"Right," Harry said.
"And that means fucking it hard, Harry. Real hard. As hard as you can. The harder you fuck it, the more I'll enjoy it."
"You mean that? You really want me to plow the hell out of it?"
"Yes."
"Jesus, I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry, darling. You won't."
"But if I really get to going…" He shook his head. "I sure wouldn't want to do any damage."
"You won't if you watch what you're doing. Just be careful it doesn't slip out and poke me in the eye or something." She laughed. "Wouldn't that be terrible, if you gave me a black eye?"
"By God, that could happen, all right."
"It won't if you keep your mind on your fucking. Just don't pull the head out past my teeth, that's all."
"What happens when I start to cum?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said you weren't going to suck it at all, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, when I start cuming – you'll suck then, won't you?"
"No. I'll swallow your jism, of course. But I won't suck a bit."
"When I start to cum, do you want me to stop fucking?"
"God, no! Harry, what's the matter with you?"
"I just keep pouring the meat in there, huh?"
"Of course. And as hard as you can."
"You're the boss, baby."
"That's the nicest thing about getting fucked in the mouth, Harry. I mean, feeling a cock pounding away in there at the same time it's squirting that hot jism down your throat."
"Jesus! Just listening to you talk about it has got me steamed up worse than ever."
"Good," she said, smiling up at him as she shifted her position slightly to make herself more comfortable on the pillow. "I'm going to close my mouth now, Harry. From then on, it's up to you. And remember – think of my mouth as a cunt."
"Man, this is going to be something."
"Just fuck it easy, till you get the hang of it. Then fuck it like hell." She leaned forward until her lips were only an inch from his cock. "Fuck it, Harry, baby. Fuck it!" She closed her mouth and waited.
"You mean you want me to put it in?" Harry said.
"Harry, honestly!" she said, half amused, half exasperated. "Of course I do. It's part of the game. A man has to put his cock in a cunt, doesn't he? Now stop asking silly questions and fuck me!" She closed her mouth again and closed her eyes.
In a moment she felt the hot, moist knob of Harry's cock brush against her lips, tentatively at first, then more firmly, and she had to fight back an urge to kiss it. Then, slowly, the knob pressed harder, forcing her lips apart, and then easing into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. And then, with short, careful strokes, Harry began to fuck her.
A minute later, after Harry had begun to fuck her mouth so hard that the force of it rocked her head forward and backward, she had to grasp him behind the knees to keep from losing her balance on the pillow. She was delighted by how quickly he had caught on. Why, from the way he was pumping his meat into her mouth, she would have been willing to swear he fucked girls this way every day of his life. And he wasn't being gentle about it. She'd been afraid he wouldn't go all out, but now she knew she'd had her fears for nothing. Harry was already almost knocking her off her knees with every thrust, and he was fucking her harder by the second. How glad she was she'd had that sudden whim to have her mouth fucked!
Eyes closed, rocking on the pillow, inhaling the mingled scents of her streaming pussy and Harry's musk, she gave herself over completely to the wonderful sensation of being brutally fucked in the mouth.
And yet, with another part of her mind, she couldn't help but marvel at the strength of her prick-hunger. Only a short time ago she had fucked and sucked Carl Martin until he was helpless. And then, still ravenous for prick, she had asked the very next man she met – who had happened to be Harry – to fuck her.
It was all very strange, she reflected. She'd been crazy to have Harry fuck her – to have any man fuck her – and then suddenly, the desire had passed, and she had compromised with Harry by offering to suck him off. But now, with Harry's prick hammering in her mouth, the urge to be fucked was as strong as ever. As soon as he came, she'd suck him hard again, and make him fuck her between her legs.
What had come over her, she wondered? Before she'd gone to prison, she'd had this sudden hunger for pricks only every two or three months. True, the compulsion, when it had come, had been overwhelming – so strong that she had never once been able to fight it, and so insistent that she had always been forced to fuck the nearest available male, regardless of the consequences. But the compulsion had never come upon her twice in the same day, much less twice in the same hour.
What could be happening to her? Was it simply that her body was trying to make up for lost time – for the sex-starved year she'd spent in prison? Or had she changed into another person? It happened, she knew; a confirmed lesbian sometimes changed overnight into a permanent bisexual.
She has surprised that such a thought didn't disturb her in the least. After all, she'd spent years thinking of herself as a lesbian who only occasionally had a desire for a man's cock. It would seem that the possibility she was becoming something else would be alarming. But it was not. If it happened, it happened, and there was nothing she either could or wanted to do about it. It wouldn't mean she'd enjoy sex with other girls any less; it would merely mean she'd be able to enjoy it just as much with men – and not only at intervals, either.
The more she thought about it, the more intrigued she became. To be able to suck a cunt or a prick with equal pleasure would be wonderful. When one thought about it, what more of life could one possibly ask? Could she really have changed, she wondered? God, she hoped so. It seemed too good to be true, but she prayed that it was.
"Oh, Jesus," Harry said, panting hard, pounding the head of his prick against the back of Sharon's throat. "Baby, you'd better get ready. I think I'm going to… ohhhhhhhh!"
Oh, no! Sharon thought. Not yet! Not yet! She let Harry's prick slide from her mouth and looked up at him pleadingly. "Oh, Harry!" she said. "Can't you hold it back just a little longer? Can't you at least try, Harry? Baby wants her mouth fucked."
He shook his head. "No way," he said, looking down at his prick, now glistening wet and dripping with Sharon's saliva. "Look at that bastard vibrate, will you? Another second, and I would have squirted my nuts."
Sharon sat back on her heels, looking at the wet, red cockhead hungrily. "Well, go ahead and cum in my mouth, then," she said. "Then I'll suck you hard again, and you can fuck my cunt."
"Holy God!" Harry said. "You mean you want…"
There was a knock at the door.
"Christ," Harry said. "Now what?"
"Damnit," Sharon said. "Just when we were…"
"Shh," Harry said. "Maybe they'll go away."
"Why don't you cum in my mouth while we're waiting?" Sharon whispered. "Please, Harry. Will you?"
A fist hammered on the door again, much louder. "This is the police," a man's voice called. "Open this door, Harry Connor!"
"We've got you this time, Connor!" another man's voice called. "Open up before we break the door down."
"Oh, my God!" Sharon said, jumping to her feet. "The police!"
"Police, my ass," Harry said, scowling. "It's my Goddamn roommates. They're real comedians, those guys."
"But I thought you said they were out in their cabs."
"They've double-crossed me, the bastards."
"Tell them you have a girl in here. Maybe they'll be gentlemanly and go away."
"You kidding?" He shook his head. "Not a chance."