Paul Gable - Mother and daughter in bondage

"Ever chow down on prick?" Tommy asked, wiping his lips with the back of one hand as he stared down at the questioning girl. "You ain't fucked around much. Guess you don't know what the hell I'm yappin' about. Just open that Goddamned mouth."

But Sharon did know what he was talking about. Some of the girls at school had shown her how to… to give head, as they called it. In fact, at the cafeteria once, they had skinned a banana and given it to her, instructing the girl to suck it in and out without leaving any marks on the soft fruit. How some of the guys stared and grinned as she giggled and practiced.

"Just don't hurt me anymore," Sharon whispered, watching with wide eyes as those now familiar fingers pulled down the zipper tab and halved his Levi's. Yes, his cock was hard and thick as it rolled out from his trousers.

"Don't count on it. Just concentrate on this prickmeat, baby… good and hot and thick and greasy; just what the doctor ordered for you, right? Come on, bitch, you're gonna get down on this cock and give it a good cleanin', right? Come on baby, suck me dry, clean out my tubes with those lips, Sharon."

His fingers were twisting around in her hair once more, pulling at the strands, although not as savagely as he had before. He forced her head back at a slight angle, her throat feeling pulled and dangerously vulnerable. When Tommy told her to open her mouth, she did, sticking out her tongue a little? Just as he ordered. His Levi's had slithered down a little on his thighs, the fabric bunching at his knees. From this angle, Sharon could see his balls closely, very closely! They were low-hanging, yet rising slowly, slowly up against his crotch with tension. She guessed that was how guys started out in their fucking, in getting real excited before shooting off.

And there was that smell, that strange aroma coming out from his crotch. There was the stench of sweat, but also another aroma, the smell of something almost fresh, bleachy! Tommy was bending his knees slightly now, and his fingers gripped behind her ears while his meaty prickhead pulsed inches in front of her full, parted lips. Sharon had to close her eyes as the stud drew closer. She could feel the heat of his groin radiating against her face. And then she felt it, felt his fat, greasy cockhead bumping up against her lips.

"And you try something funny like biting and, man, I'm gonna bounce you off the walls. Your old lady's gonna think you're somebody else," Tommy warned, tugging her hair once to underline his threat.

"Uhhhhh…"

Sharon knew his capabilities. He was savage, capable of the torments of hell. She wouldn't touch him with her teeth. No, she would give him the best head possible, bring him off so she could run back to the safety of her home and then possibly run away from this horror threatening to engulf her young life.

"Now, baby."

He tilted her head back a little farther, shoving down. Sharon felt that head and the meat behind it rubbing over her front teeth, sliding over her tongue, heading back to her throat. She was afraid to do anything, to clamp her lips on his invading prick as it traveled back, back until she felt it touching her tonsils.

"Ohhh, come on baby, tighten up on me," he said, slapping her lightly on the back of her head. "Close them lips up and start movin that tongue around. Move it around my cockhead, then around the shaft… uhhhhhh, yeah, baby, yeah, just like that."

Sharon's lips stretched tightly around his fat ten-incher, spittle frothing around corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin. He was starting to pump his hips, pistoning his cock in and out, in and out, his balls swinging softly back and forth. In a moment, they were slapping regularly against her chin while Tommy was letting out soft, animal-like sounds.

"Uhhhh… Jesus Christ, bitch, keep it goin'! Oh yeah, yeah, keep that tongue movin' around like that, slidin' back and forth around my rod… mmmmmm, Goddamn good!"

Sharon felt herself starting to enjoy this. To feel a man's cock, the power of his whole being throbbing and jerking in her mouth. She loved the sensation of his hot, thick prick rubbing against the insides of her cheeks and over her tongue! And when it went down all the way, touching the back of her throat, the girl thought she would die! Tommy sounded as if he were going to kick over, too! He was making strangled sounds, his fingers fanning over the back of her head, tightening hard, while his body trembled mightily. She could taste more and more of that bleachy stuff oozing from his piss slit, washing down over her tongue, coating her throat, making her swallow.

"Take it, bitch!"

Tommy slammed her face against his groin, holding it there while his prick slipped all the way down her throat. Sharon gasped, her fingers fanning out against his belly and pressing down to shove her head away. It was getting impossible to breathe! He was blocking her air passage with his cock, his balls screwed up tightly against her chin! Sharon let out a shuddering breath, then tried sucking in air as best she could, the fat head of his prick slipped down her throat.

"Ohhhhhh… yeahhhhhh, that's good head."

Tommy rocked back and forth, twisting his hips in a rotary fashion, rubbing his cock all around the insides of her mouth and throat. When he realized the girl might choke from being stuffed with his prickmeat, he backed off reluctantly. Sharon sighed with relief, falling back as his blood-heavy cock slipped in between her lips.

"Man, you sure know what the hell you're doin' for a newcomer," Tommy said, wrapping his fingers tightly around the center of his fat prickshaft and squeezing hard.

Sharon turned away, her face red with shame. She had dropped all pretense of her innocence now as she knelt there in front of Tommy, spit staining her chin and cheeks. He had fucked her mouth as he had fucked her cunt: hard, but with incredible skill. Oh, how good he was making her feel. Didn't she have any pride, any sense of self-worth? Or was it all submerged under her rising sexual arousal, an arousal that knew no bounds?

"Come on, baby, I got somethin' special for you here… it's somethin' I've been working on for a while with you in mind… kind of…"

He took her by the hand, helping her off the floor after having jerked up his pants. Sharon noticed his cock was still out, still hard and thick, still waiting for a cunt or mouth to satisfy it. Her eyes darted to his prickshaft, then moved forward in the direction he was guiding her.

"What…" she murmured.

Sharon stopped next to a wooden ladder boiled to one side of the garage, the rungs filthy with grease. At the top, a small square latch apparently opened to the flat roof of the structure. In front of her was a small workbench that hadn't been used for quite a while. A thick layer of dust coated the splintery top. At one end of the bench, the closest to her, Sharon noticed a clamp fastened to the side, two iron loops opened now at the top.

"Put your hands through here, baby," Tommy instructed, opening the loops a little farther.

"Oh please," she pleaded.

The girl looked at Tommy for a moment, realizing as she always had in the end that there would be no mercy from this man. Swallowing one more time, Sharon turned around and slipped her wrists obediently through the straps, thinking of his description of her mother hanging from the rafters of his garage.

The iron was cold, the thin bands pressing against her wrists as Tommy closed the straps and bolted them shut with a large quarter-inch screw threaded through each loop. Then he began to pull off her clothes slowly, rubbing his prick against her ass as he fondled her tits through her halter. He pulled off the top slowly, then massaged her quivering tits. His hands pawed her as before, pinching her flesh, making her writhe in agony and wallow in rising lust. It was a horrible, wonderful combination of feelings that tormented the girl in mind and in body. She felt her skirt being hauled down, draped over her ankles. And then came her panties, the sticky damp crotch panel pulling loose from her cuntlips and sliding down her shivering white thighs. She was naked now, stark naked in front of this young man with his prick sticking straight out from his halved Levi's. And oh, the heat that radiated out from her furry cunt! Sharon couldn't believe how hot she was for him. Her cuntwalls trembled when Tommy moved his fingers up and down the bloated edges of her cunt. He was tracing the bottom of her fuck slit, finding the tensed, aching muscles that guarded her cuntmouth.