Pamela Cooper - The wife_s horny in-laws

His raised knees freed her pinned arms, but it didn't matter. Trish was so far gone in her cock-hunger that she never thought of trying to escape his mouth-fucking.

"You want my jizz, slut?" Charlie teased. "You want a big load of cum to eat?"

"Ummm-hmmmmmmm!" she moaned around the length of his plunging, greasy prick. "Mmmmmff… mmmmfff!"

Suddenly, Charlie's cock fucked all the way into the back of her throat and exploded with steaming wads of his bubbling jism.

Trish wanted it all, wanted him to fuck his huge, purple-headed prick all the way down her throat. The cum seemed to boil and froth inside her desperately sucking mouth. She was starving for cum, and her throat muscles rippled convulsively as she tried to swallow it all and not lose any.

With the first spray, Trish had felt her cunt begin to thrash madly in its empty fury. Then her pussy guts exploded with fire. Charlie's cum only added fuel to the flames.

"Mother-fuck!" Charlie groaned as his cum filled her mouth and began flowing back in a scalding wash over his cock. "Suck my jizz, you cum-hungry whore! Eat down every inch of my cock and don't lose a drop of cum."

But try as she might, Trish could not swallow fast enough to get all of his tidal wave of jism. Cum blew up through the back of her throat and sent sticky, white streams trickling from both her nostrils. Gouts of thick cum gobs splashed from the corners of her mouth. The spray splashed over Charlie's cock hairs, and each time he fucked back downward, he smeared more cum across the cock-swollen cheeks of her lovely face.

"Mmmmmmmfff!" Trish choked. She had thought he was finished, but always another spray of his delicious cum was shot into her throat to splash off her tonsils and run streaming into her hungry guts.

And all the time that Trish sucked on his huge cock, she felt rush after boiling rush of climax convulse her body. Soon there was no strength left in her, and she simply collapsed beneath him in total exhaustion. She lay there, enjoying the sensation of having her mouth fucked, reveling in the flavor of piss and cum that Charlie's body exuded, the taste of his cum as he crammed the last few gobs deep into her throat.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, licking and sucking until his cock was emptied of fuck juice. Then she turned her attention to his cock hairs and sucked them clean, as well. Finally, Charlie dropped over onto the bed and lay beside her, his cock against her cheek.

Trish became suddenly aware that she and Charlie were not alone in the room. She looked around quickly and saw Mike sitting across the room in a chair, smiling at her.

When had he come in? Had he been there long enough to see her go berserk with passion and begin pulling against Charlie's ass to force his cock even deeper into her ravenous mouth? Had he watched the cum exploding into her face and the starved way in which she sucked it down? Had he sat there smiling and heard her moans, her pleading grunts, her begging for his friend's cum?

"Hey, Mike, you were right," Charlie said, reaching over and pinching one of her nipples up into an angry reddened nub. "This cunt really does love to suck cocks."

Trish felt her face burn with shame and humiliation. These men had degraded her, had forced her to do whatever they wanted. And the worst humiliation of all was that she knew she loved it… and they knew she loved it. Even now, as Charlie tortured her nipple she could feel the juices stirring in her pussy again.

She looked up at Charlie, hating him, worshipping the maleness of him, the huge cock that had brutalized her but given her so much pleasure at the same time smiled down at her evilly. Somehow, Trish knew they were not finished. But to her horror, she realized that no matter what they asked, she would do it.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, "I thought you might like that. As soon as Greg gets a turn, we'll take her downstairs to the basement and let her get a real workout. Are you done for now?"

"Fuck, no!" Charlie grinned. "I've got plenty more for her."

"All right," Mike said, standing to leave. "I'm gonna go get a drink. Let us know when you're finished."

"What did he mean about the basement?" Trish finally asked after Mike left the room. It was the second time she had heard the basement mentioned, and it had started to taken on a sinister connotation for her.

"Never mind about that," Charlie said. "You'll find out soon enough. Besides, you've got more important things to worry about. Do you think that sweet, tight pussy can handle my cockmeat?"

Again, Trish's thoughts became locked onto the massive slab of cock that rose threateningly between the man's legs. It was like no prick had she had seen before. His cock rose throbbing and pulsing like a fleshy fence post. Inhuman, somehow animalistic, the thick hairs curling up around its blue-veined base.

Trish had wondered whether she could take his cock from the very first instant that she had set eyes on the thing. Will he tear my cunt when he puts it in? she wondered, staring at the fearsome prick.

"Are you ready for a good hard fuck, bitch?" Charlie asked as he climbed between her legs, not really caring whether or not she was ready.

Somehow, Trish found the fear thrilling. Her cunt lips had begun weeping, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the plunge of his iron-stiff prick into her greasy depths. It's almost like being a virgin again, she thought, because he's definitely going to push into places that no man's cock has ever been before.

"Please," Trish cried, "take it easy at first. I'm afraid you'll tear my cunt to shreds."

"Take it easy?" Charlie laughed. "No way, the only way to fuck a whore like you is to pound it in from the very first stroke."

Trish closed her eyes and waited, holding her breath to keep from crying out when the man fucked into her cunt. But when the pain didn't come, she looked up to see the cruel smile on his face. Charlie was perched, waiting, getting enjoyment from the chance to torture her by making her wait. Instead of fucking her, he merely hunched his hips, forcing his cockhead to slip up and down between the greasy folds of her cunt lips.

"Goddamn you, you bastard!" Trish groaned in her frustration. "Fuck me, if you're going to."

Her shout of rage was transformed into a shriek of pain, however, when Charlie snapped one of her tits up between his teeth. The rough edges of his strong white teeth seemed to slice into her nipple, driving a searing pain through her chest so fiercely that it nearly took her breath away. But after the first shock, she realized that the pain was wonderful. It made the other nipple stand up anxiously. It made her cunt quiver as if it were suddenly filled with hot jelly.

"You like your tits chewed, slut?" Charlie asked, his words mumbled around her nipple as he darned down on it again. "Hmmmm!" The soft tit meat trembled beneath his teeth and tongue.

"Ye… yessssssss," Trish hissed and grunted. Charlie bit and chewed, sometimes gently, but at most times, with fierce roughness. Each harsh bite into her flesh brought pain and pleasure that ripped through Trish's guts. Each one lifted her passion a little higher, made it much more intense. She began squirming and wiggling beneath her torturer, pushing upwards with quivering hips, trying to suck his cock into the gasping emptiness of her pussy.

"Jesus Christ, fuck me!" Trish whined. "Shove that beautiful, big cock clear up to my brains. I don't care if it rips my guts out. I've gotta have it!"

"Not just yet, bitch," Charlie teased. "I'm not ready. I want to drive you nuts first."

Trish thought she was going to die if he didn't fuck her. The fire inside her cunt raged, licking the walls of her pussy into a quivering inferno of flesh. The pain grew even more intense, and Trish wanted the delicious torture.