress. He quickly unbuttoned it and all the while, Sherry's body trembled and she began to sob ever so unrestrainedly.
"Oh, stop, please, stop," she called out to him desperately. "I must get back to work. Oh, duty calls. I've got to concentrate on my work responsibilities. I can't do anything like this. Oh, no, I can't let my guard down. Please, let me go. Oh, please, please, please. Don't do anything like this. Oh, no, ohhh, please, don't."
But by then Curt recognized not only how important it was for him to dominate this woman, but that she no doubt down deep wanted it herself. She was a fearful woman and all of the hostility she had demonstrated toward him had been an effort to cover up her lack of inner confidence. So now he was going to dominate her, to show her that she was honestly and truly just another woman.
"Ohhh, no," Sherry Ames sobbed desperately, "I can't let you do this, I can't!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Curt's pulse raced as his sturdy, quivering fingers moved nervously while he undid the buttons of Sherry's dress.
Even though her legs kicked in protest and she kept heaving loud, desperate gasps, Curt now felt as if he had matters under control. Despite the protests, he was confident in his own mind that this beautiful woman definitely wanted to be dominated by him and that she was only making one last ditch effort to give the pretense of virtue.
"Please, oh, please, let me go," she said. "I won't say anything to your father, Curt, if you'll let me go now. We can forget all of this. Just chalk it up to some misunderstanding. But if you carry it any further, well, that'll be awful. Please, don't do it. Please, ohhh, let me go. Just let me go right now. Ohhh, don't hurt me. Ohhh, don't abuse me."
By then he had finished unbuttoning her dress. He pulled and tugged at it, sliding it over her head and off of her.
As he watched her trembling body continue to twist and turn, he tossed the dress onto the rug. He licked his lips and whetted his appetite even more than before as Curt observed the curvaceous lines of her gorgeous form. He liked the texture of her smooth ivory skin and as she lay there stretched out in no more than her white bikini panties and matching brassiere, he licked his lips with feverish anticipation over the prospect of enjoying all kinds of wild, searing intimacies with her.
"Just kick off your shoes, honey and I'll take care of the rest," he winked.
"Oh, please. This is dirty. It's awful."
"Shut up."
"Don't you tell me to shut up."
"I've just told you to shut up and furthermore, I'll tell you to shut up again."
"Damn it, oh, let me alone. Oh, let me alone."
"You're handing me too much crap. I'm not gonna take anymore."
"You rotten bastard. Ohhh, you slimy son-of-a-bitch. You don't have any respect for women. You think they're all whores."
"I know that you're a bitch," he laughed, "and furthermore, you want to be called a bitch and treated like a bitch. You definitely want it that way. Just don't try and buffalo me."
"You slimy bastard."
She shrieked as loudly as she knew how. Curt reached out with his right hand, delivering a stinging slap that caught her on the side of the face. That prompted her face to turn white and suddenly she was sobbing again.
"Oh, sure, the big bad woman who turns into a crying little child," he chided her. "That's the way you are. Just like a little baby. Okay, honey, we're really gonna have ourselves a wild fuck. Oh, yes, we're gonna screw. Damned, we're gonna screw. You want to be fucked and I'm gonna give it to you."
"Oh, no please, please, let me go."
"Now you're saying please," Curt said. "Before all you could do was hand me crap. Oh, sure, you thought that you were so damned superior. Well, you're learning your lesson, sweetheart. You're gonna learn it the hard way. Some people do have to learn their lessons the hard way and I guess you're one of those. Okay, just get ready, because you're gonna get fucked."
"Oh, damned, let me go."
Curt could see that even though he was confident that Sherry Ames badly needed to be fucked and actually wanted to be fucked, she was also very fearful. He was therefore that much more determined to thoroughly dominate her, to exploit her fears even further, if need be, to accomplish his definite purpose.
He reached down and made a quick grab for Sherry's panties. Curt pulled and tugged at the elastic waistband, snapping it against the firmness of her rich, sensuous skin. Suddenly he was tugging downward, pulling at the panties as they slid against her thighs. Just hearing those lascivious scraping sounds of the silky white panties making contact with the firmness of her creamy, sensuously rich thighs caused his steaming cock to harden that much more noticeably.
Curt removed the panties from her legs, then reached out and made a quick grab for her brassiere. He undid the straps of the beautiful blonde's brassiere, then tugged at it a few times until he removed it. Greedily he stared down at the sleekness of her firm white breasts, which looked so resplendent in their perfectly proportioned beauty. His fingers rushed forward, grabbing hold of the crinkly nipples, twisting against the strawberry-colored flesh. When he noticed just how rapidly that her nipples were hardening, Curt felt a greater measure of confidence sweep through his whole body. He could see just how badly this woman needed some action and he was more than happy to supply every solid measure of it.
"Sure, you want it," he laughed. "You're just a little afraid of it. You're the little girl. Hell, I'm all man. I know how to take care of somebody like you. But you're scared. Just look at you. Your whole body's trembling. You need somebody like me. You know damned well you need somebody like me and you need them very badly."
"Ohhh, please, just don't hurt me," she sobbed.
"We're gonna have ourselves some real fucking enjoyment. Oh, yes, what a fantastic fuck this is gonna be."
"I don't believe all that's happening. Oh, it's just too much."
"Yes, it is too much. We're gonna really have ourselves some fun, once that I loosen up. You helpless little girl. Ohhh, are you ever a helpless little girl. Okay, just hang in there, because we're going to fuck. Damned, we are really going to fuck."
Once more Curt began to feel hostility toward his victim. He thought about the demeaning manner in which she had treated him for so long, insulting him, as if he were nothing more than a child. Hell, he would prove to her that he was an awful lot more than a child. Now she was the sniffling little girl, sobbing, fearful about her own desires and he was the commanding presence, the man who had to take charge and convince her as to just how important it was for her to receive the proper measure of satisfaction from him.
Curt reached out with both hands, immediately beginning to deliver some strong, stinging slaps to her firm, sleek white buttocks. Just listening to the crackling sounds of his hands making popping contact with her flesh caused him to feel great waves of excitement in his rapidly expanding testicles. Oh, yes, he thought, just slapping her ass cheeks would be enough by itself to practically cause him to orgasm.
He kept on slapping with both hands, delivering his crisp, assertive fingers to her ever-reddening ass cheeks as her whole body started to tremble. Once more the tears burst forth and now she was sobbing with greater desperation than ever.
"Oh, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me, you're hurting me," she declared. "Please, stop. Ohhh, you're stinging me. Oh, those hands of yours. They're hurting me so much."
But Curt remained undaunted by it all. His hands kept on slapping as he let them land with crisp savagery and authority against her quivering, firm ass cheeks. The harder that his fingers made contact with the crackling flesh, the redder that her buttocks became as he kept on dominating her wildly.
"Ohhh, this I love," he laughed. "Oooh, this is my kind of action. Sure, you needed somebody to do this to you. You need to be dominated. And I'm just the guy to do it."
