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Chapter 3b


That weekend was a repeat of the above, and the following two weeks.  About
the third or fourth 'session' together, I fucked her.  Nothing special, but I
did tease her to the fullest; pulling out after a couple minutes of hard
stroking into her I would then kiss her pussy, pulling and nipping at her
engorged lips.I did learn a few things about her.  First by fucking her
hard from behind I learned she would put up with pain in her pussy.  From her
facial expression and the difference in her little whimpers and grunts I
could tell that my prick was hitting her cervix, causing more pain than
pleasure.  So she has enough of a submissive streak to allow a man to plow
into her, causing pain, and yet she won't say a word?  All the better for
what I had in mind for her!  Second, I learned she really hadn't been taught
a proper blow job and definitely thought anal sex was not her cup of tea.

 "Like this?" she asked as she looked into my eyes and then lightly drew the
very tip of her tongue from my scrotum up to the head of my cock before
sucking in her cheeks and slowly pushing her mouth onto me.

"You are getting a tad better," I teasingly said, my left hand supporting my
head as I looked down at her, my right entwined in her hair to keep it out of
the way of my view.

I was working with my 'student' on her blow job technique.  I explained to
her how I liked to be teased; working her tongue and lips all around my dick,
balls, and inner thighs.  Then she could softly suck on me, working her lips
up and down my shaft.  Alternate this with more teasing, sometimes softly
engulfing one of my nuts in her mouth.As I began to hump my hips against
her and pull her head into my crotch, she should then start her usual 'skull
fucking' technique; lips covering teeth, cheeks sunken, and tongue sliding
under my shaft.  As I neared to my orgasm I would violently push my hips up
towards her mouth and push her head hard onto my throbbing cock.

"Mmmmffff...."

I let her up for a breath of air.

"Uhhh....please don't do that," she pleaded as she gasped in big breaths of
air.  "I can't breath and it gags me."

I could tell it was gagging her as tears had sprung to her eyes.  I stroked
her cheek with my hand and brushed away the tear under her right eye.

"I know," I said in my most soothing voice, "but you've got to learn how to
take it all the way in.  Relax your throat muscles and breathe through your
nose.  When a guy is so close, it feels the best when you take it all the way
in."

Actually, to me it wasn't the feel that was the best part of the finale.  It
was the look on her face as she was clearly in distress.  I could see the
confusion on her face as the tears leapt to her eyes as I pushed her down
hard onto my cock.  She was fighting not to gag and push away from me, but
everything in her submissive little psyche told her she needed to put up with
this.  God, I love chicks with low self-esteem!

"Please," I pleaded, trying to keep the smirk from my face, "finish me.  You
were getting so good at it."

She clearing wasn't looking forward to sucking me more, but she bent her head
to the task.  Luckily she was looking at my dick so she didn't see the evil
leer on my face as she once again sucked my cock between her lips.

As she once again moved me near to cumming, I wrapped her dark hair in my
grip and fairly slammed her head down onto me.As I felt the familiar pull
start to work its way from deep in my guts, I pushed her all the way onto my
dick.  She screwed her eyes shut, the tears streaming down her face.  I left
her there as cum poured from my cock.  She made gulping and gagging noises as
she attempted to swallow it all, but some leaked past her lips.  Her face was
red from lack of oxygen and her discomfort from trying not to gag.  I could
feel that I was finished cumming but I shoved her even further into my pubic
hair.  When she finally couldn't help but succumb to her natural survival
instincts and her hands began to push against my stomach I abruptly released
her.

She pushed her self up and hung her head down as she gasped.  The tears had
made little streaks from her red eyes to her chin.  I squeezed my eyes shut
and sucked in the air, shuddering.  I can cum without so much as changing my
facial expression or uttering a sound.But I had to play up how good she was
getting at her blow jobs.  I wanted her to feel that she was just so sexy and
enticing.

"Jesus," I gasped, "mmmm....Keri, that was so fucking awesome!

"I'm really sorry if I started to get excited, but you felt so good I
couldn't help myself."

"Really," she said in a little timid voice as she looked up at me.  I could
see some hope spring to her face.  I could read the thoughts going through
her mind, 'He really did like it.  Even though I don't like to do it, I get
acceptance from him.'

"Oh yeah, babe.  That was about the best I have ever had."

"Well, thank you," she replied as she wiped at her lips where some of my cum
had dribbled down her chin.

I applied a slight amount of pressure to the back of her neck.

"Would you mind cleaning me off," I asked in my best little boy voice."It
feels so good when you do that after I've cum and settled down."  Another
lie; the idea of a woman cleaning all the remnants of my sperm from my cock
was so servile on her part and exciting to me.

"Mmmmmm...."  I looked down at the top of her head as she eagerly bent to the
task.  Oh what a wicked web we weave!

This went on for about three weeks.  By the last week I was paying very
little attention to her sexual gratification.  I would roughly fuck her,
usually taking her from behind and when I knew she wasn't yet wet enough. 
She would try to hide the little grunts of pain but I was always listening
for them.  Frequently I would unzip my pants at our little study sessions and
then pull her head to my cock for some quick head.  She never could quite
learn how not to gag, so she would always end with tears streaming down her
face.

I recognized that she was becoming angry with me at her growing sexual
frustration.  Rule number one - never let her become completely satisfied! 
The bitches will walk all over you and take you for granted.

