Chapter 7
Now he hovered menacingly over her as she stared up at him.
"Oh, you are such a goddamned stinking bitch, Susan," he snapped at her. "Keeping me on a string all these months, promising, never delivering, turning me into a frustrated bundle of nerves. I brought you out here to make you understand once and for all, that I'm boss. Here, what I want, goes. What you want counts only if it coincides with what I want, understand? We do things my way at all times. How I want it, when I want it, where I want it, and for as long as I want it."
He slapped her buttocks solidly, a sharp, stinging whack, telling her, "Turn over, cunt!"
He didn't wait, but grabbed her, turned her himself, then gripped the shortie nightie and ripped it from her as he had the other one.
"Tom, please ... oh, please...." she cried. "Please ... please don't do this. We have a chance to start over, to make something of our lives together. Just because I was stupid and blind and didn't understand how important sex was to you is no reason for you to ruin what can be something good for both of us."
"I'm not the one who ruined it," he gasped, shredding the nightie as he pulled it from her shuddering body. "You're the one who ruined everything, you!" he cursed, as she simply lay there, totally naked now, once again revealed to him in all her glory.
"What will you do now?" she asked, calmly.
"Now?" he smirked, straddling her body after removing his own clothing, holding the long, heavily veined, rigid thickness that was his powerful, thrusting penis, waving it about as if it were some kind of medieval spear. She stared at it, the way it jutted from the hair on his pelvis in all its obscene enormity. She was unable to keep herself from shuddering.
He smiled, seeing the goose bumps rising on her skin. His hand continued clutching the lascivious stalk of hot, hard muscle, and then he began salaciously stroking it back and forth in front of her eyes, as if intent on meaning to make it spit its contents into her face.
She looked up and saw him smiling at her, his eyes boring into hers like twin, white-hot pokers as she watched his hand continue to tug. It was almost as if he was telling her he enjoyed masturbating more than he did fucking her-enjoying it because her eyes were focused on the massive organ in repellent fascination.
On, no! No! This was something that just wasn't real. It was a nightmare that couldn't be happening.
In terror, she watched him reach out with his free hand, reaching behind him and into her crotch, his fingers dipping into the golden-red-haired lips of her vulva. Then he slowly slid back, until he was between her tantalizing thighs and his penile head was resting on her clitoris, rubbing back and forth, causing more and more oils to come seeping out of her. Sparks of divine delight went blistering through her body and she gasped again and again.
"This is where you want me to shove the old pecker, isn't it, Susan. That's where it'll really do you some good, because this way you'll come with me, won't you." He began rubbing the head against the bead of her clitoris in a tiny, circular massaging motion that caused her pelvis to automatically arch up. It did so without her wanting it to, and Susan realized she was trying to use the lips of her cunt to suck his cock inside. "But you're not going to get my cock in there, Sweet Sue. You are going to suck this dong of mine if I have to cram every last fucking inch down your lovely throat. What's more, when I shoot, you're going to swallow every boiling drop of it down your gullet. You'll suck if you end up drowning in my juices. Dig?"
"P-please, oh, please, no, don't do this ... don't ruin things for us. Don't you see, your bringing me here has opened my eyes. We have a chance to make things good between us. Don't lose that chance."
She held her hands out to him in what was plainly a futile gesture of implorement, but he was tracing the sticky head of his penis up along her belly now ... sliding it up her body in lascivious tracings. He moved slowly, guiding the head against her rib cage, and then against her nipples, first the right one, then the left. Without her wanting them to do so, Susan felt her nipples hardening at the touch of his penile head. Each nipple became an over-sized pink pearl of desire, elongated and delightful.
He was ignoring her pleas. He was going to force her, she knew it. What was more, she knew he was going to do what he wanted her to do. A rising wave of hatred engulfed her. Once again the self-pity she had felt for so many years before swept through her. For a moment she thought of frantically fighting like a tigress, at least clawing at his testicles and perhaps rendering him useless before he used her like a common street tramp. But she knew no matter what she did to him he was too strong for her, and it would only come back even more powerfully against her. He would kill her, if need be. She knew it now. If nothing else, Susan was a survivor. She would survive no matter what the price. It didn't matter how horrible or degrading anything was, as long as she survived.
"All right," he snapped at her. "Just open that sweet mouth of yours and suck my cock right in."
