Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

Plecceceease?”

And her hips wiggled on him, snaking, shaking, engulfing his rigid tool. Sam thrust into her, but she was already risen to swallow him, and he ground his loins on hers, squirming, his balls swinging and tickling the uplifted cheeks of her bottom.

Debbie squeezed his neck again, reached low with her hands and grabbed his ass.

She pinched at the hard, muscular buttocks and felt them tensing lusciously with each separate thrust of dick he fed her. Even more, she could feel his prong tensing, driven at least a mile up her seemingly endless tube of quim, and the knob of him, God, the knob had to be somewhere in her guts, fucking and swelling up enormously and then fucking some more.

“Oh, Christ,” Debbie panted, shaking her hips as she gobbled his dong with-her vicious, hungry twat. She felt her heels bump together behind his neck, and she grabbed harder at his ass, fingers slipping into the crack to pinch at the rear of his nut sac. Oooohhhh, God, the way he stabbed her when she did that!

Plunging into her like a steam drill, filling her pussy with his throbbing masculinity, shoving so hard, so deeply, that bubbly cunt juice squished from her slit as if she were an. orange being squeezed for breakfast. Her crotch was wet with the stuff leaking from Debbie’s pussy, and his crotch was soaked too, his pubic hair wet and matted. From the juncture of their bodies the hot, funky smell of sex was strong and all-pervading. Debbie couldn’t smell honeysuckles and roses anymore-all she could smell was cunt. Her cunt. Reacting the way it had always wanted’ to react, the way she’d never thought it would have the chance to react. “Fuck me,” she groaned, “really flick luck fuck fuck meeee!!!”

Nothing else mattered. She didn’t care if she never saw Ohio again. She wanted to lie here forever in this fragrant mountain meadow being fucked into a constant, never-ending nirvana.

Suddenly he was out of her and, though she pulled with her heels around his neck, that cock simply wouldn’t thrust itself back into her anxious, creaming pussy, and she knew that Sam was on the verge of squirting and that, once again, he’d withdrawn himself from her unprotected cunt before doing it. God, he was so considerate! But didn’t he understand? She didn’t care if he shot off inside her! In fact, she was dying to feel his dick exploding in the confines of her rippling orgasmic twat!

She looked down her belly, saw him fisting his rod, and it was obvious that he meant to shoot off on her body again, the way he’d done twice before with such delicious-looking results. “No,” Debbie panted, “don’t waste it again!”

Gurgling through clenched teeth, she unhooked her legs from around his neck and shoulders, then flipped herself around hastily. Her cunt itched terribly-she had to keep rubbing her thighs together in a vain but rewarding effort to quell that itch-and in a split’ second she was on her’ belly before him, her hands knocking his hands out of the way, grabbing his dick, pulling its ripe, fruity swollen length toward her mouth.

If she couldn’t have his cum in her pussy, she’d have it in her mouth, by God, and this time she’d ‘drink every drop he gave her. Not a dab of semen would be wasted. Closing her eyes Debbie pushed his rod into her mouth and she began to suck up and down ‘his shaft in quick, anxious gobbles, her tongue jerking and loving him as she ate his engorged tool.

“You’re. learning fast,” he panted appreciatively, and she felt his hands on her body. A’ finger speared into her quim and she clenched it in pussy muscles that were getting plenty of exercise and learning exactly why they’d been planted in her puss place. “A nutcracker snatch,” Sam had told her in the cabin. “A natural nutcracker. If I hadn’t popped you myself, I’d have never guessed you were an amateur.” Some women never learned how to use the ring of muscles in their cunts, he’d told her, but she was learning, and it was heaven itself to know that she was teasing his finger, sucking it up her cooze, milking it with the action of her precocious pussy.

Learning so well that she didn’t have to do much concentrating now. She could lie there and fuck his finger like a pro while all her attention and love and care were devoted to the big eager prick being nursed in her wet, lush mouth.

She hadn’t drooled so much since the last Paul Newman movie she’d seen, but all that saliva was coating Sam’s rod now, making it greasy, helping it slide in and out of her mouth without any hitches or tie-ups. She liked’ that, and she liked it a lot more when he suddenly began to push his prick with a determined kind of insistence that brought the apple-sized knob of his dong almost into her throat itself. He’d told her that some women could suck cocks all the way into their throats, suck so hard, so deeply, that their lips were nuzzling their men’s balls. Debbie wasn’t sure if he was only putting her on, but the harder he fucked her willing mouth, the more she tended to believe him. Well, she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet, at least.

She could take him to the top of her throat but it felt as if she were being strangle4 from the inside out when he tried to push deeper and her throat muscles constricted, barring his way. Still, it was good enough, the way they were doing it now, and she knew that he’d have no grounds for complaining once she’d gobbled him to the hot, flooding come she knew he was capable of giving her. I might enjoy it a little bit, too, Debbie thought with a mental smirk.

She was coming like a bandit now, her pussy a series of hot explosions all around his stabbing finger.

But even as she sucked and climaxed so deliriously, she was fully aware that the old Debbie was long, and happily, gone. She could never be that meek, pushed-around little mouse again. She was a woman now. It had taken two rapes-if you could call what Sam did to her rape, and somehow she couldn’t demean it with so nasty a word-but she was a woman and there was no turning back from that magical development. Oh, Jesus, she wanted to be with him always! He was her man. They were a team now. If he had to run from the police for the rest of his life, she would run with him. Somehow, she had to make him understand this.

Debbie sucked, and her hand squeezed his nuts at the base of his rod. She could hear him groaning, feel his finger jiggling as it penetrated her cooze. He was getting close. Oh, Christ, she was already there! Her nipples were a mile long and tingling and throbbing and aching, and her tits felt as if they were made of lead. She could hardly breathe-of course, the big swollen cock in her mouth had a little something to do with that, but her lungs were contracting just as her pussy was rippling and contracting and she felt consciousness coming and going in split-second intervals. Gasping, she pulled his dick deeper into her mouth and she made her cheeks and lips as tight as they could be made, and she began to suck him like a vacuum cleaner.

When the bum began to fly from him, she was prepared. She’d already felt the twitching of his balls where her fingers caressed them, and as she sucked, there was a noticeable fluttering in his dong, as if her tongue could detect the swift rise of cummy semen from his balls, through the tube of his gun, and then-oh God!-straight out his slitted opening and into her mouth, the stuff flying in huge gobs, strangling gobs, slick and slippery,. oozing down her throat as she sucked and swallowed, and her throat wasn’t blocked off anymore, no, it was wide open, gulping, drinking the hot salty love-gift he poured into her, and her tummy grew lustfully anxious for the sperm that rolled down to gratify its hunger and fill its yearning cavity.

This time she kept her mouth tight on, him and, though her cheeks puffed out with the weight and abundance of the semen Sam ‘fed her, Debbie didn’t lose a single flicking drop of his delicious juice. She could scarcely breathe while he came in her mouth, but she could drink his seed, and drink it she did, until he had no more to give her and his prick wilted like an orchid exposed to November chill.