Chapter 7
Lisa felt totally vulnerable as she stood, nude, before the lecherous old man. She felt exposed as she had never felt exposed in the past. She didn't know what depraved plans he had for her. She felt his eyes going over her sleek hips, her tiny waist, her firm, ripe, up-thrusting tits, crowned by long, extended pink nipples. His eyes moved over her, up and down, slowly, as he savored her beauty. Again and again his lewd gaze returned to the golden triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
For a moment a wild thought leapt into Lisa's troubled mind. He was such a soft, weak-looking old man. She was young and strong. She had been well-trained. She knew she could take him out, overcome him physically, with ease. Perhaps if she did - if she did, she could beat him up so badly that he would be forced in pain to free the boys. Yes, she thought to herself, I'll beat him to a pulp!
The instant that the thought entered her mind, the old man moved to her and with parted lips he traced a line of wet kisses over her swaying globes. She felt his wet lips and tongue, felt her nipples spring to life thrillingly, unwilled, between his caressing lips. He sucked on her long pink nipple, teasing it with his lips and tongue.
In that instant, Lisa was defeated. The shocking, surprising thrill of his lips and tongue on her right breast, nibbling at the pink crest, sent a tremor through her. Her nipple sprang to life, hard and erect, as his tongue tattooed it. His lips squeezed with sucking tightness on her nipple and she gasped for air. The attack of his mouth on her nipple ripped all thought of physically subduing him instantly from her fevered mind. Suddenly she was a woman with a man hungering deliriously at her breast. A woman in such a predicament doesn't think of beating a man up.
Suddenly, he released her tingling nipple from his lips, licking his tongue over his thin lips, his watery eyes gloating as they crawled over her lush curves. Her lips curled in disgust as she returned his look. In spite of the sudden, surprising thrill that his lips had brought to her nipple, she felt dirty. She despised him and her face reflected her dislike of him. He saw her look and understood it instantly.
"So, I disgust you, do I?" he snarled.
She didn't have a chance to answer as she stood there, her naked body trembling with revulsion and rage. He suddenly grabbed her forearm with his surprisingly strong fingers, squeezing cruelly, making her whimper with pain. He harshly, sharply, struck her hard across the cheek, jarring her, making her momentarily see stars. She was stunned. She hadn't expected this.
"I'll teach you, girl-bitch, to turn your haughty nose up to me," he spat.
He raised his hand again to strike her. She turned her face and he laughed and gripped her by her hair, knotting it in his fingers. He gave a harsh yank, jerking her, making her cry out in pain. She knew how to break his hold. Years of training had taught her. But she felt weak - strangely weak and useless in her nakedness as she cringed before the small, fat, bald-headed old man. She struggled with herself, trying to find her suddenly lost strength and resourcefulness. But, before she could react he moved. He yanked her hair, dragging her head back cruelly and holding her by the hair at arm's length he struck at the side of her face again. Then he brought a backhand hard against her other cheek, snapping Lisa's head from side to side. He slapped her again and again, forehand and backhand, snapping her head from side as she whimpered, feeling beaten and helpless. She was so much younger, bigger and stronger than he and yet, she was like a rag doll as he slapped her. Perhaps it was her nakedness that stripped away her will to fight back -
Strangely, being beaten by him seemed to perversely thrill her. She could not understand it. It seemed impossible. But the weird thrill that was shivering through her now had to be caused by the weak old man's attack. It caused a responsive contraction of her vagina. It was so weird and perverse.
And then he stopped hitting her cheeks with his stinging hand. He stretched her head far back, bending her in an arch - an arch that bent her toward him, thrusting her ripe tits outward. His hand moved and then he slapped it hard against her right breast. It jiggled, stinging, making her whimper and then she felt the hard fury of his hand again as it landed, backhand, on her breast, making it bounce and jiggle and quiver again. He began beating her tender, aching tits with fury, using a double tattoo on her breasts as he slapped them both at the same time, going from one to the other with speed.
Lisa was now beyond fighting back. She felt helpless, could not struggle for her freedom even though she could still wipe him out easily. Weirdly, she found herself arching her body more deeply, to present more of herself to his demented, sadistic will. He thrashed her breasts mightily, with anger, hatred. He slapped them until they went pink, then turned red. Her nipples felt crushed from the blows.