Time and again his fingers continued making sturdy contact and Curt could not help but recognize how much he enjoyed spanking her. After he had spanked Barbara he had worked himself into that much greater a state of frenzy. So now history was repeating itself. With bold authority he completely let himself go, driving his hands in a solid volley of activity as his fingers kept on landing with the same type of sturdy, crackling impact against her buttocks.
"Ohhh, stop, you're hurting me, ohhh, you're hurting me so much," she cried like a child.
"Sure I am," he chuckled. "I'm gonna make a woman out of you. Until you get dominated by somebody like me, you'll never make it."
"Ohhh, but it hurts. You're hurting me so much."
"Isn't that delightful?" Curt laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
Now that Curt had finished slapping at Sherry's ass cheeks and had left them in a reddened, trembling state, he was eager to involve himself in some more throbbing action.
His first move was to reach down with both hands, letting his fingers grind and twist as he manipulated them with sharp assertiveness against the velvety texture of her scintillatingly warm thighs. He loved the shape of her perfectly tapered legs and with exquisite firmness he kept on grinding with his sharp fingers, sliding them ever so solidly against the firm, sensuous flesh.
"Ohhh, damned, we're gonna go all the way," he gulped.
"Oh, please, let's not do anymore," she begged. "You're gonna just hurt me. You've already done too much."
"Like hell I have."
Suddenly he let his fingers reach down and make firm contact with her warm ass cheeks. The tighter that his fleshy fingers squeezed with superb grace as he ground them against the warmth of her exquisite buttocks, the louder the groans of pain that he heard coming from her lips. But he kept on squeezing, moving his fingers with unmerciful zest, loving the fact that he was hurting her some more.
"Ouch! Ohhh, you're hurting me so much," she complained.
He was beginning to recognize however, that her complaints were lacking the ringing cry of helplessness that had once surfaced from her lips. So now, as he pushed his fingers that much more tightly, grinding them and kneading them against the warmth of her ass flesh, even though she felt the waves of pain, she was starting to become accustomed to them. Worse yet, in her estimation, she was actually starting to enjoy what he was doing to her. The harder that he pressed with his scorching fingers against her reddened ass cheeks, the better that she started to enjoy the tantalizing syndrome of pleasure pain.
Curt dropped his head down between her slightly quivering legs. He got down on his knees, beginning to feel the salty, fish-like stench of her womanhood. As he looked down at the moist tangles of her scintillatingly blond pubic tresses, he could see that she had apparently become excited through all of the preceding action. Yes, her cuntal lips were moist and how he was looking forward to engaging in some wild and vigorous sexual activity with this beautiful hunk of woman who was lying there pantingly on her back as she remained stretched out on the sofa.
Removing his fingers suddenly from her pain-ridden ass cheeks, Curt started to glide them soothingly against her warm, dampened pubic bush. He loved tickling her matted pubic hairs with his smooth, responsive finger strokes. The faster that he began to drive them slashingly against her warm, velvety vagina, the louder that she began to purr and upon recognizing such sounds the persevering Curt realized how much he was exciting her and the extent to which he had lowered her resistance through his steaming activities.
There was a certain magic in the way that Curt carefully manipulated his fingers as they worked with meticulous slowness against her pubic tresses. The quicker that his tingling fingers started to slide against her ever-intensifying moist slit, the faster that her sweeping buttocks responded as they twisted erotically under the hot, captivating strokes that he sent against her slippery cunt.
After a few more strokes, Curt decided to shove his fingers in all the way, to go for broke and let them move into brisk contact with her pink, aroused vagina.
His stirring fingers moved sharply and passionately as he allowed them to carefully approach her sweltering vagina. As he tickled the budding node of her quiveringly erect clitoris, the beautiful blonde heaved a loud gasp. He liked the way that her body instinctively twisted with surging rapidity. Yes, Sherry was on fire, even though she had not truly wanted to be. He had dominated her and furthermore, this was just the beginning.
With great eagerness, Curt continued sliding his frantic fingers with solid astuteness, letting them sensitively touch her clitoris and other parts of her warm, ever-intensifying nest. Suddenly he began to feel more wetness surfacing in her smooth, velvety mound, which gave him an even greater feeling of confidence and achievement.
"You can't con me," Curt grinned. "Sure you like it and if you weren't enjoying it you wouldn't be this wet. I've got you on fire, I'm gonna turn you on every which way."
His fingers kept on swiftly moving with swirling grace and ever-intensifying speed. The quicker that he ground them inside of her moist slit, the harder that his heart pulsated as he knew just how closely he was moving her to a state of dazzling climax. If Curt could just bring her off once through his quick finger manipulations, he felt, then he knew the tide would have been completely turned. This beautiful and strong-willed young blonde would be his and would never know the same degree of fear and uncertainty that she had experienced earlier when she had walked into the house in such a hostile frame of mind.
As Curt's stirring fingers raced inside of her sweltering, puckered pussy lips, he felt overjoyed at the way that the beautiful Sherry was reacting. Yes, Sherry Ames was his woman and that was all there was to it.
Now it was just a question of running his fingers inside of her moist fur-lined twat until the juices started spurting from it. Curt eagerly watched her quivering hips with ever-mounting joy, recognizing how closely he was moving the beautiful blonde toward the magic moment when the droplets of her sweet, womanly nectar would splash from her cuntal lips and into his hand.
"'I've just about got you there," he smiled confidently. "What a beautiful body. Damned, what a fantastic mound."
She heaved several more sighs, then braced herself, her legs trembling with quivering anxiety as she awaited her orgasm. A few quick, sturdy strokes later, the juices began to gush from Sherry's eager, intensified mound. As the orgasmic flood tide flowed with great exuberance, the lovely blonde let out a loud, fervent gasp.
"Ohhh, you brought me off," she shook her head in a dazed state. "I can't believe all that's happening. It did feel good, though, very good."
"Of course it did," Curt smiled confidently.
As he released his quivering fingers from her intensely wet, velvety cunt, he pushed his head down ever deeper between her nakedly splayed, ivory thighs. Upon picking up the musky scent of womanliness once more, he became hungrier than ever. Curt's stomach churned with rapidly developing nervous anxiety as he prepared to launch into some quick tongue action.
He pushed his wet, scarlet tongue sturdily forward, allowing it to begin scraping against the warmth of her firm left thigh. Every time that he touched her with his sweltering tongue her entire body twitched.
Recognizing the great sensitivity that she possessed beneath her external pose of great hardness and authority, Curt made certain that he exercised stroke control in what he felt was the appropriate manner. He did not want to proceed too quickly for fear that his beautiful lover would get prematurely excited. There was one thing he desired to accomplish and it was to let things develop gradually until he was ready to push the beautiful Sherry to the brink, at which glorious moment her prolific juices would spurt once more from her gushing pussy and into his waiting mouth.
