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CHAPTER SIX

"We have to do this more often," Shari told him, breathing heavily, still lying on top of him with her cunt surrounding his shrinking cock.

"You do as I say and maybe we can come to some sort of agreement," Joe snapped. "Rut you try that crap about telling your mother you don't want her to build that shopping center, and you'll never see this cock again."

"Oh hell! I had no intention of calling it off. I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb. I know it means more money in my pocket. But I had to do something to get you to move your ass out here. Hell! It just wasn't fair that Mother should get all that cock while I get none of it."

"Yeah, well, like I said, you behave, and we'll see what we can do about feeding more of it to you."

"Feeding it to me. Yeah, I like that idea. Next time I want to toot your flute."

"Fine with me," Joe smiled, lifting her off his body and setting her down on the bed. "When'll your mom be back?"

"In about two months."

"Fine. I'll be by next Monday, early in the morning. I'm gonna spend the whole day whippin' the shit outta you."

"I'd love that," she smiled.

"Good, so keep your goofy friends away that day, dig?"

"You're the boss," she sighed.

"Don't you forget it," he told her, getting up and starting to dress. "Now I gotta go back home. Don't you call me there or it might mean trouble. But I'll see you Monday."

As he drove home, Joe Barcone realized the various girls he had fucked that day were really putting him to the test, doing their best to find his limit.

It was dark by the time Joe got to his house, and Francine was still there. She had cooked a delicious supper, and when Margaret came home later on, they all enjoyed it.

Margaret had always been a loving sister, and since she was fully aware of Joe's activities when she wasn't around, she saw nothing wrong in sharing her husband with her sister that night. All three fucked wildly for nearly two hours staring at ten o'clock, and the fun stopped only when the two sisters finally fell asleep.

The next morning Aphrodite came to deliver Joe's paper.

"I'm sending you a real doozy today," she told him. "I think you'll find Belinda is a little different from almost all other girls you've known."

"Why is that?" Barcone asked.

"To begin with, she's a virgin."

"Well that makes her different all right."

"She also has the desire to be dominated."

"That's not so different," Barcone smiled, thinking of Shari Fraden. "I know lots of masochistic females."

"Belinda's not a masochist. She doesn't really like pain. But she likes to be dominated, and will accept a reasonable amount of pain as long as there's no permanent damage. She's studying to be a ballet dancer, and she's very valuable. She's going to make a lot of money. So don't leave any marks."

"That sounds fair enough. Do you want to play today?"

"Today I'm leaving you all for Belinda. I warned the other girls to stay away too. If you're going to break her in, you might as well do it right. She's really dying to have her cherry popped."

Aphrodite left, and after putting in a couple hours' work, Barcone decided to have lunch. He would have to fortify himself for the session with Belinda, though he was more than certain he would be able to handle her. Hell! She was a virgin, an inexperienced teenager. He'd have no trouble.

After lunch, he went to work on some construction plans. He was way ahead in his work, and he intended remaining way ahead.

The doorbell rang a few minutes after two o'clock. He opened the door and there she was, tall – at least five-eight – round and curved and beautiful. She had long, dark hair, with slanted cat's eyes, a short nose and a full mouth.

"Mr. Barcone?" she asked.

"That's me, honey. Come on in."

He led her into his office and shut the door.

"Aphrodite spoke to you about me?" she asked.

"She sure did," Barcone nodded, already salivating. He had to swallow to keep himself from dribbling.

"I want to be rid of my virginity," she explained. "The reason I want it done by a man like yourself is, you have experience and know how to do these things correctly. I mean, I know there was to be a little pain. Also, if things don't exactly go right, I won't have to hate someone I know and like."

She was a little brat, all right. She wanted him to pop her cherry so she could hate him if it hurt and not blame her boy friends.

"Strip!" he ordered, determined to let her know here and now who was boss. She stripped and he stared at her, bug-eyed.