Then, as quickly as the mad thrashing of her breasts had started, it stopped. She sobbed. He cruelly yanked her naked body to him and captured her lips with his. His tongue took hers with a vengeance that seemed intent on killing. She didn't resist She abandoned herself to him. Weirdly, his slapping hands had stirred a sleeping flame inside of her, a flame for perversion that she didn't know existed. She didn't think or reason, she merely allowed herself to be used and abused by the old man. He laughed at her as he took his lips from hers. She bowed her head.
Then he put his hands on her shoulders and dug his thumbs cruelly into the hollow of her collar bone, forcing her to her knees. She bowed before him on her knees, feeling broken, her eyes closed tightly. Then the painful hold was gone. She stayed as she was on her knees, her eyes closed tightly. She heard something rustling. She lifted her head up and looked at him. She blinked her eyes, trying to rid them of the tears of humiliation and pain that clouded them.
She stared. She was ready for anything, anxious almost, wanting it to be over. There before her misted, clouded eyes he stood, naked. Her eyes stared. His naked rod was but inches from her face. She stared at it with surprised, horrified fascination. It was huge - as big as any of her boys'. She blinked, not believing her eyes. Were her eyes lying to her? Was this physical ruin of an old man a stud? He was!
Her tongue slipped out to nervously moisten her suddenly dry lips. She could not believe the size, thrust and dimension of it. It was huge, swollen, the balls swaying beneath it. Grey hair curled at its base.
"Surprised, girl? Didn't think such an old man could be such a stud, did you?" he laughed mirthlessly, enjoying the way in which he was humbling her, enjoying the stare of her wide, surprised eyes as they surveyed the gigantic sweep of his huge, hard cock.
She could not answer. Her throat was parched suddenly.
The old man bent down, bringing his huge cock even with Lisa's luscious, slap-reddened breasts. Then, with a cruel laugh, he began to wildly swat her hard, back and forth, guiding his hard cock with his hand as he whipped it fiercely, from one tit to the other, back and forth, across again, faster and faster, harder and harder. The hardness of his gigantic prick landed crushing blows on her bruised, stinging, sensitive breasts. Her nipples seemed to bend and then pop up again for the next blow, only to be crushed again. He seemed intent on battering away the full firmness of her breasts with his hard, hammering cock. But no matter how hard he smashed away, he could not subdue the firmness of her seemingly defiant, thrusting, hard-pointed tits.
Lisa was whimpering and sobbing and breathing hard. Breath seemed to be restricted as he beat her breasts cruelly with his cock. Judge Crawford thrashed furiously with his cock against her tits, swatting madly with strength, his weak, watery eyes gleaming with cruelty and lust and perversion and then he began to groan as he continued to swat her breasts with his enormous cock, as if he were experiencing wild thrills. He released her hair from the grip of his yanking hand.
When he released her hair, Lisa fell forward before him with a deep sob. He took a step away, his naked, flabby chest rising and falling rapidly from the excitement.
"I'm not through with you, girl," he panted.
She stared up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She felt humbled, beaten, shamed, useless before him. He moved to her, bent, gripped her and pulled her to her feet. They were both naked. She was ravishing and young. He was old and ugly. He let her go, momentarily, an evil smile on his thin lips.
"You have a ripe, beautiful body, girl," he said. "You're nice and creamy, except for some red on your cheeks and your tits," he laughed.
"Oh, Judge, please - " she whimpered.
"Quiet, girl. You're paying the price of the boys' freedom," he snarled.
As he snarled at Lisa he went to his heap of clothes and whipped the leather belt from the loops in the trousers. He curled a part of it around his puffy hand and turned and stared, a thin grin on his old, flabby face. He walked toward her.
Lisa watched the old judge approach. She stared with fear at the harsh leather belt. She knew what he intended. She tried to get up, but his eyes, staring into hers, seemed to lock her in her bowed position on the floor. She saw the sagging rolls of flab on the old man's naked body as he walked toward her menacingly. She just couldn't comprehend how a man with such a ruin of a small body could have a cock of such dramatic size and hardness. It seemed as if a young man's cock had been grafted onto the old man's sorry body. As he neared her Lisa felt an anxious quiver shot through her thighs. It was as if she were yearning, bizarrely, for him to inflict his cruel, sadistic torture on her.
"There's a bit of the pervert - the sadist - in all of us, girl," he said in a low voice.