Curt's anxious, jet-propelled tongue kept on gliding, working with dazzling joy and uninhibited desire as it kept pressing against her milky thigh. When he released his tongue from her left thigh, he then proceeded to attack her right, exercising the same piercing tongue control, only now moving it even more quickly and forcefully than he had when he'd sucked her other thigh.
His driving tongue kept on picking up the pace as he worked it with surging zest. The faster that he twisted it against the warmth of her firm leg, the closer that he inevitably pushed her to the point where her pussy juices would be pried loose from her hot, savory cunt.
When he released his tongue from her thighs, Curt reached down and allowed his quivering fingers to slide smoothly over them.
"They're good and wet," he said. "My tongue did the job."
"You really did work it."
"You haven't seen anything yet," he told her. "Just wait until I sink my tongue inside of your slit."
"I don't know. That's dirty. We'd probably better not do that."
"How'd you like a good slap across the face?" he asked. "Or better yet, how'd you like to have your ass cheeks spanked some more?"
"You really can get mean, can't you?"
"I can when it serves my purpose," he grinned.
It made him feel good to know just how dominant he now was over Sherry Ames, who only a few minutes earlier was treating him as if he were dirt under her feet. Now he was extracting his sweet revenge and enjoying every solitary bit of it.
Once more he picked up the scent of her pungent womanhood as he pushed his throbbing tongue closer to her sweltering, moist, pink vagina. His heart started to reverberate in leaps and bounds as Curt pushed his twisting tongue frantically forward, allowing it to slide zealously as he began projecting it inside of her moist, ravished cunt.
Instinctively Sherry's flowing alabaster hips started to slide lustfully, his quick, piercing tongue pushing eagerly as he began grinding it inside of her. Curt loved every tantalizing crevice of her pink, hairy, moist slit and every now and then he would withdraw his probing digit from her fleshy mound just long enough to tickle her matted, silky pubic hairs with his tongue, hairs that had already been wetted from the combination of his earlier tongue efforts and her own juices.
"I'm tingling all over," she gulped, her head spinning with surprise and anticipation. "Your tongue is so good. Do I ever tingle. Ohhh, it's great."
Sherry panted like a steam engine, kicking her legs zestfully as her lover sustained his rapid pace. Curt continued pushing his naked, throbbing tongue deep inside of her savory, steaming slit as he manipulated her ever nearer to the point when the juices would have to gush from her flowing, moist womanhood.
He could hear the wild slurping sounds of his excited tongue pushing with great electricity as it ground and twisted inside of her moist inferno of passion, the blazing pink twat that rested between her firm warm legs.
After a few more strokes, the beautiful Sherry braced herself, her entire body tensing as she realized just how close she was to the moment at hand when the juices would have to pour voluminously from her pussy.
Curt reached down and made a quick grab for her wiggling, reddened ass cheeks, which he had spanked ever so ceremoniously just a few minutes earlier. His torrid fingers quickly squeezed her fleshy buttocks with great joy as his tongue kept burying itself inside of the sweltering confines of her agitated cunt.
"Ohhh, keep it going," she begged. "I love the way your tongue is moving, my darling. Ohhh, let it race. Push it around inside of my pussy. Ooooh, suck me, ohhh, suck my slit."
He listened to her breathless, gulping sounds, which spurred him on with that much more intensity as he pushed his spearing tongue forward, allowing it to continue finding the mark as it worked its way inside of her slippery slit as the juices prepared to gush from her sizzling, steadily dazzled orifice.
Finally the tempestuous explosion within her could wait no longer. As Curt's tingling tongue kept on connecting with every wet crevice of her throbbing cunt, focusing frequently on her sensation-ridden clitoris, the spurting juices began to spill from her sizzling pussy and into Curt's mouth.
Bracing himself quickly, Curt was intent upon sucking every delicious morsel from the blonde's gooey nest. As the juices kept spurting from Sherry's besieged hole, she flipped her grinding buttocks upward, letting her whole supercharged body twist as the orgasmic juices continued to spray, making their way inside of Curt's mouth.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her aroused pussy, he licked his lips with dramatic satisfaction.
"You see, even you didn't realize how badly you needed that," he told her.
"You're so very right," Sherry nodded smilingly. "That was a refreshing little interlude. So now I'll just get up, put my clothes back on and leave. And I thank you very much."
Curt could hardly believe what he was hearing. He gestured angrily down toward his thick, elongated cock.
"Take a look at this," he growled. "I need some action. I need some action fast."
"Come on now," she laughed. "You can jerk off."
"Fuck you," Curt barked angrily.
"Darling, let's not have any childish tantrums," she chided him.
"Childish tantrums, my ass," Curt exploded. "I'm gonna show you a thing or two. You do need to be dominated. Damned, you need it so bad and I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna see to it that you're fucked as you've never been fucked. And you're gonna do everything my way, sweetheart. It's all gonna be done to please me."
"Let me go," Sherry said.
"To hell with you," her lover exploded.
Curt reached down with both hands, driving them dramatically against her buttocks as he once again listened to the crackling sounds of his flesh coming into contact with hers. She began to sob tearfully, feeling the great sensations of pain from the contact with his fingers against her red sore buttocks.
"Let me go," she said. "You beast, you bastard. Ohhh, you beast."
Curt removed his fingers from her buttocks. He pushed them with authority toward her head. His fingers reached out and began to pull at her hair, forcing her head down as she fell from the sofa and landed on the rug.
Now she was forced to look up at Curt and his long, steaming cock was poised menacingly only a few inches away from her mouth.
"You're gonna suck me off," Curt said. "You act like a damned spoiled little cunt. I guess you just haven't met the right guy, somebody who can dominate you and let you know just how little you really are worth."
"You're terrible," she said in a defeated tone.
"Oh, no, I'm not. I'm a pretty wise, shrewd guy. I know where it's at. So come on, sweetheart, you're gonna start sucking me. You're gonna push that hot tongue of yours forward. You're gonna let it start grinding against my prick. Come on, start moving your tongue up and down it. Work it real nice."
She grimaced as Curt kept tugging on her hair, working his fingers against it more relentlessly than before.
"Come on, I expect some cock sucking," Curt growled with mounting impatience. "You're gonna eat my long cock. Your tongue is gonna drive up and down the full length of it. Suck me off. You're gonna suck me. You're gonna eat my dick. Come on, start eating it. Suck, suck, suck."
As Curt began to tighten his grip on her blond strands of hair, his helpless victim pushed her tongue forward. She allowed it to begin grinding up and down the full length of his thick, bulbous shaft.
"That's the way I want it," Curt said. "Come on, Sherry. You're nothing more than a cock-sucking bitch. That's what you are, a little bitch. You act like you're so damned important. All your women's lib horse shit. Well, you can shove it as far as I'm concerned. Come on, just move that tongue of yours. I want to explode. I'm gonna explode. All the juices are gonna spray. They're gonna shoot out of my long, hot prick and into your mouth."