One morning after I had spent the night, fucking her twice, she woke in a
very surly mood, stomping around the house as she went to cook breakfast and
take a shower.Once during the night I had fucked her hard from behind,
grabbing her hips and slamming into her.  She asked if we could do it from
the front, as it was starting to hurt.I whispered in her ear how great she
felt and since I was so close, could I please just finish.  She nodded her
head yes and then hung it down as she prepared for the pain she knew would
come.  I didn't want to disappoint her, so I purposely thought of anything to
keep from cumming and extend the length of her torture.  I viciously hammered
into her cunt.The muscles of her shoulders and back tightened as she tried
to endure the pain silently.  As I began to cum I arched back and forced my
dick as hard into her as I could.  I could hear her mumbling something about
"not so hard, please" but I only made loud grunting noises so she would think
I was too caught up to hear her.

I could tell she was angry with me, but her submissive streak really kept her
from blaming me for her unhappiness.  She probably wasn't entirely sure in
her mind of why she wasn't so happy.  But I knew; first she had been
deliriously happy as I paid strict attention to her pleasure.  But after a
week or two of this I had begun to slowly ignore her pleasure for my own.  We
were still fucking constantly, and I would still bring her to orgasm, but the
hours of massages and foreplay were only a fond memory for her.  Her mind
didn't comprehend what the change was.But she knew something wasn't right. 
The fact that her school work wasn't going so easily frustrated her and
masked the sexual problem.

As she stormed into the bedroom, toweling her hair with only her bathrobe on,
I grabbed her around the waist and planted a kiss on her.

"Not now," she angrily said as she pushed against my shoulders.

"Shut the fuck up," I growled as I pushed her down onto the bed.  Before she
could say anything else, I had pushed her thighs apart and was furiously
licking at her cunt.

"Mmmm...." She sucked in her breath through her teeth as I then began to
roughly nibble at her clit.  Within one minute she was bucking her hips up
against me, squeezing my ears against my head with her thighs as she began
her now familiar crying that signaled the beginning of her orgasm.  I had
purposely made sure the night before she wasn't allowed to cum.  Now all the
pent-up sexual energy rushed through her shaking body.

After she had settled down and was staring at the ceiling, I lay beside her,
looking down on her as I supported myself on one arm.  With the other hand I
closed her robe and tied the tie.  I kissed her on the cheek.

"What was that for," she asked, plainly confused but happy.

"Well, you were sooo good last night, and you seemed so frustrated this
morning, worrying about how bad you're doing in class," I whispered in her
ear.  I wanted to rub in her inadequacies in class but reinforcing what she
thought was her growing sexual prowess, "that I wanted to do something to
take your mind off of it and make you feel good to start your day."  Am I
just a damn good liar or what?

"Thank you, very much," she said as she turned towards me and planted a nice
kiss on my lips.  The last two weeks of getting fucked in her sore cunt and
enduring blow jobs that made her gag and came when she wasn't the least bit
in the mood flew out of her mind.  It was replaced with the thought that I
was so thoughtful and kind towards her.  She fairly floated around the room
as she picked out clothes and put her books in her bag.

I sat on the bed watching her dress.

"Come here," I ordered as she had just slipped her faded jeans over her hips
and over the skimpy pair of flower-covered bikini panties.  She had on a
black bra and on the chair next to her was a flannel shirt she planned on
wearing.

As she stood between my legs I pulled her towards me and softly nibbled at
her stomach.  Looking up at her with my saddest puppy dog eyes I trace one
finger under the wire of her bra.

"Keri," I softly said, "your tits are so beautiful, and I love to see them
bounce when you walk.  So would you please wear that white tie-up shirt with
nothing on underneath?Please."

I could see the first flash of annoyance cross her face.  She really loved
the shirt I was describing.  But it was definitely not something to be worn
without a bra.Slut or not she did have a few standards.  But the pleading
look on my face and the thought of what I had just done for her only ten
minutes ago must have convinced her that she should do it.  Her face relaxed
into a smile as she said "sure" and reached behind her to undo her bra.  She
leaned forward, placing her tits right at my mouth's level as she threw the
bra onto the bed.  She softly moaned as I lightly sucked first the left, then
the right tit as both hands grabbed and mauled her ass.

SMACK!  A slap on her ass and I pulled my mouth from her titties.

"You had better get going before you make me do something you don't have time
for."  Actually, my dick wasn't even close to erect.  But I made her think
she was turning me on so much.Little did she know I was at my hardest when
she was whimpering in pain, her eyes screwed shut as she endured another hard
fucking.

"Sure," she said with a little kiss and a wink, before crossing over to the
closet and picking out the particular shirt.  It was a white cotton shirt
that had a tie down the entire front from her chin to her belly button.  She
slipped it over her head as she looked right at me.  Then she reached up to
the ties and untied it, then pulled the edges apart to show an indecent
amount of cleavage before retying it.  Her nipples were clearly visible
beneath the light fabric and I knew that the cold, foggy weather and long
walk to class would have them poking out at their full hardness.

"Wow," was all I said as she picked up her bag and blew a kiss over her
shoulder, walking out.It was a stretch to pretend she was turning me on. 
But I had to make her believe that the changes she was making in her
personality and sex life were pleasing to me, and most importantly, were her
ideas.I had to look at a couple of nasty magazines, I think Oui or Just 18,
just to become hard enough to beat off that day.  She wasn't experiencing
enough pain and humiliation to really get me going.  Oh well, there were many
more days in the school year!

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