have? But that’s a silly question, isn’t it? I guess you know all about that.”
She didn’t answer. She felt the flesh responding to his touch. He would be certain the stiffening of her nipples was a signal of passion. Men always seemed to think that. Lisa had often wished she could control that reaction. It would have saved her a lot of trouble.
“Lisa? Baby?”
“What?”
“Touch me some,” he said. “I can feel how much you’re enjoying this. Come on, do it nice, the way you did last night.”
She did as he asked. Her hands came up to him. His breath hissed between his teeth as she began caressing him.
It wasn’t always possible for her to shut off her mind completely, but she tried. She tried to think of other things… of books she had read, of clothes she wanted to buy, of her and Ken’s plans for the future, of her friends, of anything at all which would blind her to what she was doing. As usual, the effort was only partially successful. Her fingers made old familiar patterns while her mind wandered furiously.
If only this was Connie sitting before her, she thought. How different this lousy moment might be. She tried to concentrate on Connie as she continued, tried to think of the pleasure of being with Connie, the delight of feeling Connie in her arms. If she could hold that image in her mind, she might be able to forget what she was doing, and how it repulsed her.
“Now, Lisa,” he said. His voice was as moist and husky as a drunkard’s. “Now, honey… now!”
She did. She leaned forward. Her tits shifted in his hands, and she felt his fingers ride until they were touching her nipples. The fingers closed and held the tiny stems painfully.
She ignored the pain. Her hands slid to his legs and she positioned her face. Then she closed her eyes and dropped forward.
“Suck it! Don’t be frightened! Oh, baby, my dick wants to feel your mouth on him!”
Slowly, but almost willingly now, she opened her mouth and took the massive cockhead into her throat. He raised his right leg up on her shoulder, gaining the advantage of a position where he could worm his way into the back of her throat. “I said suck it, baby. Suck it hard!”
Her lips encircled the head of his cock and he lunged forward on the chair, driving it into her throat. “Suck it!” he cried. “Suck my fucking cock!”
She tried vainly to lift her head from his pole, but he was so drowned now in his own lust, that nothing short of a climax would stop him from driving his cock deeper into her throat.
He lifted her hands from his prick and knotted his fingers in her mane of satin-black hair. Slowly, dawn, down, he pulled her head, forcing his cock into her throat deeper and deeper.
Lisa felt that she had now reached the peak of her degradation, that there was nothing more she could do, to completely destroy her image and self-esteem. Why not suck him off? Why not let him do whatever he wanted with her?
She began the movements of jaw, tongue and cheeks that are so delicious to male pricks. Harris looked down at Lisa’s beautiful face sucking his cock and nearly went out of his mind with sensual rage. For him, the most powerful sight in the world was to see a lovely woman’s lips eagerly sucking at his fuck stick.
His prick was almost in up to the hilt when he felt the head nudge against the opening of her throat. She protested, choking and gagging and rearing her head. She was terrified that she would suffocate or throw up.
“Don’t be frightened,” Harris moaned. “The more you fight it, the more you’ll clamp up. Just let your throat relax, as if you were going to swallow a nice, juicy piece of meat!”
Lisa pushed him away. “It’s making my mouth sore. My tongue, my cheeks… they hurt.”
“Don’t let that bother you. That’s the kind of pain that feels so good later on. Just keep sucking as you’ve been doing, baby. I’m going to sink this cock of mine right down into your belly, but you keep sucking. I’ve got a big cum load, and it’s growing bigger by the minute. I want you to suck it out of me… all of it. Suck that sperm wad out of me, and it’s yours! The whole wad slithering down inside your throat to your belly!”
“Oh, no! I can’t swallow it! I just can’t!”
Harris silenced her by filling her mouth with his prick, shoving hard until it butted against the back wall of her throat once more. “Now, do like I told you. Let your jaw drop as far as it can go. I’m coming all the way in!” And with that, he felt the far end of his smooth, rubbery cockhead slip into a dark passageway of incredible warmth and softness. The sensation was delicious and he let her know it by moaning in a kind of delirium of delight and loosening his grasp in her hair. Sitting there, his prick buried so deeply within her, holding on to her head and hair as though they were disconnected to her body, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling, Harris was in heaven.
“Play with my balls… that’s it, baby! Now, pull the whole bag down, not too hard! Hang on them, swing on them!”
As much as she despised it, the rigid fuck pole in her throat was getting to her. She could feel the juices from far up inside her cunt flawing down and spilling out of her lower lips. The sticky goo from her pussy slithered over her inner thighs.
It was too much. She couldn’t hold it back. As she felt the cock start to throb toward climax in her mouth, she snaked her hand between her thighs. She found her cunt and started finger fucking herself and getting her clit off with the heel of her hand.
Her tongue and mouth took on a will of their own. They sucked his cock flesh wildly. Suck, suck, suck, her mind screamed as she tore at her pussy and laved the head and barrel of his plunging prick with her tongue.
No longer was the task revolting. Now she wanted to suck and she wanted to drink his cum.
Her body took over her mind totally. Her free hand crept up his spread calves, over his thighs to the taut muscles of his asscheeks. She pulled from behind, pressing him ever closer to her working lips. She opened her mouth even wider to allow him more and easier access to her working throat. She sucked with abandon on his prick.
She could see the result of her labors as his whole body quivered, the muscles rippling upward from his thighs as he rocked his hips forward and back, sending his cock with ever increasing pressure and power into the far recesses of her throat.
She heard him scream as she dug the tip of her tongue into the opening at the tip of his cock. She burrowed into his cockhead. He tasted pungent, and again she felt the quivers in her cunt.
“I’m going to come! Oh,shit!” he screamed, as he violently shoved his cock into her mouth. When it was embedded deeply in her throat, his hips working faster, plunging his loaded prick deeper and deeper into her face. Every second brought his cum closer to the boiling point. He panted loudly as he thrust and bucked his massive cock into the wet tightness of her mouth.
Then, even as her own body shuddered in climax, his cum filled her throat in great spasms. Jolt after jolt vibrated the length of his fuckhole and thudded against the back of her throat.
His whole body stiffened. His stomach was flat against her. His fingers were clutching the tender thrusting of her nipples, and now he began to pull at the flesh, twisting in his fingers, making bolts of pain shoot through her.
The second her own climax was over, Lisa again hated herself. She wanted it done with, but his cock was still pouring hot goo into her mouth.
He talked the whole time. “Ahhh, Lisa, baby… ohhhhh, baby… that’s so great… my God, that fantastic mouth of yours! I just want you to keep that up. Ahhhhh, this is the… most… uhhhhh! I never met a woman who knew so much about… ohhhhh… ohhhhhhh!” His voice died in a screech.
After it was over, Lisa remained on the mat. When Harris finally stood up, she leaned forward and laid her head down on her crossed arms. He spoke to her, but she didn’t hear him and didn’t reply.
A few minutes later, she realized he had left the kitchen. But she didn’t stir until she heard the front door of the apartment slam behind him.
Several minutes passed before she climbed to her feet. She crossed the kitchen, put the flame under the coffee again, then went to the bathroom and threw up.
When she returned to the kitchen, the coffee was perking black as ink. She took a cup from the drain and brought the pot over to the table.
There were six cups of coffee in the pot. She drank them all, black. By the time she finished the last of them, her mouth tasted of coffee instead of cum.