CHAPTER TEN
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.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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 love-sick 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.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
An excited Curt pulled the turgid flesh of the voluptuous Sherry's clitoris taut. His teeth gently clamped around the base of the erogenous flesh. She thought momentarily that he was going to bite it off at the roots. Instead his teeth held her clitoris firmly anchored as he stretched the flesh and whipped it with his carefully caressing tongue.
Sherry's firm, warm, white hips convulsed as the massaging finger kept on eagerly shoving its way inside of her asshole. In spite of the bonds, she continued to maintain movement in her hips and ass. Sherry tumbled her hips in a sinuous gyration as fires of passion ignited throughout her warm cuntal valley. The glow ignited sparks throughout her whole body.
The steady throbbing in Sherry's pussy became more intense as lancing shivers jabbed into every erogenous part of her. The lascivious turbulence palpitating in her grew more intense as Curt's mouth tantalized the budding node of her quiveringly erect flesh, maintaining her in an exhilarated state of licentious excitation.
"Ohhh, keep me going," she groaned, rocking her hips in cadence to his erotic stimulation.
Sherry crushed her pussy closer to his sensual mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool was swirling inside of her agitated nest as her pulse quickened. The height of her arousal was at its peak and she was in a state of ecstatic abandon. The throes of a violent voluptuous thrill clutched her.
She loved the sturdy tongue lickings. Curt kept on grinding his insistently pressing red digit into her, utilizing her clitoris in the manner of a slippery, wet fish. The longer and faster that he sent his wet scarlet tongue inside of her, the hotter that she became as she could almost taste her own juice shooting into her mouth instead of out of her cunt.
Anticipating the great moment of orgasm, she flung her firm, velvety legs back and forth as Curt's textured tongue kept brushing her musky scented pussy with strong lapping strokes.
The beautiful Sherry was now in a transition state, going from ecstatic joy and into erotic fervor. A giant colored wheel turned in her head. The ecstasy was a mild shade of blue. As the lustful inebriation increased, the color changed to purple and then, finally, into a flaming red.
The tantalizing pressure of his surging tongue came at her in a frenzy, squeezing her venereal entrails. Deep within her blazing cunt, the throbbing delirium of climax increased.
"Ohhh, ahhh," she squealed with great delight. "Suck me harder, Curt. I can feel the juice. Ohhh, it's almost there. It's gonna spray out of me. What a wonderful, delightful feeling."
His finger steadily massaged her anal canal with faster pistoning strokes. His lascivious mouth made greedy sucking sounds as he pushed her ever nearer to the point of a throbbing, dramatic orgasm.
The voluptuous thrill of a fermenting orgasm enveloped Sherry. Her buttocks kept on twisting with methodical zest as she moved toward that tense, fulfilling moment. Suddenly an orgasmic skyrocket exploded inside of her. She shuddered as the multi-colors exfoliated in her brain.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I'm shooting," she sighed. "Ooooh, it's like the fourth of July. Ahhh, it's all shooting. Darling, ohhh, swallow it. Yes, get every drop."
Her pelvis restlessly squirmed in a series of frantic concentric gyrations. Sherry's crotch was pushed harder against Curt's face as the droplets of her blazing orgasmic tirade continued, sending forth a torrent of turbulent juices.
"Keep on sucking me, ohhhh, suck me," she repeated in ecstatic approval. "I'm shooting again. Ohhh, keep it up. Ohh, I'm gushing."
Sherry was experiencing her orgasmic roller-coaster ride. There was the long ride up and the sudden plummet. Screaming as if the air was whipping at her hair and face, the tremendous force striking her entrails, almost pushing it through her throat.
Her body went suddenly limp, exhausted by the strain. A coat of misty-sheened perspiration covered her whole body. She caught the scent of her own sweat.
All the while, Curt continued to suck at her blazing cunt. He was determined to eagerly extract every droplet of her flaming fluid from her passion pit and she loved hearing the loud slurping sounds that emanated from him as he dramatically and eagerly sought to capture every droplet.
Eventually Curt eased his tongue upward from her wet, enthralled pussy. He loved the fact that he had once more tasted the beautiful Sherry, but now all he could think about was satisfying his long, sturdy cock, which needed some immediate sensual attention. She watched as he, reached down and began to tug at the rubbery base of his blood-engorged phallus, the blue veins of which stood out ever so prominently.
"Now I'm gonna teach you something new," he smiled.
"Darling, what are you gonna suggest?" she asked.
"I'm not gonna suggest anything, honey. Just remember that. I don't suggest. I command."
"You're such a take-charge guy. You're so dominant."
"You're damned right I am. And I know how to fuck you. I know just how to give you the proper amount of attention. I'm gonna fuck you until you don't know whether you're coming or going."
"You really do sound like a nasty man."
"Have you ever had it up between your buns? Inside your asshole?"
"You've got to be demented," she looked at him, her body quivering with fear.
"Hell, there's nothing that I wouldn't do when I get steamed up enough. Yes, I'm gonna fuck your asshole."
"Oh, please, let's not go into that," she began to sob. "You'll kill me with that hard cock of yours."
"No, I'll just sting you a little with it, but it'll all come out beautifully in the end."
"Oh, please, not that. Don't fuck my ass. Nobody had ever done that. I mean, that's the ultimate humiliation."
"No, it's not. It's the ultimate enjoyment. Feeling a long, steady cock pushing deep inside of your asshole. Yes, you'll love it. You really will."
"Oh, no. Ohh, no, don't do it. Please, don't be such a terrible beast. You can act like such a bastard. Oh, no, don't do it to me."
"I'm gonna do it to you. Furthermore, you're gonna end up thanking me for doing it."
"No, don't," she shrieked.
"Here I go," Curt laughed.
Curt reached out with both hands, allowing them to land with crackling impact against her firm, fleshy buttocks. She began to sob, her face contorting with pain as he slapped her time and again, delivering his fingers with sturdy, stinging impact as he let them cannonade against her warm ass flesh.
"Oh, no, don't hurt me anymore," she begged. "Ohhh, Curt, you can be such a bastard. You can be so cruel. Oh, don't be so cruel to me. Please, ohhh, please, let me go."
"This is great discipline," an undaunted Curt replied. "Oh, do I ever love slapping at these ass cheeks. This is such a nice feeling. Damned, ohhh, they're getting nice and red."
The redder that Sherry's ass cheeks became, the harder that the determined Curt slapped repeatedly as her whole body trembled under the devastating impact of his ringing hands coming into steady contact with her buttocks.
Now that Curt had reddened her ass cheeks considerably with his stinging spanking attack, he reached out with both hands and allowed his fingers to encircle the globes of her firm flesh. She grimaced once more, closing her eyes tightly as he kneaded and clenched with his fingers against the pulsating flesh.
"It's gonna be the same way with your asshole," he told her. "You're gonna hurt some, sure you are, but it's gonna be the same thing as getting fucked up the cunt after you get used to it. As a matter of fact, you'll enjoy the pain. I know that you will. You're a real bitch."