"Oh, please ... noooo ... don't ... "
He roughly grabbed Lisa by the hair, yanking her cruelly forward into a position that put her on all-fours, her buttocks, shimmering, upturned, her ripe breasts, red and dangling. She took a deep breath and her heavy breasts heaved. She sobbed.
"I'm going to thrash you, girl. Where would you like to feel the sting of this leather belt the most?"
"Noooo - Don't - " she pleaded, quivering helplessly, her superior strength negated by his behavior.
"Where'd you like me to thrash you the most, girl?" he sneered. "Answer me."
"Anywhere," she whimpered. "Please - get it over with - "
He grinned. The harsh leather belt dangled from his small, puffy hand. He paused, seeming to enjoy prolonging her fear of the belt. He grinned maliciously. Then the belt sang, whizzing through the air.
It landed with a smack over her firm, heart-shaped buttocks.
"Agggg!" she screamed in pain.
He laughed gleefully and whipped the belt over her. It crashed and curled over her left buttock cheek, leaving a red welt. Another sharp slash and the belt bruised over her other cheek. Again and again the belt flailed over her upturned, shivering buttocks, streaking them with red marks.
The pain was dreadful for Lisa. She sobbed and quivered helplessly and as he flailed her a strange thing began to happen to Lisa. The silent flame long hidden in her flickered to perverted life. Her thighs began to quiver rapidly and her stomach muscles began to contract. Each lash of the leather belt seemed to stoke the strange flame, making perverted, sadistic passion lick over her.
She panted raggedly beneath him as he whipped her buttocks furiously. She didn't know for how much longer she could endure the abuse he was fearfully dealing out.
She sobbed, tears rolling down her lovely, flushed cheeks. He paused, surveyed the marks he had whipped over her firm, lovely buttocks and smiled. Then he laughed, pulled his arm back and thrashed it down again, striking her on her inner left thigh.
Lisa groaned and whimpered, automatically spreading her thighs farther apart in pain as she swayed beneath him on all-fours. He struck her again and again and again. Smack. Crack. Whip. Crash. Each biting cut of the leather belt was brutal; the belt struck dangerously close to her slick, gaping pussy lips as they expanded and contracted in perverted passion from the whipping. He hit her again and again.
She moaned and her voice had an eerie sound. It sounded almost as if her eerie cry was begging, animal fashion, for the belt to strike her even more fiercely. Down the belt slammed, hard and she cried piercingly.
"Aggghhhgggg," she cried, mournfully. It sounded like the sound a woman makes when a man pierces her cunt with his huge rod. It had a sexual ring. The belt stung her as he stood over her, flailing her. Harder and harder and strangely, it began to seem like a sensual contact, the belt against her flesh, beginning to thrill her with its biting pain.
Madly the belt came down, leaving marks on her buttocks and thighs. She groaned and gasped with each lashing sting of the belt. Her body began to writhe in what seemed to be sexual agony. It was a new kind of sexual agony that was gripping her now. Lisa seemed, in her agony of pain, thrilling pain, to be discovering something of perversion, a discovery that the whipping could whip up a shattering rapture of feeling in her body.
And then, suddenly, the old man tossed aside the belt. She remained, quivering, on all-fours, her buttocks welted and flaming with thrilling pain, her breasts red from the cruel slaps of his hands. He rushed at her and bent, crushing his body down over hers. The impact of his soft body against her stinging flesh made her cry out He jammed his body hard against her and ground his knees into the backs of her thighs, opening them, lifting her up, thrusting his rampant cock up between her thighs. The blaze of pain gripped Lisa intensely as he lifted her high off the floor with the ram of his body.
Lisa toppled over, landing on her back, the rough carpet scraping against her flaming buttocks, making her sob. He thrust himself on her, pumping his cock like a battering ram at her thighs. Desperately, as if she had a need to grasp something human, she reached and clutched his neck. She felt suspended. It seemed to her that the small, sorry-looking old man possessed titanic strength. She felt weak and drained of any will to resist. She felt him pressing down on her, felt the rubbery folds of his soft body pressing down on her firm curves, driving her pained buttocks down into the harsh carpet.
She dug her long, painted fingernails into his neck as she felt thrilling sensation pulse through her. She felt conquered for the first time in her wild, sexually-oriented life. She held fast to him, whimpering, biting her teeth with passion into his soft shoulder, raking her nails over his back, her legs flailing wide apart, leaving her soft slit exposed and vulnerable before the hard, probing head of his monstrous cock.
"Agggghhh, ohhhh, God," she whimpered as he thrust down over her.
