Carla felt the weight of Eddie McDonald's father sag the bed as he crawled toward her, felt warm hairy flesh straddle her upper body and settle down on it, and her heart almost stopped beating. Her head flailed from side to side in mute protest and revulsion, and she wanted to scream, to throw the man away from her – but she couldn't. She didn't dare refuse him, not with those lewd, perverted pictures of her daughter hanging in the balance of her decision.
She stared at his penis, which he was extending toward her, huge and blood-red, the tiny hole in its tip seeping seminal fluid, and the yellow light of the bedroom lamp fell across its full expanse, adding to its horrible fascination. The terrified young woman was sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as nothing more than a receptacle for the lewdly waiting sperm of this horrible beast, for she had told the truth in saying that she'd never allowed Arnold to suck her between her thighs or her to kiss his… she considered the acts as dirty and degrading, defiling the purity of the love making. And yet, to suck McDonald's cock now only accentuated the entrapment he had her in, was a fitting punishment for her humiliation and anguish and complete capitulation. She shuddered – but deep down she knew that she would suck his cock, and suck it just as hard and passionately as she could, until she had those damning photographs safely in her possession, and could destroy the lurid threat to her daughter's future.
"Damnit, baby, I won't tell you again!" McDonald roared with contempt. "Suck my fucking cock, you little whore!" He couldn't wait any longer to take this lust-inciting woman, and he grabbed her harshly, lifting her head with the flat of his palm while with the forefinger and thumb of his other hand, he pinched her nose together so that she had to open her mouth to breathe. He pressed forward, the slick smooth glans hard against her chin, moving upwards to tease wetly along her lips. He thrust his buttocks forward, prodding the softness of her lips, grinningly waiting. She mumbled in terror and revulsion, but he wasn't to be denied. He increased the pressure and little by little her mouth gasped open and his broad, thick cock crushed through the moist lips and into the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She could feel it slither the full length of her tongue and fill her cheeks completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
Carla closed her eyes, feeling numb to her agony, and in a trance-like state she felt the pubic hairs at the base of McDonald's cock rub her chin and lips, and then he started teasing his penis in and out of her mouth while his hands held her head in a viselike grip.
"Suck! Suck, baby, suck!" she heard him command harshly, and she did, her lips slowly nibbling subserviently at his thrusting hardness, and she coughed and sputtered until she became accustomed to the alien invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was allowing to be done to her, but it was impossible not to. His testicles bounced loosely against her chin, and her nostrils filled with the piquancy of his maleness, constant reminders of the subservient position he held her in.
She ran her tongue experimentally around and around the thickness of McDonald's slowly pumping cock, flicking the tip into the tiny open slit at the head of his blunt shaft, feeling it swell and pulsate with excitement. She would show him, she drummed through her brandy-fogged brain. If this is what she had to do to save Tamera, she would show him she could please; he wanted her to suck, then she'd suck… he called her a whore, then a whore she would be, doing all the tricks a whore can do. Her tortured, drink-hazed mind droned on deliriously, the very haplessness of her situation excusing away some of the weird, masochistic sensations which were beginning to flutter in her belly and loins.
"Stroke my balls!" McDonald rasped down at her lovely, cock-filled face. "Take them, but be gentle. And suck! Suck harder!"
Carla sucked and licked in earnest, and as she did, the lewd words pouring into her ears spurred her on, and a great shudder passed through her as she became enveloped in the exquisite madness of what she was abjectly doing. She cupped his bloated, semen-filled testicles and caressed them tenderly, still sucking demon-like around and around the throbbing cock-head which was sliding in and out of her ovalled, tightly-clasping mouth. She was totally subjugated, and could do nothing to even stop her own flesh from tingling in unwanted forbiddenness. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming slightly sticky from the small emission of lubricating fluid which seeped from the small hole she bathed with the tip of her tongue, and in response, McDonald writhed and strained over her, his long, sensuous fingers curling tightly in her blonde hair, using her mouth now as if it was another cunt. She could feel his penis stretch and expand until there wasn't any more room, and the repulsion of before gave way to the sickening realization that she was strangely beginning to enjoy it.
The foaming passions which had been released from the self-enforced bondage of her husband's memory flowed through her blood and nerves like a giant holocaust – or a savage invasion of barbarians, ruining all which lay before them. Her mind reeled from the electric touch of her tongue on McDonald's cock and the pungent, not unpleasant taste of his male secretions, and she massaged the soft, resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while crooning mindlessly in rhythmic suckings, twirling her soft tongue maddeningly over and under. She opened her mouth wider in unconscious desire for more of his wonderful penis to be slid inside her butter-soft mouth, and she moved back and forth in a lewd mock of the coital beat, causing McDonald to cry out in pure, unexpected pleasure.
She was unable to stop the mounting spiral of her own passions now, and the young mother's widely stretched lips slavered unashamedly, her hips grinding behind her in hungry desire, soft mewling sounds of animal passion escaping from around the thick cock embedded in her mouth. She was enjoying this deeply, her brain made her realize, and she was becoming a partner in it, participating rather than resisting. She thought fleetingly of her husband, but Arnold's face withered and faded like smoke waved away by a hand as the torrent of her long denied sexual desires billowed through her. Sweat rolled over her body in thick rivulets, rolling down from her forehead to her tightly locked mouth to mingle obscenely with the juices of her saliva and his thin, excited secretions, so that McDonald's naked testicles, slamming hard against her chin on every forward thrust, slapped with a wet, sharp smack of flesh against flesh that seemed to fill the room with their loudness each and every time.