"Why is that you always like calling me that?"
"Because I'm reminding you of what you are. You want to be known as a bitch. Admit it."
"I don't know what to admit to anymore," a confused Sherry shook her head. "All I knew was that I had this tremendous impulse to call you. To have you come over here. Now I don't know why."
"Like hell you don't," he chuckled. "You want my hard cock. You want me to fuck you. You just have to be coaxed a little."
Once again his fingers dug in ever so tightly against the firm folds of her warm ass flesh. When he finally removed his fingers, Curt licked his lips and smiled sadistically.
"Well, here we go," he said.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Curt reached out with the first three fingers of his right hand.
With stiff, decisive penetration, he ground his sturdy finger forward and allowed it to plunge its way ever so solidly inside of her tight, vulnerable asshole."
Instinctively Sherry responded by wiggling her buttocks and soon she precipitated a wild crescendo of movement as her buttocks bounced up and down on the mattress, prompting some loud, jangling sounds on the part of the bed springs. All the while he could hear her grunting and that made him finger fuck her that much faster as he kept flinging his sturdy fingers forward, sliding them inside of her asshole.
"Ouch, ohhh, you're hurting me," she said. "You damned maniac. You really love to fling your fingers inside of my asshole. Ohh, I can't get over what you're doing to me."
"Of course you can't," Curt laughed. "You've never had anything like this before. But this truly is the start of something big."
"Ohhh, like a big pain in my ass."
"Be patient, darling," he smiled. "Even though there's plenty of pain there, there's a whole lot more sensation to be derived. Oh, damned, I love flinging my fingers inside of your ass pit. This is giving me quite a feeling."
He loved the sweltering tightness of his fingers ever so steadily plunging into the tiny hairless cleft of her anal channel. The harder that he plunged, the louder that the groans became as he slammed his finger inside of her rubbery rectum. Soon her legs began to kick back and forth in a reflex action as he kept up his steadily cannonading finger movements, grinding them ever so rapidly as he pushed them hard and fast into the quivering depths of her asshole.
"Ohhh, you're a sadistic bastard," she groaned. "You love hurting me. I can see the satisfaction written all over your face. That broad smile. It shows just how much you love it. It shows how much you love hurting me."
"I'm just getting you ready," he grinned. "I'm getting you set for a truly wild fuck. When I start blasting ahead with my big long dick. Am I ever gonna slam it hard inside of your asshole. Oh, damned, I'm gonna grind it so hard that you're not gonna be able to take it. But after you give me some of your bawling like a spoiled child you'll love it. That's when you'll be begging for more. That's then the real bitch will show up. The bitch that I know exists within you."
"You're dreadful," she sobbed as some salty tears rolled down her reddened cheeks.
"You want it, you know damned well you do," he told her confidently. "You want a nice plunging penis to stampede up between your hot buns. You need it more than anything. And I'm gonna make sure I give it to you."
His fingers kept on quickly thundering forward, grinding their way with solid, precise impact as he pushed and twisted with them as they made their way inside the inner folds of her compliant anal flesh. The more quickly that he pried his finger inside of her, the more compliant she became, even though she still occasionally let out a loud groan and shed some tears from the quick, convincing stabs that he sent forth with his sturdy, grinding finger thrusts.
"How I love this," he chuckled. "Oh, damned, I really love finger fucking you."
The wild crescendo of movement continued as he pushed and plunged ever so crunchingly with his fingers, driving them even deeper as they worked their way into her sphincter muscle. After several more plunging thrusts, Curt finally released his finger from her besieged asshole. He heard the sigh of relief that greeted his action.
"Please, no more," she begged. "Don't fuck my asshole. It was bad enough with you fingering it. Oh, darling, don't fuck me there."
"Quiet down now," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck your asshole."
He reached down and let his arms encircle his lover's thighs, holding her legs upright. He grabbed at her legs and pulled them back toward him, straddling her while his breathing became exceedingly heavy.
Even though Sherry was desperately fearful of having her anus penetrated by Curt's stinging cock, the beautiful blonde felt the elastic flesh yield as he grabbed hold of her firm, trembling thighs.
"Here I go," he smiled. "I'm gonna give you quite a fuck."
Even though she was as fearful of getting her ass fucked as she had ever been over anything in her entire life, Sherry still felt waves of lascivious anticipation thundering through her body over the impending fuck that she was about to experience. Once more she felt her elastic flesh yielding as he thickly penetrated her with the rubbery nub end of his hard, surging organ.
"Ohhh, ohhh, damned, that hurts," she grunted painfully.
All she got out of Curt was loud laughter. His body tightened as he pushed his prick forward once more, entering her a second time, licking his lips with wanton delight at the snug fit of his blood-engorged prick inside of her tight anus.
Even though some tears were involuntarily rolling down both sides of Sherry's face, she prevented herself from bursting into loud cries of protest. She knew that if she leveled such protests that he would only make it that much tougher on her with the sturdy penis friction that he was getting set to deliver with every firm, penetrating stab.
"What an asshole," Curt sighed. "I don't want to go too fast. Hell, if I move too quickly, then I'm gonna juice. Oh, damned, I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna really fuck your wild ass. I'm gonna condition you step by step."
He parted her buttocks slightly with his fingers as he pushed his stiff, sturdy dagger into her rectum once more. The sensitive flesh felt the hard, decisive penetration of his ramming organ.
"Ooooh, damned, you're so tight," he grunted. "This is a fuck. Ooooh, just the kind of fantastic screw I love."
He loved watching the sight of his own sturdy, blue-veined spear disappearing ever deeper inside of his victim's twisting anus. Instinctively she whipped her hips and ass cheeks from side to side in a crescendo of wild activity. As she did she kept on receiving his hot, plunging stabs as he pushed his fiery, fluid-filled member that much closer to the point of a lascivious climax.
While he kept on driving his burning rod inside of her velvety, rubbery rectum, his bloated testicles kept on scraping against the nether cheeks of her ass. That provided him with a little extra satisfaction as his bulbous cock kept on tearing away at her sphincter muscle, driving with erotic delight as he sped his way that much faster toward a climax.
Even though Sherry's ass was burning with pain, she did her best to wriggle her hips in tandem with his thrusting cock. She managed to derive some salacious movement and soon she was actually finding that she was enjoying what was happening. Sherry recalled what Curt had told her. Ever so confidently he had predicted that she would actually enjoy that kind of action, even though she proclaimed originally that she would hate it. Pain and all, there was something wantonly enjoyable and lewdly pleasant about the act of having her ass fucked.
In response to her sinuous hip gyrations the determined Curt fucked her sore anus that much quicker. The penile shuttle continued at a fast pace as he picked up his beat and synchronized his steady cock strokes with his victim's surging hip movements.
Sherry kept feeling the friction of his tight, ever-pistoning shaft. She heard the loud, heavy breathing emanating from him as he worked his way with fiery precision, grinding his cock inside of her asshole.