"I'm going to fuck you, girl, fuck that hot, pretty cunt of yours till it aches as much as your tits and ass ache," he said.
"Ohhhh, God ... " she moaned helplessly.
"You loved being whipped, didn't you?"
"Uggggg," she groaned, unable to speak.
"Say you loved it," he commanded.
"Yes, yessssss ... I loved it ... " she moaned.
"You want me to fuck you. Say you do."
"Ohhhh ... I can't ... can't stand this ... "
"Say you want me to fuck you!"
"Oh, God! Yes - I - want you to - fuck me!" she screamed, as if out of her mind.
"Beg me."
"Please, please fuck me ... " she wailed helplessly.
He laughed with satisfaction as he rubbed his swollen cock to and fro against her satiny, parted thighs, bumping the purpled, hard head of his prick gently against the pouting pink and moist lips of her cunt. He pressed down on her, driving her flaming buttocks deeper against the harsh carpet, causing her great pain.
She felt imprisoned beneath him. Secret desires that had lay quiet and hidden for years within Lisa now turned her into a weak, willing partner to his demented lust. She was as if in complete collapse beneath him as he pressed his flabby body down on her.
"Wrap your legs up around my waist when I shove my cock into your sweet little pussy, girl," he snarled.
"Yes ... anything you say ... " she said weakly, panting.
She felt his massive cock rubbing against her moist trench and knew that any moment their bodies would be united. She felt a mixture of fear, revulsion, pain and thrilling desire taking hold of her, whipping her perverted and subdued passion higher and higher.
"Push your hips up!" he commanded. She did.
His big weapon made brushing contact with her dripping pussy, making Lisa groan. She hated him, despised him and yet thirsted to have him violate her just as cruelly as he had whipped her. She could not understand it. Her hips moved up toward his hard cock as it moved down to invade her.
The tip of his hard prick was pressing against the cleft of her moist slit as his puffy pink face hovered over her face, grinning sadistically. His hands moved onto her breasts, caressing them roughly, kneading the nipples until they began to tingle and spring to life. He squeezed the nipples, hurting them, adding more pain to the pain she had already suffered. She thrashed her lovely body beneath him, helplessly, moaning, burning with sensations she had never felt before. She gasped and gulped for air as his mouth, hot and wet, closed over her right nipple and then tried to swallow her huge, full, firm, ripe tit entirely.
She gasped at the sensation of his mouth on her tit and then she felt his gigantic shaft begin to push inward, inward, the hard head spreading roughly apart the pink, fleshy folds of her cunt as it bore in, in, into her tender trench.
"Ohhhh, God, you're going in ... " she wailed.
"Yes. Right into your rich young cunt," he laughed.
Then his lips were sucking and his tongue was licking over her sensitive tits and at the same moment, she felt the big head of his rod pressing in, in, in between the snug lips of her defenseless pussy, stretching the pink, moist lips apart savagely. It hurt her and she cried out in pain, but he ignored her. Her body began to move involuntarily as she felt the hungry suction of his lips on her tits, the grinding pressure of her buttocks against the carpet, the pain of the invasion of his gross cock. His shaft grew slippery as it pushed in, sinking in between her stretching pussy lips. He was violating her violently, as if intent on sinking his fleshy tool all the way into her, to the hilt.
Tingling tremors began to coarse through her as she bucked her hips up, as he commanded, driving her pained pussy up at the down-plunging hardness of his shaft. She tried in a last, futile effort, to fight back against her emotions and her body, which were going now to totally betray her. The fight was useless.
His cock drove into her cringing pussy. The young, pink, moist, fleshy lips of her cunt spread apart. She squeezed her eyes tightly as her body betrayed her. She didn't want him to humble and use her this way. She mustn't. But she was beaten by him as she felt his cock snaking forward, burrowing up into her aching, straining pussy. The shock of the violation thrilled her and her pelvis jerked upward, involuntarily, as he began to bury his huge cock in her cunt.
She opened before him. He began to stuff and gorge his cock into her wet trench. Now, as she felt it thrusting painfully into her, no protest was possible, no principles meant anything, nothing meant anything but the cock that burrowed slowly and violently up between the steaming wet lips of her furrow, stretching the lips wide, in a wet, sucking circle that clung to the invading rod. As he drove into her he sucked and bit her tits, licking. She cried and mewed beneath him as she began to grind her cunt frantically, the monstrous cock battering its way up into her hot, gaping pussy.