He crammed the blunted head right against her chin, his thighs straddling the delectable rotundities that were her breasts, aware of their fullness and lushness. The cock was so close, she was able to see every winding vein and artery. She noted the way the head of the pulsing, rubbery instrument throbbed, swelling and receding, weeping sticky tears that not only leaked out, but fell to her chin. Even the slit in the tip of his penile head was perfect.
"No...," she gagged. "Oh, God! No, I won't do it! I won't!" she was crying through clenched teeth as her stomach heaved with nausea.
"You are definitely going to do this, you damned bitch!" he snapped. "You will suck on it until I shoot, and then you will drink every last little drop of it, because if you don't, I swear I'll shove it so far down your throat, you'll choke to death on it." His hand gripped her hair again, causing pain to shoot through her head.
When she tried using her hands, he pressed his knees into her arms. "I'm going to turn you into the best cocksucker the world has ever known," he insisted. "You're going to give your complete and undivided attention to the sucking of my cock. Take it, you bitch!" he snarled savagely.
Susan wondered if death might not be preferable, after all. She began madly struggling beneath him, wriggling in furious shame, tears of horrible humiliation pouring down her cheeks, her breath coming in tortured sobs of terror and pain. Even as she continued fighting against him, she knew it was in vain, that the unbelievable lurid madness of their insane struggle had only one end to it ... the end Tom wanted.
He let go of his throbbing phallus and slapped her cheek very hard. First one cheek, then the other.
"Suck it into your mouth you fucking twat!" he yelled, jerking her head by the hair and continuing to slap her with his punishing hand. She suddenly stopped fighting, realizing further struggle was totally useless. God! Oh, God!
Once more her ears picked up the sound of his heavy breathing as she realized her arms, previously feeling pain because of the weight of his knees, now felt numb. The man's buttocks, flat, not at all fat like the hanging belly above his outstanding cock, flattened her rondular breasts. She tried turning her head to escape the mammoth phallus, but it either rubbed her chin or her jaw. There was no escape from it. Sobbing, her eyes closed for the moment and tears streaking down her cheeks from beneath closed lids, she knew the time had come. She slowly parted her lips.
"You goddamned smug, self-satisfied cunt!" the man spat at her almost viciously, finally drawing his knees back off her pained and numbed arms. "You always took everything from me you were able to get. Well now I'm giving you my cock. You take it in your hands, hold it, lick it with that pretty little pink tongue of yours, lick it all over-cock, balls, all over-and you don't stop until I tell you or I'll wallop the shit out of, you. We're going to find out once and for all if there's a woman inside you, or if you're just a hollow shell that pretends to be female. Now start lapping away, you cunt!"
The heavy man's handsome face was, at the moment, a mask of grotesque and livid enragement mixed with wanton desire as he watched the totally naked and completely subservient woman beneath him very slowly reach forward with fingers not yet able to fully feel, finally letting the tips touch his pulsating penis. A burning sensation of thrilling delight jolted its way through the fleshy cylinder, echoing in his throat in a strangling grunt as her slender fingers finally touched the phallus and then encircled it. Damn the cunt! Damn her to fucking hell! He would show her once and for all. She was his goddamned slave, his prisoner, his menial, and she was going to do everything he wanted from now on-everything. The sensation of her cool hand on the throbbing length of his hot cock-against her will-caused lightning bolts of pure desire to charge uncontrollably through his shuddering form. At this moment he was blind to everything other than the chastising degradation he was determined to carry out.
The near-overwhelming bitterness and inner dejection, added to the sudden fear he had engendered in her, causing Susan to suddenly try defending herself against the depravity of this man's attack were changing to licentious seethings that were beginning to boil through her quaking loins. Her belly was feeling all kinds of funny sensations because of the touch of her fingers against the steely hardness of the hotly throbbing length of masculine pipe. Inwardly she was certain she didn't want to feel any of this, and she whimpered aloud, knowing she was feeling all this for which she had no desire. The sight and presence of the long, thick rigidity in her hand, less than an inch from her lips was blotting out all other conscious sensations.
"Lick it damn you!" he all but roared at her, pulling on her hair and jerking her face that much closer to his swollen penis. "If you want to throw up, feel free to do so. Lying the way you are, it'll fall back on you, anyway. All the begging in the world isn't going to keep you from sucking the old ding-dong, honey. I'm the lord and master here, and you're the slave. When I say suck, you suck. So give peter your undivided attention and begin licking."
"Ohhhh ... Lord ... please don't do this...," she sobbed.