"Ohhh, ohhh, what a fuck you are," he sighed.
His hammering cock kept tapping against her asshole as his fleshy testicles scraped against her twisting ass cheeks. His breathing became considerably shorter, turning into a series of grunts and gasps as he exerted more effort. The deep, rasping grunts vibrated in his chest as he kept up his salient stabbing pace, grinding his lascivious prick into the innermost depths of her ravaged asshole.
All the while Sherry felt the frantic turbulence growing. Her body had turned into a libidinous volcano ready to erupt at any moment. At the start, the penile stimulation had elicited gasps of pain from her, followed by gentle murmurs. But as the intensity grew, Sherry found herself becoming more animated as she emitted a series of loud, animalish mewls.
"Ooooh, ohhh, fuck me," she begged. "I can't get over it. Ohhh, the way you're slamming your cock. Ohhh, the way you're grinding it into me. Keep on fucking me. Keep on grinding your hot dick. Slam it inside of me."
She did her best to move in vigorous response to his steadily pistoning thrusts. As her hips kept on grinding with feverish delight, a perverse exuberance took hold of the beautiful blonde.
"Fuck me, come on and fuck me," she gasped. "Come on, give me more. Ohhh, I can feel your hot cock inside of me. Harder, harder, faster, faster. I am a bitch. Ohhh, I'm happy to be a bitch. I'm happy to be your bitch, darling. Keep fucking me."
His cock kept tearing into her fleshy anal sheath as his pounding shaft made her wonder just how deeply he would break through. A sensual voluptuousness streamed through her overwrought body. Sherry's pores were saturated with the piquant erotic stimulation. Her lustful passion was attaining a feverish peak.
As her body squirmed helplessly and she became enveloped in a misty sheen of sweat, she knew that she could not hold out any longer. The helpless waves of passion inside of her quivering vagina told her that it was time for her to explode her juices.
"Ohhh, ohhh, I can't hold it anymore," she sighed. "Yes, ohhh, I just have to shoot. The stuff has just got to spill out of me. Ooooh, ahhh, how I love it. I'm helpless. Ohhh, I'm helpless as long as you keep on fucking me."
It was a primitive savage cry that beautiful Sherry uttered. A mixture of emotion that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval and he was basking in the enjoyment of all that was happening. It was great to know that he was dominating her in just the fashion that he wanted to as she suddenly tilted her head back against the floor and cried out once more in lustful exaltation.
At that moment, Curt could feel the waves of excitement building in his bulbous cock and in his cannonading balls, which kept on scraping in all of their lewd splendor against the nether cheeks of her ass.
"Ohhh, I'm close, too," he said.
"Let's make it as close together as we can," she begged.
Curt's jackhammer cock kept on riding her ever so deeply, grinding its way into the passionate depths of her helpless asshole. Even though it was torn and ravished with pain, the beautiful Sherry was not about to utter so much as one complaint. No, she was enjoying it much too much and now he was working his way ever closer to a bruising climax, when the droplets of his pouring white semen would flood her anal passage.
"Ahhh, tear me up," she said. "I want it, ohhh, I want it."
At that instant, the spasmic emissions from his stinging cock split into her rectal sheath. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker and as the flood tide of his stiff, white juice kept on spraying into her anus, Sherry's body wiggled that much more passionately.
As the final few droplets of Curt's spurting orgasmic liquid sprayed from the end of his stinging cock, he reached down and made a solid grab for her warm, fleshy ass cheeks. The tighter that he pressed and squeezed with his fingers as they grabbed hold of her flesh, the greater his awareness as to just what he had accomplished with this beautiful blonde. Step by step he had acclimated her into different phases of fucking until, finally, she now had reached the ultimate point at which she no longer was afraid to do anything.
He removed his now flaccid cock from her still-quivering asshole after the final few droplets of his penis fluid had escaped from the rubbery tip of his ecstatic organ. Curt patted his lover's ass cheeks and smiled broadly.
"Well, what do you think of it all now?" he asked.
"I'm exhausted," Sherry shook her head, mopping some sweat from her brow as she yawned. "I can't get over what's happening to me. I mean, it all happened so fast."
"Of course it did. And on top of that I guess you realize that it took a lot to get you to this point. I mean, I really had to do a lot of talking before I could get you interested in an ass fuck."
"Hell, you took me by force."
"That's what I mean," he nodded slowly. "So are you now beginning to think that there are things just as important if not more so than winning a case in court or preparing an excellent brief?"
"Yes, I'm coming to that conclusion," Sherry said wearily. "Of course, my whole head's still spinning and I feel a headache coming on."
"I wonder why that is."
"Well, it's just one of those things. I guess a gal can only just take so much. You had me up on a cloud. I just couldn't get over it. I mean, the way that you hammered me with your hard, driving cock. I just couldn't believe it. Even while I was feeling those tremendous waves of pain, I still found myself loving it."
"Don't find all of this so unusual," Curt told her philosophically. "I guess you remember the time that you lost your cherry. You probably had mixed feelings about that, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I guess you're right. What you're saying is that a person has to go through different phases and that in the beginning it's only natural for somebody to be afraid."
"There's nothing that we fear more than the unknown," Curt said.
"It's a funny thing. You're sounding so mature now. I always thought of you as such an immature punk before."
"I guess that was because you didn't take the time to really get to know me."
"I guess that was it. I mean, I thought that you were just after my body or something like that. Of course, that's the way it appears to be. I guess that's what you were after."
"That's right, essentially that's true, even though you have a good mind. But I can't fuck your mind. I can only fuck your body. Hell, you took a lot of this women's lib stuff just too seriously."
"Please don't rub that into me anymore," Sherry laughed.
"Okay, I won't rub anything into you," Curt said as he slowly eased his now tired body up from the bed. "Let's just say that we enjoyed each other's company beautifully. Let's leave it at that."
"Fine with me," Sherry concurred. "Just one thing."
"What's that?"
"Don't ever let your dad know just what has been happening between us."
"What kind of a nut do you think I am?" Curt laughed. "That guy's so damned straight-laced it's disgusting."
"Just like I used to be."
"Like you used to be before you wised up."
"You mean, before you made me wise up."
"Perhaps that is a better way of putting it, but I've got to give you some credit, too."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Curt felt a little melancholy during the following day.
The thing that bothered him so much was that his semester break from law school would soon be ending and he would have to return to Virginia and his busy law school curriculum. Even though he had spent a good deal of time studying at home, boning up for the following semester's work, he had fooled his father and mother through his wild sex escapades, which they were not the least bit aware of. It did give him a tremendous feeling of satisfaction to know that he had put something over on them. The more he let himself go, the greater the resentment he felt over the fact that he hadn't made that kind of move earlier. After all his parents were from the old, old school and had been constantly urging him to just toe the mark and concentrate on his school work, ignoring everything else about life.
He went to dinner with his parents that evening. His father reflected back on his experiences in law school and was giving Curt as much in the way of encouragement as he possibly could as far as his future was concerned.