Barcone's cock began to swell. The body he stared at was pure perfection. Tawny, lithe, with a flat, hard stomach and perfectly shaped tits tipped with brownish-pink nipples and areolas the same color, two inches in diameter. He could feel his cock straining at his pants.

Belinda's eyes saw the swelling in Barcone's crotch and she understood he really intended fucking her. She had always dreamed of having her virginity take by some handsome man, and she had hoped it would be a muscular, virile man. Now she realized she would be surrendering her cherry to the one type of man she liked most.

"Undress me," he ordered, and she approached him, her tits swaying from side-to-side.

Barcone looked at the way her thighs moved, staring at the downy hair curled above the hidden pink lips of her puffy cunt. He could feel his mouth watering as she walked right up to him and pressed her entire length against his body. Her mouth planted itself on his and he felt her tongue force its way between his lips, searching for his tongue. He refused to respond for the moment, wanting her to work at her own ravishment. In a little while he'd be pounding away at her. Any woman used to getting fucked might not be surprised at what he intended doing, but to a virgin like Belinda it would be completely unexpected.

When his fingers gingerly ran up her spine he could feel her shiver as goose pimples broke out all over her. She shuddered and even whimpered, but her mouth never left his. Her tongue continued probing, and now he began to return her thrusts, prying with his own tongue.

Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and she pulled it out of his pants as she unzipped his fly. They tugged the shirt from him and yanked off the undershirt as well. She had to take her mouth from his to remove the undershirt, and now she stared at the strong determination in his eyes, saying, "You're a pussycat. You couldn't really hurt or dominate me at all."

As she dropped his pants, letting her tongue make a line from his neck to his navel, she noticed how huge his cock was. She tugged off both his pants and underpants, and found herself kneeling in front of the thick prong.

Barcone reached down, entangled his hand in her long, brown hair, and pulled her to her feet.

"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet. We have plenty of time for that. Right now I'm going to take a little pleasure in whipping the shit outta you. I'll show you who's a pussycat."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice quavering as she stared into his icy eyes.

Suddenly she was afraid and wondered why she had started this.

"You're too valuable a commodity to scar," he told her, "but honey, you are gonna feel pain." And he flung her onto the small, portable bed. "Now you just lay there on your belly. You turn over and you'll feel pain in more than one place."

Crossing the room to his desk, Barcone took a ruler from it and came back.

"No!" Belinda screamed, and tried to get up.

Barcone shoved her down onto her belly, then pressed a knee into the small of her back. He began to whack her ass with the flat ruler, making sure the edge didn't touch her. Her gorgeous rump began to turn pink, and then beet red as Barcone pounded on the cheeks.

Belinda screamed but it didn't much matter. The office was completely soundproof. She twisted her head from side to side, not ready for the pain each whack brought.

Throwing the ruler away, Barcone flipped her over on the bed. He was already breathing hard from having exerted himself while boating her.

"Every time you bounce your ass on this bed it's gonna hurt, baby. Every time your ass comes down, you're gonna remember what you said about my being a pussycat. And you're gonna realize you're the one who's the pussy."

Throwing his weight on her, he pressed her deep into the bed, and Belinda got the first inkling of what he'd meant as her asscheeks were slammed against the mattress. Her buttocks were on fire, the flesh seared by the ruler. She reached down with her hand, wandering how much blood was pouring from her skin, and was surprised to note she wasn't bleeding at all. But was it ever tender.

Barcone kissed her mouth and fucked it with his tongue, and Belinda found herself responding. For some strange reason the burning of her asscheeks communicated itself to the rest of her body in the form of erotic heat, and though she hated the man for what he'd done, she found herself unable to resist.

With his hands still tangled in Belinda's hair, Barcone kissed her throat, and then worked his mouth down to her tits. They swelled to an even larger size as his lips swallowed her nipples, sucking first on the left one and then on the right. His hands roamed over her taut, sleek body, squeezing and kneading the flesh as his teeth chewed on her nipples again and again. Now his hands moved with increasing urgency and Belinda felt herself helpless as the fire spread to her cunt. No one had ever touched her there but herself, and now she could feel the thick head of Barcone's prick as it rubbed, seeking entrance.

