"Why? Why?' she croaked. "Why do this to me?"
"Because," I said roughly, pushing my pants down, stepping out of them and tossing them aside, "I happen to feel like it. So get your cunt lubricated, baby. I'll be entering it soon just as soon as you suck me for a while."
Chapter 7
I crawled onto the bed and attempted to straddle her, but she was having none of this of her own free, will. She struck me several times with her fists until I was obliged to hold both her hands in one of mine while at the same time sitting on her legs temporarily in order to prevent her from kicking me in a vital spot. As I sat on her legs I had accidentally pushed her nightdress high on her thighs before settling down on her thighs with my full weight.
Her pussy was exposed and only inches away from my long, hard whang. Nora Doans repeatedly glanced at my stiff, quivering prick as I sat on her and each time she did so she moistened her lips and glanced away quickly as if fearful that I would catch her enjoying the sight of my nude joy-stick, which of course I did.
"Why don't you just look at it, Miss Doans?" I said at length, having gotten rather tired of her actions. "Take my cock in your hand and jack it a bit.
It'll do you good. Go ahead. Place your fingers around it. Jack it. What do I mean by 'jack?' I mean run your fingers up and down on it. This causes a sensation in a man, makes him feel like going off. Don't worry. I won't go off all over your hand, but even if I did it wouldn't harm you. Women are built to receive the offerings from the prick of a man. Surely even you realize that, Nora Doans."
"Is that all you ever think about-sex and filth and slime?" she demanded, her dark eyes snapping. "What kind of a man are you?"
I laughed. "Just a man, Miss Doans. Just an average guy. Too bad you aren't a woman. We might have fun together."
"I can be a woman without being filthy as you are."
"Nothing filthy about it. It's just that serene twisted son of a bitch has told you it's filthy." I stared at her hard. "In your heart you know there's nothing filthy about my talk or actions. You're a very pretty female. I'm a male. I want to have fun with you. Nature intended us to hive fun which is why she made sex so much fun."
"I see no fun in listening to your filthy talk and having you sit on me in the … nude, or almost so."
"Suck me off, baby," I said, letting her have the words roughly. "Instead of blathering your head off with a lot of nothing-talk, take my whang between your lips and enjoy yourself."
She closed her eyes tightly and moaned.
I glanced down at her pussy and saw that it was wet. This excited me no end and so, while still holding her two hands in one of mine, I grasped my whang and pointed the head of it at her moist opening. I pushed down as best I could and felt the head of my prick slip into her.
"Stop that," she cried out, attempting to wriggle free but not being able to.
"Take that dirty thing out of me this instant."
"Sorry, baby, in she goes," I told her and lying down flat on top of her quickly, I succeeded in spreading her legs a little, enough for me to thrust my rod all the way into her now very wet cunt. "You hypocrite," I said. "Your cunt is as wet as any I've ever seen and that means you're hot and ready to fuck.
Still, you lay there and talk like a fool. You know something, baby? You're a damned lovely woman outside but a confounded ass inside."
She bit her lips and turned her head sideways so she wouldn't have to look straight into my eyes. I thrust harder and felt my whang go deeper into her wet cunt and then I began to pump her warily, always careful that this nutty female might at any moment attempt to knee me in the groin or hurt me in some other such manner. She wasn't to be trusted, for it was evident that she thought it an estimable thing to do – to attempt to fight me off.
It was, of course, nothing but sheer nonsense.
"Please," she moaned. "Please take… that dirty thing… out of me… I might even have your baby later on."
"Don't worry," I said sharply. "You'll never have a baby. It requires a woman to have a baby."
"I'm a woman," she snapped. "I'm just as much of a woman as you've ever known."
"Then act like one. You have a hard cock buried in you and all you can say is 'take that dirty thing out of me.' You fool, no man will ever take it out just because the woman asks him to. Men want to have their cocks in women."
"Then," she cried out savagely, "if you're going to despoil me, do it. Rape me, ruin me. I no longer care." She began to cry like a child, the tears running down her cheeks in torrents.
I slapped her face lightly but hard enough so she would know I meant it. "Stop acting like a child," I told her. "You're a grown woman. You have to take your chances with men. No more crying and weeping and gnashing of teeth. I have my cock in you and in you it shall remain." I almost chuckled at the way I said the words-they sound so god awful cornball, but apparently, like most people, she picked up on something that was out-and-out corn better than she did anything good. She stopped crying. "That's better," I told her, my lips close to her ear. "I like you much better when you don't cry."
"You frighten the life out of a girl," she returned. "Heaven knows you frightened me enough the first time you were here, but this time it's even worse."
"I'm sorry," I said, and was. "Don't mean to frighten you, just want to… fuck you. Now don't get all uptight about the four-letter word. It's a perfectly good word. People are using, it all the time and no one else complains. That is, they use it where it doesn't fit. Take me. I use it where it belongs."
Her eyes had become strange again. "Really. And where is that, may I ask?"
I lifted myself so that my chest wasn't now crushing down against her breasts.
"You must be kidding," I said. "I've got my cock buried in your cunt, I'm fucking you and you ask where the word 'fuck' is being used, if that makes a sentence. Christ! I'm beginning to think I'm shafting a madwoman. Are you a madwoman? Are you crazy, Miss Doans?"
"I must be not to holler and scream when a man like you forces his… his… attention on me."
I laughed tensely. "I'm not forcing my attention on you, Miss Doans. I'm forcing my prick up you. There's a considerable difference. Ask any girl who's been fucked. She'll tell you."
"Must you use that foul word, Mr. Horton? Must you?"
I didn't answer her question. The hell with her question. "Have you ever been interested in girls, Miss Doans?" I asked, rather insultingly, but I really wanted to know if I was wasting my time on her.' "W-what?" Her mouth came open.
It looked so good, so clean and pink inside that I darted my tongue into it quickly. She cried out and I moved back quickly. "What's the matter, Miss Doans? Haven't you ever been tongue-fucked before I came along?"
"You, sir, are a dirty, filthy, rotten beast and I detest you and all people of your ilk."
"That's quite a fine sounding little speech. Now, if you could just dislodge my cock from your twat, you'd have a-a perfect triumph… wouldn't you?"
"If you're going to… discharge that dirty… thing in… me, then by all means get on with it."
"Oh, I am, Miss Doans. I'm going to discharge it in you all evening long… till I get tired. How do you like the sound of that, my dear?"
She began to cry again and again I slapped her face. "Stop that," she raged.
"How dare you hit me whenever you feel like it?"
"The reason I dare, Miss Doans, is that I'm bigger than you. That's reason enough. That is, it is when the other person is acting like a crybaby."
"What you say doesn't make sense."
"Then," I returned somewhat sarcastically, "get busy and make some sense out of it."
"Please take your… thing out of me… I beg of you."
"No. I've got it where it belongs… inside a wet cunt. Why should I take it out when it belongs there."
"Your… thing… doesn't belong up… my… mine," she cried angrily.
"It does if I say it does. Remember, I'm bigger and stronger than you."