Even though his father was talking in his most eloquent tones, Curt's mind wandered throughout the course of the entire meal. The big reason stemmed from the fact that his gorgeous young sister Barbara was sitting right next to him. Several times his leg moved over and scraped against hers, sending trembling waves of anticipation through his whole body, particularly focused in his cock, which became immediately erect every time that he touched her in any way. How he wanted her. Curt would have given anything to have been alone with his young sister at that moment, rather than to be where he was, at a restaurant with his folks.
When they got back home, Curt immediately went to bed. He tossed and turned ever so restlessly as he lay there perspiring under the sheets. After he had dampened them significantly, he reached down with both hands and ever so desperately grabbed hold of the firm base of his bulbous shaft. His fingers began to move smoothly up and down the sturdy length of his elongated pole and the more briskly that his fingers came into contact with his seething cock, the greater the excitement that generated throughout his whole body.
As Curt's heart palpitated wildly, he began to think about that gorgeous hunk of young woman who was sleeping just down the hall from him. Damned but he wanted to send his long, surging cock up between her legs and into the velvety warmth of her scintillating pussy, which he had fucked so convincingly. It made him feel good to know that he had been the man to break his young sister's cherry. The thing he liked best about that was the manifestation of boldness on his part. For a guy who had spent most of his life in his father's shadow and who had been attempting to carve out his own niche in the field of law, he had certainly made a strong forward move. With that momentous achievement, he saw himself moving out of the old shell that he had immersed himself in for so long. Now he was a ball-breaking stud and he wanted so badly to fuck young Barbara.
As his fingers kept gliding up and down the sturdy length of his steely penis, Curt closed his eyes and let his vivid sexual imagination take over. As his fingers pumped along the surface of his blood-engorged spear, he observed Barbara lying there beneath him, just begging for him to send his steaming cudgel into the inner tightness of her pink, moist slit.
While he observed her nakedly splayed legs widen, he got a good look at her hair-fringed fissure. His fingers reached down and slowly teased the smooth tufts of rust-colored pubic hair. When he finally released his fingers from her pubic tresses, all he could think of was sending his cannonading cock into the inner depths of her quivering cunt.
He loved observing her seething dampness and as her undulating hips started to grind, he became only too well aware of the destiny that confronted him. He was going to fuck his beautiful sister's pussy with his quick, sweeping strokes.
"Oh, damned, I'm gonna fuck your cunt," he called out to her.
Barbara extended her legs even wider than before and now her older brother was plunging his proud, sturdy organ forward, allowing it to make its first lightning contact inside of her moist womanhood. His sturdy, blood-engorged pole continued to drive at a slashing pace, twisting relentlessly as he rammed it inside of her warm, inviting cunt. He loved the way that her cuntal muscles instinctively tightened and as they did her legs kicked back and forth in a mounting wave of frenzy as he propelled his stinging cock inside of her velvety cuntal sheath. All the while he was pushing his way that much nearer to the state of an invigorating explosion, when the thundering white lightning would spray from the tip of his bulbous cock and into her warm, wet, pink slit.
"Ohhh, darling, what a fucker you are," Barbara called out breathlessly. "Ohh, keep on fucking me. Keep driving your cock. How I want it. Oh, my darling, how I want it."
As he kept pushing his stinging cock that much deeper inside of her emblazoned vagina, Curt reached down with his quivering fingers and made a grab for the firm folds of her buttocks flesh. His fingers sank solidly against the inviting flesh and as he held on tightly, he drove his blood-engorged spear into her with every ounce of seething energy that he possessed.
Barbara's trembling legs quivered more noticeably than ever as the spurting droplets of joyous pussy juice shot from her hot cunt. He kept on ramming his savage pole inside of her, listening to the squishing sounds that his stinging penis made as it pistoned its way with savage precision inside of the wet warmth of her orgasming vagina. He loved the combination of his steely, bulbous cock making contact with her fiery, highly wet cuntal sheath.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm really exploding," she sighed. "Darling, ohhh, keep fucking me. Yes, ohhh, explode your hot liquids. Come on, ohhh, let them splash. Let them spill inside of me. Ohhh, come on, you've got to go off."
As he found himself pushing ever closer to the moment of finality, Curt heaved a deep sigh, then released his fingers from his helpless lover's squirming buttocks. Drawing his hands back, he proceeded to slap her ever so vigorously, causing her to cry out with pain. The louder that she cried in response to his quick, sturdy finger efforts, the harder that he hammered as he sent his surging tool inside of the moist depths of her fiery triangle.
"Damned, ohhh, I'm so close now," he gulped.
Curt could feel the rising flood tide of passion in his seething balls as he kept on driving his fervent torpedo inside of her seething inner portals of womanhood. He slapped her several more times, then felt the scalding waves of passion attain their ultimate height. The hot droplets of his thick, white fluid began to spray from the end of his hard, mammoth cock as he exploded inside of her blazing cunt. Once again her cuntal muscles tightened under the stimulating thrusts that he sent inside of her.
His thick, exploding cock kept on pistoning sharply as he worked it inside of her wet, willing, velvety slit. A few quick thrusts later, the final few droplets of his hot white sperm sprayed from the end of his thundering joy stick.
"Ohhh, what fucking," he exclaimed. "How I love it. Oh, damned, are you ever something."
The sweaty, trembling Curt suddenly awakened, recognizing that it had all been a dream. In the meantime, however, he had gotten his rocks off through his steady finger manipulations.
Now he lay looking up at the ceiling. In the still darkness of his room, Curt recognized that before he left home to return to school, he would have to make at least another fervent attempt to entice his beautiful young sister into bed. She had made such a profound impression on him based on their one and only experience and now he was stoutly determined to go back for more, to achieve a second conquest with this gorgeous hunk of pulchritude.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The following evening Curt was convinced that opportunity had knocked.
His mother and father had tickets to go to a concert. They asked both Barbara and Curt if they wanted to attend with them, but Barbara had immediately declined.
"I'm kind of tired from studying hard on my school work," she explained. "I'd just as soon turn in early tonight. I do appreciate it, though."
"Well, what about you, Curt?" his father asked.
"I think I'll stay home and study myself," Curt said. "That and watch over sis."
"What a fine brother you have," Curt's mother looked over at Barbara and smiled.
"Yes, isn't he though," Barbara nodded, then looked over at Curt and shook her head.
Curt could hardly wait for dinner to end and for his folks to leave the house. As he sat at the table, his stiff, overactive penis was even more excited than it had been the evening before. He kept shifting his buttocks in the chair, ever so restless, anticipating the moment when he would be able to make his move toward his beautiful young sister.
When his folks finally left, Curt heaved a sigh of relief and his first response was to immediately confront his beautiful sister in her bedroom. After thinking about it for a few minutes, however, he decided that to rush that quickly might prove his undoing. He decided that it would be better instead to practice a little strategy and just sit tight for a little while, allowing his sister's curiosity to ignite.