The purple, bulging head of his prick pulsed into her moist opening. The lips of her throbbing cunt stretched, giving way, parting, making a wider and wider wet circle, as his cock pushed its way violently in.
"Ahhhhggggghhhhh," she cried.
"You ... have a nice ... tight, juicy cunt," he panted.
He sunk his fleshy instrument in another inch as she struggled beneath him, kicking her legs out wide, then wrapping them tightly around his flabby, pumping waist again. Slowly, slowly, she was becoming impaled on his cock. Suddenly her cunt lips slid wide apart, stretched as wide as possible and then ... the old judge grinned lewdly and drove his monstrous cock all the way in, to the very hilt.
"Ohhhhhhh ... " she gasped as she felt it drive in deeply.
"What a sweet pussy you have, girl," he laughed, lying flat on top of Lisa, crushing her under his full weight, his cock deep in her tight passageway, clutched by her pink, moist, soft flesh. Lisa convulsively jerked beneath him as his huge rod seemed to swell to even greater proportions inside of her, filling her, stuffing her vagina, choking it.
He's in me, she thought hysterically to herself. He's all the way in me. I'm being fucked by a dirty, ugly, repulsive old man. Oh, God, what a cock he has! He's grinding it in me, oh! making my poor stinging behind hurt even more by ramming it hard against the carpet and my breasts - oh, how they hurt. I don't want to show him that I like it - but, God, I love it! Oh, that rotten old bastard's made a fool of me. He's using me and I love it!
His stomach thudded flabbily against her flat stomach and his sperm-filled balls slapped against the crevice of her behind. His huge, hard cock lay imbedded inside of her stretched cunt, up to the hilt. He stared down at her face and saw a mixture of pain and pleasure there. He flexed his hips and with exact muscle control, arched and throbbed his cock inside her, making her groan. He began to grind over her pussy.
His hand went under her and she felt the shivering probe of his fingertip jabbing into her tiny puckered anus. She cried out. She was now impaled on his cock and his finger. He dug his finger deep into the ring of her asshole as his cock flashed into her cunt. Her buttock's tunnel throbbed as his finger sunk in and began to jab in and out in rhythm with his spearing cock as it plunged in and out of Lisa's stretched, clinging, dripping pussy. His finger impaling her ass now withdrew and fucked in with perfect precision, matching his pistoning cock. It was a duo fucking she was getting from the old man and she gasped with pleasure and pain as he picked up the tempo.
Relentlessly he jabbed, pumped, pounded, plunging, withdrawing, fucking Lisa with the stamina and fury of a young man gone wild. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. As he fucked Lisa he lifted her breasts, weighing it, bringing his thumb and forefinger to her hard, cracking nipple. He pinched it cruelly, making her cry. Her tight cunt churned in response to his long, vicious thrusts. She wiggled and bounced furiously as he increased his speed, his cock tearing in and out of her faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
"Eiiiiieeee!" she yelled.
He pinched her nipples and lolled them between his lips, sucking on the round, stabbing hardness of them, biting them, licking them, sucking them out from their rosy base and then letting them slip out of his lips to snap back again.
She thrust her hot thighs fiercely against his driving loins, now giving herself to him shamelessly. Her ass burned with pain as she rotated it, bunted it, ground it harshly against the rough carpet.
He laughed cruelly as he pounded her.
"You're enjoying this fuck, aren't you, girl?"
"Yes, ohhhhh, yes," she stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She whimpered and screamed and cried and twisted her head from side to side as he took her lustily. He began to use her with rude power, skewering his cock in and out and around in her grinding pussy. He was now ravaging her with anger, as if intent on revenging himself to her. He took Lisa with anger and hate, with no gentleness or consideration. He ripped away at her violently. Lisa ached all over as he used her. She could not deny the response her body made to his mighty cock. She thrashed and arched, held herself up from the carpet, her buttocks suspended, his finger screwing in and out of her asshole. She bobbed up and down, ground, as he tortured her body. His cock rushed rapidly in to her dripping cunt.
"Oh, God!" she screamed.
He laughed cruelly, thrusting his raping cock into her aching, wet cunt like a bull. She screamed and he slapped her, spinning her head to the side. He jammed into her again. She whimpered and cried and twisted her head from side to side. As she tossed her head it was as if she were attempting to toss aside a bad dream. But it was not a dream.