For a shuddering instant total panic enveloped her as she realized there was absolutely no escape. He was definitely going to make her suck his cock, and there was no way to stop him. Even so, she was doing her best to prolong the moment, her hand constantly stroking and caressing the thick instrument, her fingertips teasing the penile head, realizing she was only making it wetter as it continued leaking more of the oils within. The throbbing glans looked bigger and thicker than ever, and she tugged the lance up and down again and again, her mind accepting that she had no option but to participate in this licentious happening. Little by little the rest of the world became a blur as her attention continued focusing on the long, hard penis. Unable to restrain herself, she began pulling it lower and lower and lower, toward her face.
The beautiful redheaded woman heard the heavy man above her almost strangle with anticipation. Her tiny pink tongue was reaching out toward the pulsating penis, and then it momentarily touched the wet tip. He moaned and shuddered, filled with delight. Then she wrapped her tongue around it, licking furiously, experimentally, trying to find out how much she would loathe it, and the man moaned again. He reached beneath his buttocks and filled his hands with the swells of her delightful breasts. She held her breath for a moment and touched the end of her tongue to the slit in the tip of his penis, and the oily, salty taste of the fluid thrilled her even more this time than it had when she had tasted it in the car. A strange sense of wild excitement charged through her. Her hand moved downward, still stroking the penile shaft as her tongue continued tasting the flavorful fluid, twirling around the tip, and then her hand found the soft, wrinkled, hair-covered sac of his testicles, those factories filled with all the little tadpoles she would eventually have to swallow. Susan didn't know if she would be able to do so. But the mere idea no longer seemed distasteful to her. Her tongue flatly licked its way along the penile underside, feeling the rigidity of the phallus and the thickness of the urethra inside, then it slowly moved back to the coronal rim again, then down over the full sac of his throbbing testicles. She licked, but not because he had commanded. She licked because she was unable to help herself. It was as if this seemed like the right thing to do. His groans of delight affirmed what she believed.
Her hands continued caressing in the wake of her lapping tongue, with strange, slave-like devotion, and she used both hands to press on either side of the organ without actually using her fingers to surround it. She tugged her head back briefly to look at it, and saw it wet and shining with her saliva. It no longer looked like something frightening, but rather like a sleek and shining upright master, so huge, so naked, and waiting to dominate, though domination in this case would be achieved by her devouring that which ached to control her. She pursed her lips and let the pole slide between them. It pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth, the hot, hard shaft sliding along the length of her tongue as her mouth absorbed more and more of it.
Tom, staring, unable to believe she had finally come around to doing this at last, groaned with utter delight. He stared in rapt fascination as her beautiful mouth continued slurping and sucking and licking the long, hard, shuddering length of throbbing cock. He took a perverse pleasure in watching her suck that organ after six months of her playing cock-teaser. Still, suspicious at the moment of her motives, despite the incredible oral performance her mouth was giving, he stared at the pagan way she sucked, unable to stop the sensation of total joy from spreading through his shuddering belly. She was sucking him! Susan Kean was eating his cock! This beautiful, stunning, cock-teasing redhead was moving so that she was able to pull more and more of his pulsating organ into the narrow tightness of her sucking oral cave.
Without wanting to feel it, he sensed a wave of unbidden desire for her that bordered on more than something physical. It was a sensation of tenderness sweeping through him, and his hand, which had been tightly gripping her hair, eased its hold. He noted she kept her neck bent and her head up as her mouth continued sucking.
Without thinking, he slowly undulated his hips, sliding the hot, wet, pulsing penis in and out of the tender loving cavern of her mouth, in and out, in and out, a lustful rocking rhythm as he felt her lips continually suck. Her lips pulled so hard, he heard a loud sucking sound each time her mouth pulled back. One hand clung to the doughy clump of his testicles, and he guided the penis in and out of the tantalizing cavern of a thousand delights, thrusting forward with his hips, reaching down with his hands, clasping them behind her head, and pulling her mouth all the more strongly onto the penile probe. Her ovaled mouth puffed out each time the penis pushed in, and her cheeks sucked in each time the cock pulled back. She toiled, showing her obeisance, her total subservience to him, and Tom smiled, unable to resist slamming his hard cock even more deeply into her mouth, hearing her gurgle as the head jammed itself deeper into her gullet every time.
