It finally pushed through and lodged for a moment in her throat, she felt the desperation of choking and her throat muscles tried to push it back out ...o that she may breath. He groaned in his ecstasy as she did this and suddenly there was a gush as his seed pumped straight down into her, burying itself deep within her core, pooling inside her gut. She was impaled upon his demanding cock, forced to accept his seed, forced to open wide and choke as he demanded entrance to her body. She felt her. He was ordering her around, just like Mark had. Her response, though, was complex. When she stood there, and he reached out and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her, and then giving her a gentle shove towards the kitchen, habit made her do exactly what he was telling her to do. Her mind was screaming not to do it, and telling her to throw this bum out too, but it was so much easier, just like it had been so much easier with Mark, to just do whatever it was he said to do. This war within. I must admit that I had the same thoughts about her. The only difference is that I had no problem about it. But the most important thing you must remember about her is that, not only that every little piece of her was screaming “sex” or "fuck me”, but in time I also realised that sex and a good fuck were the only things she was thinking about (which, I must stress, I don`t think is a bad thing at all). She was (and maybe, still is) the real, authentic nympho slut. Unfortunately, her looks and. .. if my parents had caught me. I could just see it, my kneeling there with Carlton's cock impaling my mouth over and over ... my dad would have just flat out killed him right there.My mom would be in shock no doubt that her daughter would even known how to do that, how to treat a man's cock. I had gone into the house after Carlton had left and rinsed out my mouth thinking damn, so that's what it is like. I liked it better than I thought I might even when Carlton had grabbed my hair pulling it.