The judge tore his flashing, slippery cock faster and faster into Lisa. He thrust, grunting. He spun his cock round in her cunt. He bloated his prick fabulously in her. He lurched and lusted and she was helplessly impaled on his massive strength, the massive cock that was taking her young cunt, inflaming it. He ravaged her with anger and revenge and hate.
"You're killing meeeeee!" Lisa screamed,
"And you love it!" he grunted.
"Ohhhh!"
Oh, God, she thought feverishly, he's killing me, ripping me apart with that fabulous old cock! It's ripping my pussy apart. It's spearing into my guts!
The pain in her cunt was delicious and his mouth and tongue worked avidly over her heaving tits. Her body, young and vibrant, was whipping feverishly beneath his bucking old body. Her hips thrush up and she sank her heels into his driving buttocks, pushing his flashing, dripping cock deeper into her fleshy, sucking tunnel. His hairy sack of balls slapped against her buttocks.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me you rotten old bastard, fuck me!" she cried and even as the words tumbled unwillingly from her lips they sounded strange and far away to Lisa, as if some other girl were crying them out. Her words shocked her, but her feelings were so intense that she could not control herself. "Fuck me! Screw me!"
"You're a great fuck," he grunted, pumping over her.
"I'm coming! Ohhhh! Shoot it in me! Blast your load in me you rotten bastard, you dirty old man, you fucking lover, you!" she yelled, out of control.
She screamed as she hit her peak, coming, coming, huge tremors hitting her. At the same moment she felt him pumping, blasting his squirting load of hot sperm into her climaxing cunt. They came together, gasping for air, crying out, grunting, cursing, urging each other on and then, it was over.
Lisa was panting, sucking desperately for air. The old man's puffy face was flushed and he was breathing laboriously.
"Now you've got a load of my come juice in your belly, girl," he laughed. "You were such a great lady. Hell, you're a whore, just like all women are." His cock was limp in her cunt. The walls of her vagina and the lips of her dripping cunt contracted with dimming passion on his limp tool. "You had a big climax, didn't you?"
"Yes ... " she panted, ashamed to admit it.
"No young stud can out fuck me! Right?"
"Right," she whispered. She ached all over and her cunt still tingled from the violent way in which he had fucked her thrillingly. She hadn't wanted to respond, but she could not help herself. He was an expert, a great lover. She hated him and respected him at the same time. He had fucked her and had made her love it hugely.
He slipped his cock out of her and rolled away. He lay next to her fondling her body absently. She gave her body up to his hands, his will. She was his and she knew it, could not deny it. He had beaten her, broken her. She was his. As she lay there, she forgot completely about the boys. All she thought about was his huge, wet, slippery prick, lying there limp on his thigh.
"Girl, you're going to suck power into my prick for me. Understand?" he said, a lewd smile on his thin lips.
"Yes. I understand," she whispered.
"Well get to it, girl. Use those pretty lips of yours. They were made for cock-sucking. Suck, girl," he commanded.
Lisa could now deny the lecherous old man nothing. She was under his spell. His will was her will.
Lisa crawled humbly down to his lap and leaned over it, staring intently at the limp thickness of his sperm-and-cunt-juice-coated cock. She stared at the glistening rod. It looked harmless and vulnerable now, so unlike that ramming pole that had shafted into her. She closed her lips and moved down closer to it, seeing the lines of the veins, the now wrinkled skin, the glistening come juice that coated it. She felt repulsion and fascination.
And she thought to herself: He's so old and ugly and repulsive, but good God, what a cock! They're so many delicious inches to it and it's so thick! Even limp it's huge! Now he's going to make me take that marvelous cock in my mouth - he thinks I'm going to hate it, but oh! I'm going to love it. I can blow a load just sucking on a cock. How I love to suck cock! The taste of it and the feel of it in my lips, on my tongue - I love it! I love to be fucked in the mouth by a cock and his cock will be sooo exciting to have hot and stuffed in my mouth, all hard and when he comes - I'll swallow every drop of his delicious cream!
She took his slippery, limp thickness in the cupping pal of her soft hand. She felt a thrill as her hand weighed the heaviness of his fuck stick. It lay there, limp and seemingly innocent in the palm of her hand. Then, with her other hand, she caressingly fingered his sack of balls.
"That's nice, girl. Play around. It feels good."