Susan's cheeks burned from the violent slapping he had given her, and her breasts hurt where he had knelt and pressed with his ass. Though her husband had fucked her cunt raw when she had been married, the man had never been excessively violent. He had never purposely been cruel, nor had he tried punishing her. What Tom was doing to her was unconscionable, and on purpose. She was unable to remember ever feeling so completely and utterly punished, so ashamed and sordidly humiliated, but through all this there were still strange sensations of intemperate lasciviousness growing in the depths of her soft belly as well as in her firm loins. These strange suggestions shamed her even more. They suggested she might be enjoying this lascivious horror that was being forced on her.
She clung possessively to the massive shaft that was his weighty cock, as well as to the dangling sac that contained his testicles, and though tears continued heavily streaming down her cheeks, she was aware of an unfathomable happiness beginning to build and swell uncontrollably through her shuddering body. Amazingly, her vagina and her entire feminine interior began to grow moist and then soddenly wet as she found herself more and more excited. Her squeezing thighs quivered as she explored every ridge and wrinkle with her working tongue continuing to lick ferally at the blood-bloated tip of his massively throbbing cock. Now it was no longer a monstrosity, but rather a wonder wand.
Tom stared at the elastic sucking of his beautiful prisoner's ribbon-like lips as they surrounded his pulsating penis. All the while he continued thrusting his loins back and forth, fucking her tender mouth with a continually building mania. Her ripe lips contorted, clinging to his thickened shaft with rapt attention. He stared at the way the tiny ridges of flesh, so delightfully pink, pulled out as his cock withdrew from between her lips, and then it disappeared when he rammed forward, sinking the thick head of his cock into the narrow stricture of her gullet. The wiry dark hairs on his pelvis were brushing her uptilted nose. Jesus H. Fucking Christ! She was sucking with vigor, his body feeling the delight she was undergoing at eating his organ. It was like his throbbing penis was a thick piece of sugar cane, and she was pulling on it like some lost lamb that was starving. God! When the time came for him to unload his balls and prostate into her mouth, he'd really give her something to swallow. She'd be content for a week, after that.
"Eat it, Susan, eat it all, eat your fill, honey ... make sure you fuck it really well."
Obediently the hungry Susan continued to suck on the massive bloated length that was his penis, her lips pulling with greater strength than ever, instinctively making her mouth as tight as possible in order to intensify the pressure that was driving him wild with licentious bliss-the bliss she had denied both him and herself for so long. In her uncontrolled need for his phallus, she sucked the organ so deeply into her heatedly filled salivary cavity that the thickness of it nearly strangled her. Somehow she caught her breath and began running her tongue feverishly up and down the ultra-sensitive underside, wherein rested his urethra, feeling it throb and pulsate to her lingual touch, tasting the tangy spice of its heady fluid.
All the while, Susan's hand continued massaging
Tom's heavy testicles with subservient affection as he moved up and down. ... letting his throbbing cock pump in and out of her mouth in a continually wild and driving rhythm. Her ears once again picked up the ragged sound of his moaning breath, coming in great, gulping gasps. As the feeling in him continued mounting higher and higher, she found her own inner desire catching in a zigzag of flaming little sensations that raced wildly through her veins in a lustful minor key. Dear God!
The realization suddenly struck Susan that for the first time in her life she was in love with a man. Yes, she loved Tom Warren. Her hips wriggled on the bed, and her legs alternately widened and narrowed, squeezing together, and she was aware of the aching void between her own legs that was in dire need of being filled.
In this maddening, lusting, sucking paradise that was her wonderful oral cavern pulling on the length of his hard and pulsing cock, Tom began sensing that Susan needed him physically, needed him as much this way as she had depended on him financially, before.
One of his hands reached beneath the cheeks of his ass which were no longer pressing on her breasts, and he began caressing the firm, white, upstanding mammaries. His fingers found the nipples and pinched them, turning them from pink little pokers to red little fingers of erotic and blistering flame. Then, with one hand still filled with the roundness of her breast, he reached back with his other hand, thrusting his pelvis forward, while his hand sought and found her pubic mound, insinuating a finger deep inside her aching slit, finding the tight little hole at the bottom, feeling her flowing with an abundance of slippery juices, he knew her hot inner passage was readying itself for him. The idea that she was flowing with passionate waters, all because she was sucking and slurping on his throbbing organ as it swelled to near-bursting caused a salacious surge of delight to blast through his shuddering brain and belly. His finger continued slipping in and out of her sodden cunt, and she arched and moaned in response, cunt rising to finger, mouth to cock.