Barcone moved a little to the side and let his palm cover her twat. With his thumb he worked on her clitoris and felt her juices seeping through her virgin crack. The slick liquid covered his hand and he rubbed it back into the swollen outer cuntlips, pressing his thumb hard against her rising clit.

He pressed his middle finger against her tight, resisting hole and slowly but surely it yielded to the pressure. Little by little the finger slipped into the soaked, tight pocket of her cunt. Once inside, it began to twirl around, and Belinda, unable to contain herself, began vibrating and bouncing on the mattress. The pain in her asscheeks now only served to make her hotter, and she bucked with even more ardent fervor.

Barcone's mouth continued to devour her nipples, sucking greedily as his teeth bit into her flesh, leaving deep red marks. The harder he sucked, the more Belinda moaned, but they were moans of passion.

Damn, he thought. He had no idea she would be enjoying it so much and so quickly. For virgins there was supposed to be a bit of pain as well as some pleasure.

He rolled onto her, his mouth devouring hers, sucking and chewing on her full lips while he pulled his finger from her cunt and grabbed his cock. He placed his cockhead against the soft, petal-like folds of her cunt.

Belinda lay there, breathing heavily, her legs spread wide and her arms on Barcone's back. Barcone began pushing the bead of his cock between her cuntlips, and Belinda began to twist crazily, feeling the drumming of his glans as it pushed more and more deeply into her fiery silt.

Grabbing his earlobe with her teeth, Belinda bit and whispered, "Go on and have your fun. But I lost my cherry when I rode a horse at the age of ten."

"Shut the fuck up!" Barcone yelled, and with a furious flexing of his hips, drove his cock into her up to the hilt.

Belinda began pulling back into the mattress in pain, but there was no escape. When she backed away, Barcone was right there with her, and she let out a long, blood-curdling scream, realizing he had her stuck to him. She felt like a mounted butterfly.

With the burning tightness of her cunt walls swallowing up his heated cock, Barcone savored the delightful tightness of her virgin pussy. Then he began rocking back and forth, pulling his pole back to the head, and then ramming it into her box again. His strokes were long and powerful, and he was showing her no mercy. He battered his way back into her cunt again and again.

Belinda was in a wild fever now, and though there was pain, there was an unbelievable amount of pleasure. Where she thought Barcone would surely have fucked her to death, she found herself handling his great prick almost with ease, and as he continued fucking into her, the pain became, combined with the pleasure, and now she wanted more. Her tits, their nipples now blood red, swelled to almost twice their normal size, and breathing became loud and ragged.

Barcone's cock was now moving with more and more ease, each time burying itself in Belinda's cunt to the hilt. He slammed in again and again, and she was bucking in time to the rhythm he'd set. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She felt as if the cock had gone all the way up to her heart, as if her entire body were impaled on it. It rammed up into her, then charged back out only to ram up into her again, squashing against the juice-soaked lips of her cunt.

Barcone was ramming it into her with all his strength now, and her cunt gripped his cock so tightly he could hear the loud, squishy, popping sounds. And then he felt her break the beat. She was moving more rapidly than he, her cunt slamming up to him like a huge open furnace, trying to gobble up and fry his balls as she began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh my God!" she yelled. "Oh my God! What's happening?"

And she sank her teeth into his shoulder, biting and screaming as her crushing cunt proceeded to get a stranglehold on the base of his cock. She was still bucking, but she was no longer sliding up and down his pole. When she bucked up, she forced him to move up, and when she slammed her heated ass against the mattress, her viselike cunt pulled him down with her, still swallowing all his cock. Her already tight hole became even tighter. It squeezed and squeezed and Barcone thought he would die if he didn't come. But he didn't come. She was the one who peaked. She let out a horrendous yell and grabbed the man's ass, yanking his cheeks hard, trying to drive him in deeper, wishing his cock were longer so it could fill even more of her.