Lisa bent down and kissed the long, thick softness of his slippery cock. She tongued at the soft balls. Then she tongued her way down the inside of one thigh, whisked her tongue dramatically across, up and down, back and forth and round and round. If she had to service him orally, she meant to do it right.
She moved to the under-part of his other thigh and duplicated the licking caress. When she finally reached the juncture of his thighs where his cock was anchored, she paused. But she paused for only a moment.
She dove down. Her lips opened in a wet circle. She took his slimy cock and sucked it deeply, gurgling in her throat. Then Lisa slowly drew her blonde head back, holding firmly to his cock with her clinging lips as she did, giving him the intense sensation of lips and tongue and teeth rippling against his flesh. When she had drawn back to the very end of his cock head she plunged again, cramming it into her mouth, gurgling wildly in her throat, pressuring with lips and tongue and teeth. Then slowly she lightened her savage hold on his cock and once more she drew her lips back up, up, so far up that it seemed that it would slip out of her lips. But it didn't. She held it fast with sucking, nursing lips, then renewed her dive down on his quickly swelling, hardening shaft.
"Suck, girl, that's the way," the old man groaned with pleasure. "You're a lovely cock-sucker, you are. Suck it good and long."
And suck she did, with pleasure. Her wet rips were wrapped firmly around his fleshy shaft. The slippery cock slid in as she tongued it. He wasn't circumcised. Her fingers peeled back the skin exposing the hard head. Her tongue tasted every inch of his hardening prick. She swirled her tongue round and round on his stick of thick flesh as it slid in and out of her ovaled mouth. She sucked on it as if her life depended on it. It got rounder and harder and longer in the gliding slid of her lips. As she sucked, her head bobbing, her hand went under to cradle the full, wrinkled, hairy bag of balls. The old man groaned with pleasure as her lips sucked his now hard erect cock and her fingers expertly massaged his balls. His curly grey hair tickled against her nose and the balls bumped against her chin as she sucked all the way down.
"Suck, Miss Rich Bitch, suck!" he urged. But Lisa now needed no urging.
She licked the cock as it stuffed her mouth to capacity. Her lips and tongue and teeth worked avidly on his cannon-like prick. She laved it with her tongue.
Oh, she thought to herself as she sucked, her head bobbing over his stiff prick, her lips dragging up and down, clinging wetly, oh, she thought, it's so big and swollen and loaded. Cream in my mouth, you lovely old bastard stud!
Her hand, fingers fluttering, continued to squeeze caressingly on his hairy sack of balls as his cock slipped in and out of her mouth.
The old man undulated his flabby body, jamming his cock up into her down-diving lips. He twisted and turned and arched, meeting her increasing pace, her head bobbing wildly, her blonde hair flying, her bold lips eating him deliciously.
Her tongue whisked round and round, curling around his sticking cock. She dived down with her lips and consumed it, loved it, caressing her loving, wet lips over the length and thickness of it. She was giving him her all now, everything she could - there was no thought in her fevered mind now but the cock that was surging in and out of her lips, ramming back to her throat.
And then he came with a shout and a grunt. A responding teeming tremor hit Lisa as she felt the hot sperm spurting in thick streams in her mouth, pouring in, filling her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. She swallowed and swallowed, drinking down every drop of his thick cream thirstily.
She didn't let go until there was nothing left and even then she gently squeezed his sack of balls, hoping to force out yet another delicious drop so that she could drink it down.
Jealously, she let his limp cock slip out of her hot, loving lips. Some sperm stuck to her lips and she licked it away, smiling, in a kind of sexual daze.
"That was good, girl. You're a great cock sucker."
"Did I please you?" she asked. She knew that if he decided to whip her again she would not be able to resist him. She was wallowing in a swamp of perverted desire with the flabby old man. She was his pleasure toy and she knew it, reveled in the thrill of being subjected by such a repulsive, unattractive man.
"Yes, you pleased me, girl. You love to suck cock, don't you?" he laughed, his eyes going over her naked curves.
"I'm glad I was good for you," she whispered, lowering her eyes.
"If you hadn't, I'd have whipped you to within an inch of your life," he said harshly. She knew he meant it. His harsh words made her feel weak and defenseless. She had never felt this way before. He had a strange, total hold over her.
"Please don't whip me ... " she whimpered.
"As long as you please me, you have nothing to fear on that subject. Now, girl - "
"Yes?"
"I've got to tell you that you have the sweetest cunt I've ever ripped into and your lips are the best at sucking my cock. Rich girl, you're a hot whore under your fancy clothes and manners."