Susan was still unable to believe all this. She was enjoying this act of degradation, and she was enjoying it to an enormous extent. At the same time she was intelligent enough to believe and understand that a lot of her behavior had been due to total ignorance on her part. She eagerly began sucking away hungrily, her mouth slurping, her lips pulling, her tongue licking the beautifully erect and pulsating column belonging to Tom Warren. It throbbed in her mouth, letting her know he was feeling as much pleasure as she at what she was doing, and her heart leaped, for she was certain that with time, she would be able to win over his love again. She shuddered and gasped as he pushed his finger deeper into her wanting womanly warren, bringing her pleasure all over again. Delight constantly flooded through her in overpowering waves sending ripples of seething sensation through her shuddering skin, sizzling through her veins and through the depths of her soft belly. Her full breasts felt as if they were visibly enlarging from within, like ripening fruit reaching toward a life-offering sun. It was all so wonderful ... so absolutely beautiful ... so marvelous! As a result she sucked that much harder on his throbbing phallus, and her pelvis continued arching itself up to the thrust of his manual digit.
She lay on her back, her own hands supporting his buttocks at the moment, her rounded ass-cheeks catching the sheets beneath her in the crack between them. His penis was a knife that jutted down her gullet, a dull, columnar blade that pushed and thrust and stabbed into her throat repeatedly. Had anybody ever told her how much she would be enjoying this, she would have told that person he was mad. Her mouth was moving like a repeating rifle with a recoil, down and then right back up to engulf the full length of the hard and swollenly turgid phallus. She sucked as if there were no tomorrow, not only loving him, but loving the penis, enjoying the taste of it, savoring the meatiness and the oiliness of the throbbing organ. The hard tumescence pushed all the more deeply into her gullet, touching something inside, and Susan suddenly became aware of the fact that she was on the verge of another orgasm. There were nerve-endings in her throat, nerve-endings that thrilled and titillated and enchanted her beyond all belief. Her mouth worked faster now, because the faster she rubbed her throat against the head of his cock, the greater the stimulation she felt, and she was almost there. Now she wanted his sperm. She wanted to drink it, to take it into her stomach, to savor it and feel secure in the warmth it was about to impart.
Tom also felt the tightening of her lips and the crushing pressure of her squeezing gullet. He quivered and shook and felt thrilled beyond belief. She was willingly sucking and enjoying what she was doing, and he realized she was far more sensuous than he had ever imagined. She was wonderful, fantastic, way beyond his imagination. She was certainly far superior to any other female he had ever known. But his keen mind told him if he ever showed her the littlest bit of sympathy at this point, she would once again set out to take advantage of him. Susan was that kind of woman.
Things were changing radically now. No longer did he intend throwing her away as he would have done had she not responded quite so favorably. No, she was much too good to lose. Now his intent had changed very radically. From now on she was his prisoner for life, though she was unaware of it, yet. For all he knew, her mouth was sucking with such fervor merely to con him into believing she would do whatever he ordered simply to get it all over and done with. But no, she was sucking too well for that. Tom realized that it was vaguely possible not even Susan was aware of the depth of her feeling for him. That was something only time would correct.
He reached forward with one hand after removing it from her breast, gripping the headboard, slamming his cock into her gullet, ramming it as far down her throat as was humanly possible. He rammed, crammed, jammed, and slammed the organ down again and again.
Susan's face lifted to his groin, her sucking lips leeching on his masculine pole with greater and greater pressure as she pulled the organ that much more deeply into the depths of her throat. She was there now, and nothing was going to stop her.
"GGGGLLLLUUUUCHHHH LLLLGGGG-MMMMPHHH WWWWAAAAUUUUGGGG LLLL-UUUUPHHHH UUURRRHHHHMMMM WWWW-PHHHHWWW UUUGGGHHHH!"
It was an overpowering internal paroxysm that blasted through her again and again, crashing over her like a mile-high tidal wave. She quaked with spasms of seismic delight as his cock continued cramming itself ever deeper into the narrow tightness of her esophagus.
Unable to withhold himself any longer, Tom finally came.
"OHHHHH ... YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH ... SUCK IT BABBBYYYYY ... SUCK ... SUCK ... SUCK ... SUCK MYYYYY ... COCCCCKK UUU-NNNGGGG HHHAAAGGHHHH!"
She sucked, pulling, draining, swallowing, gulping, glorying in the taste of the heated oils that splashed down her lovely throat again and again. It was like nectar, and Susan swallowed it all, keeping the cock so deep into her mouth, that even as it shrunk, the wobbly tip was still resting on the back of her tongue, giving her the last final drops she wanted.