Curt sat in the den watching some television for about an hour, but finally decided that he was unable to concentrate on the show. His thoughts were focused on his crotch and just how much enjoyment he could derive from his beautiful sister Barbara. All the same, he tried to watch the television program until it finally went off. He then shut off the set and walked up the stairs toward his sister's bedroom.
He looked down at his rock-hard dagger, then resisted the temptation to reach inside of his trousers and pull out his mammoth cock. No, he concluded, it would be just too bold a gesture to immediately pull out his lengthy phallus when he first confronted his beautiful young sister.
Curt decided to enter her room without knocking. As he walked inside, he observed her stretched out on the bed clad in a white blouse and light blue shorts. She was barefooted and was reading a school text book.
"Hello there, Barbara," he walked over toward the bed and smiled, peering down at her beautiful form.
"What are you doing, Curt?" she looked at him from her book. "I'm trying to study."
"Cut it out now," Curt laughed.
Curt reached down with his right hand, placing it solidly on top of his beautiful sister's shoulder.
"Why don't you let me take your clothes off right now," he said. "I need you. As a matter of fact, I haven't been able to think much of anything else the last two days. Hell, I jerked off last night in bed just thinking about you."
"Is that supposed to impress me?" she eyed him coldly.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Curt asked with disappointment.
"I just don't like your attitude, Curt. You practically raped me before. No practically about it. You did rape me. I didn't say anything about it to anybody and I just chalked it up to experience, but I don't want anything more to do with you. Get out of this room. Get out right now."
"It looks as if I'm gonna have a little battle on my hands," Curt grinned.
"Just get out," she raised her voice dramatically.
"Come on now, Barbara. Don't be so nasty. You know damned well you want it. You know damned well you want me."
"I don't know anything of the kind," she insisted. "Now just get out of here. Come on, get out of this room right now."
"I don't intend to do anything of the kind."
"I mean it. Get out and leave me alone. I have my studying to do."
"Screw your studying," Curt growled. "You get enough of that. Hell, it gets sickening, just people sitting around here studying. Yeah, dad would love that."
"Don't knock dad."
"I'll knock him when I think he deserves to be knocked," Curt said. "Now we're gonna have some fun. If you don't like it, well, then I guess I've just got to force you, but we're gonna do it. We're gonna screw. We're gonna have ourselves a magnificent fuck."
Curt determinedly threw himself down on top of the bed. He reached out ever so swiftly with his fingers, allowing them to quickly begin to unbutton her blouse. At first she twisted and squirmed, but Curt was able to subdue her as he ceased his unbuttoning efforts just long enough to reach out and grab her by the arms, throwing her down on top of the bed with a lurid plop.
"Cut out this nonsense," Curt said, his voice rising sharply. "You know you want to get fucked. Okay, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna really teach you who's boss. You're like any other little bitch. You want to be dominated."
"Let me alone," she panted.
"Like hell I will. Just quiet down, baby, because you're gonna get fucked."
Several brisk movements later, Curt was removing his beautiful sister's blouse. He reached out and quickly unbuckled the straps of her white brassiere. As he speedily tossed it aside, he moved his fingers downward and allowed them to plunge sharply against the firm furrows of her creamy, enticingly warm breasts.
"So damned firm," he gulped. "Just perfect for my fingers. Ahhh, how I love your beautiful tits."
Curt's next move was to reach down and make a grab for her blue shorts. Her legs kicked several times, but Curt remained undaunted, pulling and tugging at the shorts until she slid them off her legs and tossed them casually to the floor. After that all he had to do was remove her white panties and his fingers quickly found the elastic waistband. Several sharp, driving downward stabs later, he removed her panties, then reached out and made a grab for her thighs. She attempted once again to kick her way free, but Curt wasn't about to let her.
"I'm not taking any crap from you," he said. "I can see that you need a lesson. Okay, you're gonna be dominated, you little bitch, whether you like it or not."
Curt reached out with both hands, delivering several stinging slaps to her warmly voluptuous behind. The louder that she sobbed, the harder that his fingers crashed against her trembling flesh. When he finally stopped, he was set to proceed with the fuck. One way or another he was going to get things done in a manner that he felt was just and proper.
Suddenly it dawned on him just what he would like to do. On the other occasion he had fucked his little sister's cunt, breaking her cherry. Now he was looking forward to dominating her by driving his cock securely inside of her throat. He quickly unzipped his trousers, yanking out his firm, blood-engorged member. He heaved a sigh, then propelled his body swiftly forward. Before his helpless red-haired sister was able to fathom what was going on, Curt had already pushed his stiff, steely prong inside of her mouth.
"Oh, damned, what a throat fuck," he sighed. "Am I ever gonna slam my prick inside of you. Oooh, ahhh, this is so good. Am I ever gonna fuck you."
He grunted and twisted his pistoning hips back and forth, continuing to drive his speedily cannonading cock into the innermost depths of her ravaged mouth. Barbara's face turned pale as her eyes rolled and she lay there in a state of delirium, helpless under the steady onslaught of his driving cock. He pushed his fingers downward, letting them twist sharply against the crinkly flesh of her distended nipples. Even though she was being besieged against her own wishes and was completely petrified of her brother, there was still something in the way of excitement that couldn't help but surface within her beautiful body as he kept on brutally stabbing her with his stinging spear, letting it slash and slide as it propelled into the innermost depths of her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, I'm about off," he gasped. "I wanted to control it, ohhh, but there's no way that I can. This is just too much. Ohhh, it's all gonna spray. What a fuck this is."
He removed his fingers from her warm, crinkly breasts and again began to slap at her buttocks. He liked listening to the stinging sounds of flesh meeting flesh as his cock drove into the innermost depths of her mouth. Pretty soon he was unable to hold back the seething flood tide of thick white penis juice that had to explode from the rubbery tip of his inflamed cock.
"Ohhh, here I go," Curt said. "Ohhh, my rod's on fire. Ahhh, damned, how I love spanking your ass."
He let out a loud grunt and as he did he watched the tempestuous juices begin to explode from the tip of his rubbery, bulbous shaft.
"Why do you want to do this to me?" Barbara asked tearfully, once her brother had finished exploding his load.
"Sis, let's just call this a spanker's holiday," he smiled. "I guess there's a storm that's been brewing within me for a long time. I just needed to get my rocks off. There was just something about spanking that behind of yours that I couldn't resist. Not only that, but you got yourself some meaningful experience. Tell me something. Was it really all that bad when I fucked your mouth?"
"In some ways it felt terrible," she looked into his eyes, "but in other ways ... well, I guess I've got to admit it. I got excited."
"Sure you did, honey," he winked. "Your big brother is gonna be leaving for school again in a couple of days. This was his last fling and damned, I really enjoyed it. Who knows what'll happen once I get back to Virginia. Maybe the old ball-busting stud will cut loose on some coeds. At any rate, I sure as hell had me a blast here."