He could feel her lubricating juices sluice all over his pelvis and thighs as she bounced and came, shuddering, squealing, and biting, making him bleed from, a half-dozen different places where her teeth sank too deeply. There was one last, strangling shiver as her cunt attempted to tear his cock out by the roots, and then Belinda fell back, her tits bobbling as her chest heaved convulsively.

"Oh… wow!" she murmured, staring straight into his eyes. "If… this is punishment… punish me some more! Now that I know what fucking is all about, I'll need it… every night."

"Goddamn!" Barcone yelled, and pulled his cock out of her.

"No!" she squealed. "I want more!"

"I have just begun to fuck!" he yelled at her.

Grabbing her by the hips, he spun her over, then forced her knees up and under, saying, "You move from this position and I'll get the ruler and make your ass really bleed."

He drew her to the edge of the bed so he could take aim without having to get on his knees. Placing the swollen head of his cock against the brown, puckered ring of her asshole, he rammed forward, pushing against the tight, hard muscle of her sphincter. He shoved himself forward, grunting and groaning, until he felt the ring begin to part. Belinda, realizing what Barcone was trying to do, almost pulled away until he slapped her ass as a warning.

"Shove back against me!" he yelled at her.

She spread her thighs wider, scrunched her eyes shut, and pushed back. Her asshole began to open, and as Barcone's huge cock began to penetrate, Belinda felt another kind of pain. Even so, like all the other pain she'd felt, this was an exquisite pain, bringing with it a sense of pleasure. Yes, the pain was great, the pleasure was small. But the pain would diminish and the good would increase. When she screamed it was with enjoyment, but Barcone, mistaking it for a hurt cry, began sadistically cramming his cock more quickly into the teenager's tight asshole.

Finally her asshole stopped fighting Barcone's cock and began sucking it in. He pumped it right up to the hilt with smooth, fast thrusts. His belly smacked resoundingly against her tanned asscheeks each time he plunged into her. Reaching forward and under her, he grabbed her dangling tits and began squeezing them.

Belinda moaned and shoved her body back against the long, hard, thick cock, and now her knees began to literally jump up and down on the mattress. Barcone fucked faster, feeling his cock become even more rigid. He moved so quickly his cock became a blur as it pummeled Belinda's asshole.

Once again it was Belinda who felt something. Between his fingers rubbing her nipples and his cock fucking in and out of her asshole, she felt another overpowering sensation, and suddenly she was screaming again. It was an anal orgasm. She'd heard about them, read about them, but never believed such things really existed until that moment. As Barcone's powerful cock continued reaming her shit chute, she rotated her hips, yanking him up against her, squeezing his cock until he thought she would sever it. And then she stopped. Just like that, she stopped.

Turning to look at Barcone, her hair all over her face, she said, "I only wish to God I'd known how great all this was. I'd never have waited this long."

"Fuck you!" Barcone told her, yanking his cock from her ass.

"By all means, fuck me!" she laughed. And then, "Seriously, I owe you an apology. A lot of girls I've known have cried to me how much it hurt them the first time. Maybe, with someone else, the pain would have been greater and the pleasure a lot less. So that makes you one hell of a man, doesn't it?"

"It's not over, Belinda-baby," Barcone told her. "I still haven't come."

"So fuck me again," she offered.

"You fuck great," he acknowledged. "When you become experienced you'll tear the cock right off a man. But now you're gonna suck."

"What?"

"You heard me. You're gonna suck."

"You expect me to put that thing in my mouth?"

"Better believe it, honey."

"The hell I am."

"You're Goddamn right you will. Remember, you're here to be sexually educated. You're getting six months of sex education in one short day. Cocksucking is a perfectly honorable way to make a man come."

"Oh go to hell," she muttered, lying down on the bed.

Sitting on the bed beside her head, Barcone said, "You either do it voluntarily, or I'll shove it down your throat."

"But what happens when you come?"

"Now that's a dumb question," Barcone said. "You said you wanted to learn it all. Well blowing is part of it all."

