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An Elvira Education 3
🕑 Added 2023-06-27 14:00:02 +0000 UTCEric huffed with a relieved sort of laugh, like a police car with its siren blaring had come barreling at him and then drove right past when he pulled over. Quickly he pulled off his own clothes. Nothing could stay in the way of him and her. Even his socks came out.
Joan knew she loved him. Even the slight, tart smell of his sweaty feet met with her approval. She wanted all of him, even that.
Even in the darkness, Joan saw the length and stiffness of his cock. It was big, hard, much larger than any she’d encountered before. The shaft was incredibly thick, proportionate to how long it was, so the whole thing ended up looking more like a horse’s than a man’s. Joan tried to picture such an enormous prick going into her pussy. She wasn’t that big. She didn’t know how it would fit.
“Put your mouth on it,” Eric told her. “I want you to… to earn getting fucked by my cock.”
“Make me take it in my mouth,” Joan said, laying back on the couch. “You’re the man. I’m the woman. Treat me like one.”
Eric moved over her, covering her as softly as darkness came with the setting sun. His body genuflected with infinite care and precision, careful not to fall or move too hastily, anything that would risk damaging her pristine white flesh. No matter how well-padded it was.
One hand steadied himself on the arm of the couch, but the other took Joan by the forehead—almost as though he were taking her temperature—and ensured she didn’t move, the same way he would hold some project of his to make sure it didn’t shift around while he worked on it.
Joan purred in approval. He hadn’t truly started on her yet, but she felt his brimming passion. It was like a kiss, only in how he touched her.
He came down on the plush cushions of her chest, pressing his knob into her chin. He hesitated there and Joan opened her mouth to urge him on, but her parted lips must’ve been an irresistible invitation to him. The next thing she knew, his throbbing cockhead was at her lips. Barely restrained at that slightest of crevices, as though it was taking all he had to hold himself back from forcing his prick into her mouth like a battering ram.
“Suck it, Joan,” he muttered, an obsessive zeal in his words, like he was letting out something that had echoed in his head until it was only a tinny reflection of the urge. But reverberating with all the power that had first been imbued in it.
He grabbed her thick red hair and madly pulled her to him—managing to hold himself still, but now demanding that she opened her mouth and put it around his glans. And Joan was so overwhelmed by the force of his insistence that she did so without thinking. His dick was suddenly in her mouth. It thrummed even more potently than it had at her lips.
“You know how to suck cock, don’t you? You put it in your mouth like a lollipop. Then you lick it… and suck at it… anything you can do to get that sweet candy taste out of it. You like my cock, don’t you Joan? You like it like candy, don’t you?”
“Eric, Eric wait,” she mewled, shaking her head a little, blushing as she felt his iron-hard cockhead brush against the inside of one cheek and then the other. “Don’t give me too much. I can’t take all of that. Just give me a little—I’ll suck it, I’ll—“
Holding her hair with one hand, Eric lifted his other hand and brought it down on her breast. The pain was uniquely stunning. Joan’s eyes bulged. Her breasts had always been big, tender, objects of fascination and pleasure. No one had ever abused them before. It didn’t totally hurt. There was something else, a tinge of the usual good feeling, like her tits were unused to broadcasting pain and something of the foreplay she was accustomed to from Eric slipped in as well.
“I’ll decide how much to give you,” Eric said firmly, pulling her hair until Joan felt like it was a leash, a leash that she was straining at while he wouldn’t give an inch. “You don’t get to decide whether to suck or not. It’s what you’re here for, so suck. Take it in your mouth right now and suck like a good whore!”
The tears brimmed in Joan’s bright, innocent eyes. She’d never thought of herself as particularly innocent before. From the day she’d walked into high school, she’d had a target on her back, or rather her front. And men had given her love-taps before—that was always her cue to leave. But this wasn’t a guy losing control. Eric seemed more in control, more himself than ever. And she felt equally confident. She’d asked for this. She wanted it. He loved it enough to give it to her.
She still blushed, but it was with a reflexive, enjoyable naughtiness. It’d been a while since she felt good and ashamed of herself. She liked it.
Look how I’ve corrupted you, she thought of sweet, good-natured Eric—opening her mouth for him.
The throbbing tip of Eric’s manhood pushed between her open lips, forcing the taste of his salty precum into her mouth. Joan closed her lips around his girth almost fearfully… like such force might explode if she enclosed it too tightly in such a small space.
“Good,” Eric breathed, petting her hair now instead of pulling it. Encouraging her instead of chastising her. With the pain from her struck breasts still filtering into her body, the sudden soothing comfort was all the more powerful. Joan felt it center on her womanhood and bear down on it like the flame from an arc welder—melting through all her reservations, anything that might make her find this something other than arousing.
She began to suck, drawing her cheeks in to glove the engorged flesh of Eric’s member. He grimaced as if in pain, holding her by the skull now—her hair she might rip free of. He had to make it impossible for her to stop tending to his burning erection.
His hips moved cradle-gently back and forth, using her throat with more and more of his stiff cock, but slowly, carefully. He didn’t want to break his new toy; not before he’d had plenty of fun with it.
His cock went down into her gullet. “That’s it, Joan. That’s good. Oh, you’re such a good girl! You love it, don’t you? Love having me in your throat… love knowing how I’m enjoying myself… taste it, ahh! It tastes great, doesn’t it? I can see in your eyes how much you like it…”
Joan sucked. With every inhalation, each pull of masculine flavor down her throat and raking across her taste buds, she thought of how she was servicing him. Obeying him. Submitting to him.
Slowly—almost below Joan’s awareness of her own delicious servitude—her kissing and licking and the clinging of her lips became less reluctant. More enthusiastic. I’m enjoying it as much as he said, Joan realized. Or maybe she was enjoying it because he’d said so. Ordering her to do what she was doing and like it.
The thought made her blush crimson, but it excited her as well. She felt like a magician’s rabbit, totally in the power of her masters. Vulnerable to all sorts of perversions he might delve into.
I suppose this is how it should be, she thought feverishly. It takes a pretty big man not to be intimidated by all that I’ve got, but how’s a girl supposed to be in a relationship without the man being her man? So I had to find myself a Svengali to be happy—and his cock is so big and hard—feels so good in my mouth—oh goodness, that’s his cum oozing out—it’s all over my tongue and he hasn’t really even gone off yet—I want more—I want to make him come, like he’s made me do this—Eric should’ve known that once he made me like this taste so much, I was sure to get plenty of it!
“More, now. You can handle it. I want you to suck all of it,” Eric ordered hoarsely. He pulled her hair, but softly, as though he were gently flicking the reins of a responsive stead.
Joan fed herself greedily, allowing her throat to be impaled as she thrust her head forward and he jammed his groin into her face until she gagged. Half of his thick endowment was between her lips. The pressure his hands put on her hair was slight, but it reminded her that this was his wish, that she was pleasing Eric by obeying him. She gurgled as she took more and was impaled more.
“Suck it hard,” Eric commanded in a soft voice, knowing he didn’t have to shout to be obeyed. “Make me come… I want to come in that mouth, that face… yeah… know that smile is where my cum belongs… that throat has gulped me down…”
