The flesh under his fingers flowed like putty. He tried to rearrange it into a shape more pleasing to him. It refused. It flowed back into the original curves of her ass. But that was minor. Her pussy convulsed around him in the throes of orgasm.
Vaguely, he realized she was coming. She'd gotten off in a big way on his fucking. And being tied up. And the pain. And the humiliation. She'd gotten off on all those things. His basic philosophy of sex and life and fucking was right on.
He fucked her cunt even faster. He had to feel his cum spurting from his prick. The emotional and physical release was all that counted now.
The white-hot fountain of his jism splattered into her clutching cunthole. Gallon after gallon of his cum gushed in and he felt himself propelled into a vastly nicer world. Then it was all over. His prick went limp. He watched as a tiny stream of his jizz leaked from her well fucked cunt. It dribbled out and down over Manna's tortured inner thighs.
He took a step back and surveyed the scene. She was bent double over the back of her chair. The wooden back cut mercilessly into her belly. She panted for breath. He didn't care if it was the chair or her orgasm that robbed her lungs of the precious oxygen. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.
He decided this was enough for him. For the moment.
"I'll be back. Don't go away," he told the bound girl.
"You cocksucker, you Goddamn cocksucking, motherfucking, son of a bitch!" she ranted. But it was to an empty room. Dr. Nathaniel had left her tied and hurting and waiting for his return.
Oh, how she wanted him to come back!
CHAPTER SIX
Manna Hancock moaned low as she felt his hand moving up the inside of her thigh. The way he gripped at her flesh made her insides quiver with lust. She knew the hand slowly groping for her blonde, fleecy pussy was only a taste of things to come.
She gently reached out and found Bert's hard-on. His cock bounced and bucked under her grip. His prick hardly seemed large enough to her after Dr. Nathaniel's, but the blonde teenager couldn't complain. She was horny and anything that eased the sexual tensions, had to be good.
"How's that, Manna?" he asked. "Do you like the way I'm stroking along your leg?"
"Hmmm, yes, it's fine. Real nice. But move your hand higher. Ummm, oh, God, yes, there! Feel how wet I am. Do something about it!"
She wished he'd get on with it. Foreplay was fine, but the longer it dragged on the more she thought about how he wasn't Dr. Nathaniel.
She felt a shiver pass the length of her body as she thought about how Dr. Nathaniel had abused her. She had been mad when he cut her loose and spanked her ass and told her not to come back. He had treated her like a little girl – after he had fucked her up the ass and cunt.
She tried to throw herself into the fucking with Bert to forget Dr. Nathaniel. But he wasn't dominant like the philosophy professor. His prick wasn't anywhere near as large. And he just couldn't fuck like Dr. Nathaniel.
"God, I love looking at you!" Bert exclaimed. "You're beautiful!"
Looking into his eyes, she saw he was being honest with her. There was no denying she was horny and that he was the solution for that condition. He might not be the best cocksman around, but he was better than most of those college men who thought they were such real studs.
Manna wondered what was wrong with her. She should have been so turned on by Bert that she virtually raped him. But she was holding back in spite of the intense sexual needs ravaging her pussy. Her cunt felt like it was ready to explode like an atomic bomb. And yet the blonde girl hardly wanted Bert touching her, especially there.
Her ass still burned with the memory of Dr. Nathaniel's cock in it. Her asshole tensed as Bert's hand drifted back there, then she relaxed. He wasn't going to fuck her up the shit chute like Roger had done.
Roger! She had thought of that evil man by his first name, like a lover and not someone who had tortured and raped and humiliated her.
All she wanted right now was to feel a cock on her blonde cunt. The hollowness between her legs caused by thinking of Dr. Nathaniel drove her insane with lust. It had been an eternity since she'd felt Dr. Nathaniel's rigid prick driving hard into her pussy. An eternity – since last night.
Twitching again and wiggling down a little on the hard bed, she let her legs drift wider to give Bert a better view.
"See anything you like?" she taunted.
"Damn straight!"
"I hope it is," she answered. She tugged at his prick and said, "Yeah, it's damned straight. And hard. And just a teeny bit cold. I know a nice, warm, damp place for it."
She pulled him hard enough to make him yelp, but he moved his prick, his lovely, steely-hard cock, and closer to her cunt.
She felt his cock bucking like a wild bronco in her grip. The guy was going to cream all over her like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. Ben was a sophomore, after all, and should have been in better control of himself. Like Dr. Nathaniel would have been.
Manna shivered. No mattered what happened, she kept thinking about the abuse the philosophy professor had given her. And how much she had gotten off on it. She doubted Bert would understand. He certainly wouldn't whip her or tie her up before fucking her. She knew him well enough for that.
This would have to be a straight, plain, ordinary fucking.
Manna sighed as he began exploring her lush body. His mouth closed on one upturned tit and he sucked hard. The pressure on her nipple sent a spike of joy into her chest. His tongue teased her nipple until it was a hard, red pebble of pulsating lust.
When he began nibbling on her tit, she abandoned herself to the feelings rampaging through her. Maybe she could get off on the way he was sucking her tits, feeling her legs, pressing his hairy chest down into her softly yielding body.
She reached out and pulled his head down firmly into her tits. Bert got the message that she wanted more of his mouth all over her luscious tits. He began licking and kissing and lightly nipping at her tender flesh.
The rough wetness of his tongue sent shudders into her that pushed her slowly up the pinnacle toward orgasm. It wasn't like having a prick deep in her cunt – fucking her, pleasuring her, but it was better than nothing.
He rolled his tongue around in a broad circular pattern. His tongue pressed the rock-hard nipple down into the firm flesh before starting a spiral down the slope of her tit. When he finally reached the base of the blonde teenager's tit, he buried his face in the deep canyon between those luscious mounds of titflesh. The motion of his tongue back and forth between her tits caused her breath to quicken.
Manna felt that Bert was inept as a lover. She'd thought he was pretty good until she'd found Dr. Nathaniel. That man stimulated her and made her come alive. But not this teenager – this child! She wanted and needed a man to command her, to dominate her, to make her feel like a real woman.
But still there was the aching emptiness between her thighs. A hand stroking her inner leg wasn't good enough. There had to be more. And that more was a cock.
She wiggled under him again and managed to position herself so her cunt was wide open.
He crushed down on top of her, his cock far away from her blood-engorged pussy lips so hungrily awaiting his prick.
"Go on, please, ohhh! Your tongue's nice but I want more! I want that gorgeous cock of yours. Now!"
He began working his way up her body like a snake slithering up a tree trunk. He kissed and licked his way until their mouths crushed together firmly.
By now, the girl was frantic with lust. She'd do anything to feel his cock driving hard and deep in her pussy. Her tongue stabbed out and into his mouth. Tongues meeting, they began rolling around in erotic acrobatics. She let her tongue glide back and forth over his to give him the idea of what she really wanted.