"You bastard!" she snapped, and leaned her head against his thigh, staring at his upstanding cock. She saw his own lubricant seeping from the head of his prick, and reaching up with her hand, she used her thumb to rub it into his flesh. The more she rubbed, the more seeped out.

Barcone let his hand caress the back of Belinda's neck, and she understood he was letting her know he intended keeping her head in place until he came. If she didn't blow him properly on a voluntary basis, she'd be forced.

She pressed her full lips to his inner thigh while her hand crept down to Barcone's balls. They were tight and pressed up against his body, and as she let her palm rub against the hair-covered wrinkled flesh, she felt him quiver. Her tongue flicked out and gently touched the staff of his cock. It jerked upright, the head swelling even larger.

What the hell! she thought, and opening her mouth wide, took the purple knob into it, letting her tongue play along its underside. She could feel the prick swell to an even greater size as she ran her lips along the hardened flesh. Now she began to suck and could feel the tasteless lubricant pouring out. At first she was afraid to swallow, but when she did she felt nothing and so continued swallowing.

Now, as her head began to go lower, teasing the cock, Belinda felt Barcone's hand push on the nape of her neck as he cried out. He shoved so hard she could feel the cockhead touching the back of her throat. She was afraid she would choke, but found her throat had relaxed. Even though it was no easy task, she was able to pull the thick cockhead into her throat, letting it massage the fat organ as her tongue lay flat against its underside. Saliva formed in her mouth, but the cock prevented her from swallowing it, so she drooled all over Barcone's pelvis. He never noticed. He was continually pumping his cock into her throat, feeling it contract against him. His nuts were on fire.

Belinda continued stroking Barcone's balls with one hand and used the other to reach beneath him and squeeze his ass. He squirmed and wriggled as her cheeks hollowed, puffing on the cock she had forced into her throat. The flesh felt silken to her tongue, and now that she was sucking, she found she enjoyed it, too.

Barcone used both hands on Belinda's head now, shoving her head up, ramming it down, letting his cock squeeze into the narrow channel of her throat for a moment.

So this was what it was like, Belinda thought, her mouth suctioning the big cock as her head bobbed up and down at a fantastic speed.

"Come on, come on!" Barcone was yelling. "Suck harder, pull with those jaws, draw the jism right outta me! Suck, suck, SUCK!"

And suck she did, hollowing her cheeks and wrapping her tongue against the unbending cock. She felt the head fill her throat again, and this time it was swollen to even greater size. His hands were almost breaking her neck they squeezed so hard, and now she could no longer move her head. His hands were forcing her further down as the cock sank deeper into her throat. And then hot jets of cum gushed down her gullet. Belinda swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

Her tongue kept massaging the underside of his cock, titillating it into blasting out more and more heavy gobs of sticky jism, coating the back of her throat as it slid into her gullet and down into her belly.

She sucked wildly, draining and slurping, taking every last drop he had to offer. His blasting cock finally shrank from the ponderous eleven inches to a shriveled noodle. It dangled in her mouth as she pulled on it one last time, sucking out the final bit of cum before releasing it.

"Am I finished with the lesson?" she asked.

"For today," Barcone nodded. "Hey look, kid, I'm sorry if I seemed rough. I dunno, there's somethin' about you that kinda brings out the animal in a guy. Shit! I was with a real masochist the other day, and I didn't hurt her half as much as I did you."

"Don't worry," Belinda assured him. "It was all in fun. I had a great time. I thought it would hurt a lot more, and I was ready to have some kind of crazy trauma. But you made it all good. Before the summer ends I'd like to come back for more."

"It's up to you, kid. You pass the word through Aphrodite, and I'll let her know when I'm free. I mean, I have work that needs taking care of."

They washed up and dressed, then Barcone kissed her goodbye and watched her leave. He smiled to himself, noting she was walking with somewhat bowed les as she left.

He'd left her with one hell of an impression of himself. Whether or not it was a good impression remained to be seen. But he had definitely impressed her.