"I - don't know - " she stammered, feeling childish and useless with him.
"Well, you are. You're a whore, a harlot. But any woman who hasn't got a streak of the harlot in her is a stick in the mud. Some writer once said that. Well, it doesn't matter. You've got a streak of the harlot in you all right, a big streak!" he laughed.
Lisa did not say a word. She lay next to him. She felt no desire to leave him. If he asked her to stay on and on indefinitely, she doubted that she could say no to him. He had such a sure, strong hold on her emotions and will. All he had to do was call the tune and she'd dance to it now.
"You got something out of that whipping I gave you, didn't you, girl?"
"It hurt - "
"But you got something out of it didn't you?" he insisted, his wise eyes, coldly watching her.
"It hurt, but after a while, it began to make me feel strange - "
"Perversely, you loved it, right?"
"Yes, I guess that's right," she sighed.
"And you loved being fucked by my big old cock, didn't you?"
"Yes, I loved it," she admitted, nearly blushing girlishly.
"And if I told you now that I wouldn't fuck you again, you'd beg me for more, wouldn't you?"
"Yes ... I would ... " she whispered honestly, hating herself for admitting it, but knowing she had no other way to answer.
"You loved sucking my cock, didn't you?" he asked, driving humiliating questions at Lisa.
"Yes. I loved it. Loved it very much."
"Good," he laughed. "Now, want me to screw you again?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Very much."
"Beg me," he gloated.
"Oh, please ... . please ... udge ... fuck me again with that big, hard darling of a cock of yours. I love it in me. Fuck me. Screw me. I want it sooo. I want you. Screw me silly. Ram your big prick into my oozing pussy. It wants your hard cock again. Put it in me, please?" She had no shame now.
"Okay," he laughed. "But I'm not going so far south this time."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass, girl, that's what I mean and you're going to enjoy every aching moment of it as I stuff my mean, hard prick in the crack between the cheeks of your pretty girl's ass," he said lewdly.
"You'll hurt me. My behind's all welted from the way you spanked me with the belt. It's on fire. Oh, please don't do that. Please put it in my pussy again. I'll-I'll fuck you even better," she pleaded shamelessly.
As she pleaded with him her hand caressed his cock and her curling fingers felt his magnificent prick going hard again. He's just as capable as a young boy! she said with wonder to herself as the rising, thickening cock began to quickly fill the cupping, moving circle of her fingers.
"No, girl, I'm going to fuck you in the ass. You've got a swinging ass. A mean ass. It's made for fucking back there. I've been wanting to stick my cock in it since I first saw you. I'm going to throw a mean fuck into your beautiful, mean ass, girl," he laughed cruelly.
"Noooooo," she whimpered helplessly. "Please don't. I hurt so much back there. It's going to hurt toooooo much, darling Judge. My pussy wants you. Put it in there. I'll give you a ride you'll never forget."
"No. I'm going to give you a ride you're never going to forget, young lady. I'm going to fuck you dog-style, in the ass. Too bad my dog's tied up out back. I'm too lazy to go out and get him."
"You wouldn't - !"
"I would," he laughed. "You bet I would. I still might. Yes, that could be fun. I might bring old Sawbones in here and let him watch me fucking you in the ass. He'd sit there, his long tongue hanging out, watching me screw you royally. He'd get excited watching and his pecker'd slid long and red out, good and hard and as soon as I'd get through with you, I'd turn you over to him," the judge laughed.
"You couldn't let a filthy animal, a beast, a dirty dog jump on me!"
"I could ... and I just might yet," he gloated, seeing the fear and horror in her eyes. "Yes. It might be fun. I'd like to see him lapping at your juicy cunt with his long tongue. I'd like to see him screw you," he roared.
"You wouldn't! Please!"
"Old Sawbones would appreciate me letting him screw a girl as pretty and desirable as you. He's been a good companion to me. It's the least I can do for him."
"Please! I'll do anything for you! But, I beg you, don't set your dog on me! Please don't!" she cried.
"Forget about my dog for now, girl."
"How can I?" she whined hysterically.
"All you got to think about now is my hard cock going into your juicy ass, girl."
"Please, noooo ... "
"Get up on your hands and knees, like a bitch dog in heat, girl. I'm going to fuck you dog style, even if my old dog doesn't get around to fucking you the same way."
"No, please!"