The tingling heat in her cunt became too much for Carla to bear, and she moved her left hand down under her, leaving her right hand bent at the elbow for support, her hand still softly squeezing the throbbing balls which hung and swung beneath his cock. She moved her left hand across her rippling belly and to her now wet, moistly alive cunt, and slipped her fingers through the curly soft pubic hair, parting the thin, silken strands so she could rub the tiny, excitedly rising bud of her clitoris. Faster and faster she manipulated the tiny, quivering tip, feeling the rising storm of her excitement… and then she slipped her fingers into her hungry, insatiably aroused vaginal hole, and her body was engulfed with fire as she strove wildly for her own release.
She sucked to satisfy… to satisfy both of them now, not just the evil man abusing her. Her head bobbed up and around his lust hardened cock like a starving child, the masochistic joy of being used like a dirty slut permeating her whole body, and she groaned soulfully around her tightly locked lips, knowing that at any second, he was going to pump his lewd sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation.
Then, spontaneously, a deep curse erupted from McDonald's throat, and he locked his hands hard around the back of her head, ramming his cock into her mouth and sensing her wildly sucking lips drawing his desire-heated cum voraciously from his nearly exploding balls. His cock-head erupted forth with sudden violence, flooding her mouth and throat with the delicious pungent liquid in a manner she'd never dreamed about, her cheeks bloating as she swallowed the gushes excitedly, clasping her lips even more tightly around his spurting penis so she wouldn't lose a single, wonderful drop of his hotly flooding sperm. It dribbled from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and she lashed out her tongue in a sweeping, snake-like motion to swipe the thin, viscous fluid hungrily back into her mouth. In the semidarkness, McDonald could see her mouth and throat work as she willingly took everything he was pouring into her, and his face crumpled and wrinkled from the climactic pressure, his breath ragged as if knocked from him.
She wouldn't let go, her lips still nibbling, her cheeks still hollowing as she continued to suck insanely on his rapidly deflating cock, wailing as she did so, the sound of her fingers in her own pussy a rhythmically slapping sound of tormented frustration. She was seconds away from her own orgasm… and she was still wild, an unleashed animal gone mad from all the years of her forced celibacy.
"Nooooo!" she sobbed. "Please, more! Wait for me!" as he fell back from her, his limp, now lifeless penis popping wetly from her mouth.
She rolled over, kicking her legs wide in the air, her own hands manipulating ineffectually the thin, hair-lined slit between her thighs. She ground her fingers into the splayed cuntal channel, trying to reach the impossible depths that were so near, yet so far away.
McDonald panted, gasping for breath, greedily viewing the gasping, whimpering young woman, his face flushed and his eyes leering. His cock jerked – it had just cum, but damned if that lewd, erotic sight before him didn't stir his blood anew! He'd never known such utter depravity, such total surrender to the desires of the flesh! It was enough to make an eunuch get a hard-on, by Christ! He fingered his penis, finding that it was growing into a straight, hard, throbbing ram-rod again, just as if he'd not had sex in days, and with a cry of delight, he levered her unresisting legs up off the bed in a wide arc, pressing them harshly back against her breasts. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a bound maiden in sacrificial offering, and he poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles, his thick, rejuvenated cock aimed straight at her helpless, upturned vagina.
"Yes! Oh, yes, God, yes!" Carla moaned.
"I'm going to fuck you shitless now, Mrs. West!" he spat down at her. "Ram it right to your hot looking tits!"
Carla shuddered, torn between the hot desire scorching her still hungrily fevered cunt, and the twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her liquor confused mind. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration rolling down her checks, the fire licking through her long liquid pussy spurred on by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which she was being held. Through glazed, heavy-lidded eyes she looked up at the lewdly grinning nakedness of McDonald, and then down at his rigid penis grazing the blood-swollen, wet lips of her eagerly expectant cunt. Unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her pulsing flesh, and nothing else suddenly mattered!
"Fuck me! You bastard! Go ahead and ram your cock just as far and as hard as you can! Go on! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
McDonald needed no further encouragement. His heavy body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of cement, and his thick pole plunged into her waiting cunt hole like a battering log, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel, searching head.
"Ahhhhh!" Carla screamed. "Ahhhhh, yeeeessssss!"
Carla cried out at the brutal impalement, surprised by its thickness. But it was only momentary, the greedy moist walls gripping his hardened flesh, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt, and she groaned in relief at the filling of her wide stretched vaginal passage as he began a heavy, deep thrusting into her now voluntarily grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth opened in wild abandoned ecstasy, and her orgasm didn't take long to explode within her, for she had been so close before. McDonald's expanding penis fucking up into her like a jack-hammer set her off like a roman candle.
"I-I'm cummminggg! Oh God, I'm cuuuming!" Her voice was shrill with passion. "Ahhhhhggggggg!" Her hands closed greedily behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper into her wide spread crotch, and her cum juice flowed wetly out around his still driving cock, flowing down the crevice of her buttocks and wetly flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight, puckered anus.
Spurred on by her twisting body, McDonald fucked harder into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine out of control. Bright flashes filled the room as Carla grunted out her climax, and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm spurt deep up into her dilating womb, and her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful spurts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
The young mother's firm, sweat-drenched body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as McDonald's grip on her legs was released. She lay spread-eagled as she felt the heavy weight lift from her and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form. Then McDonald spoke in the distance as she floated on her cloud of release.
"You're not dead yet, Mrs. West," came the lewd voice, "and the night's still young. Give me a few minutes to rest, and then we'll see what other games we can play."
Carla shuddered, but in a deliciously tingling way. Yes, she wanted him again and again… and no longer did she want to continue the worship of the dead. Her husband was buried at last, replaced by a love of sexual gratification. Yes, she wanted to be fucked again, and to hell with if it meant getting the pictures back or not.