Marvin Cox: Tied up neighbor wife

When the silky flesh of his cockhead brushed her lips, Sharon felt as if a jolt of electricity had shot down her spine. She didn't know exactly what she expected, but certainly not this!

"Don't," she said weakly, trying to move away. She still felt dizzy, giddy. "I… I don't know why I came over."

"Don't get cute with me, bitch," Brad said. "You've been looking at me like you could eat me alive, so fucking do it."

Sharon didn't know what to make of things. In a way, she wanted to suck his cock, but it wasn't happening like it had in her fantasies. This was so cold, so animal-like. She felt anger and humiliation surge in her mind.

She tried to lift herself to her feet, but he caught her against the side of the face with his right foot. When she sprawled across the carpet, hitting her head against the corner of the coffee table, she felt cold terror replace her anger.

She didn't know anything about this man. Not one thing! Why, for all she knew, he could be a criminal, a murderer, or anything. Gathering her wits, she started crawling toward the door.

"Oh, no you don't," the man said, kicking her again.

She tumbled back to the floor and shook her head. A burst of what seemed like lightning went off in her head. Christ, she thought, you really do see stars.

Then, before she could react further, she felt her hands thrust behind her body. Almost immediately, he was on top of her, reaching for a length of coarse twine that hung loosely on an unpacked carton.

"Ouch!" she said, squinting.

The rough hemp cut into her flesh like the teeth of a small animal, sending jolts of raw pain up and down her arms.

"You're hurting me," she gasped, trying to make some sense of what was happening.

"You look like you could stand a little roughing up," Brad wheezed, tearing at her clothes. "Nice, soft body like this."

Sharon had never before felt so naked. Most men looked at her with pleasure, some of the inexperienced ones with interest. This horrible man seemed to violate her with his cold eyes.

When she was bound, he jerked her to her knees, then stood before her. Quickly, he shucked out of his cut-offs and pushed his hips forward. His cock was fully hard, throbbing like an evil snake.

"No… please," she spluttered, smelling the heady, sweaty aroma of his crotch. And from this angle, his prick seemed to be two feet long, all thick and purplish.

"Suck it, cocksucker," Brad said, punching the end of his cock between her lips. "All the fucking way in, and lick my cum down, you little cock teaser."

Sharon could barely make out his words through the roar in her ears. Every emotion, every sensation she could imagine seemed to cloud around her like a damp fog.

"Aaaaghhhh!" she choked, feeling his cock rip past her tonsils and ease down her throat. Now she couldn't breathe. Her entire mouth and throat were filled with rock-hard cock.

"Hey, you're pretty good," Brad said, spreading his legs slightly and humping upward. "Take it down like a Goddamned bird, don't you."

Sharon had never before been so aware of the feel of cock. It was almost as if she had become a part of him, like the rubbery, loose foreskin. If only it could happen differently, she thought, it might be wonderful. As it was, however, with the pain riddling her body, and suffering this humiliation, all she could think of was to get away.

"Suck it, whore!" Brad commanded, grabbing her by the hair and pounding her face violently into his crotch. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."

Sharon thought she would choke to death. She fumbled with the tight bonds at her wrists, but any movement seemed only to make it worse. She felt her flesh tear, her fingers grow numb. Her wrists were throbbing just like the head of his cock.

"Mmmffff!" she gasped, twisting her head to the side so she could breathe. The precious air burned into her lungs, caused her face to flush. She exhaled, then sucked in another gasp of air.

"All right," Brad grunted. "If your little pussy is half as good, it's gonna be fucking perfect to screw you."

Sharon could only imagine what his monstrous cock would do to her pussy. Christ, her husband was huge and sometimes it hurt when he fucked her. Only heaven knew what this animal would do to her. She probably wouldn't walk right for months!

Again she tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter. It was no use, she realized. He was just too big, too strong for her. She could only kneel there and suffer the humiliation.

Suffer?

Hadn't she practically asked for this?

Well, no. Not this. She wanted to be taken, to enjoy a different man, sure. But he was so cruel, treating her like a piece of shit.

"Hang on, bitch," the man said, interrupting her thoughts, "I've got a load of cum just begging to get sucked out. Get fucking ready to eat it."

Big, huge cock, and now his cum. If his cock was going to be any measure of the amount of jism he had, she was in for a cum bath! She might even choke to death on it.

Already, she could taste the acid-like flavor as his prick throbbed against the back of her throat. And the hairy root of his cock shaft was jerking slightly.

"Ready?" Brad grunted. "God, baby, I'm gonna load it in you… right up to your fucking brains."

Sharon felt her lips tighten involuntarily around the base of his prick shaft. And, although her mind was filled with hatred and horror, her throat was twitching just like it had before Thanksgiving dinner when she was a little girl.

Now she was more horrified with her own reaction. She began jerking her head forward, completely taking his prick inside her mouth. Even some of the flesh surrounding his swollen balls slipped between her teeth.

"Hey, that's better," Brad said. "Chew on it… gonna poke you full, you little cock sucking whore!"

Sharon couldn't believe the radical change in her feelings. One moment she was detesting him for her humiliation, and now she was sucking on his cock like it was the last one on earth.

"Mmmmffff," she gurgled, feeling the heat from his cock melt down her throat.

Her guts constricted, then seemed to explode. An electric-like jolt of raw pleasure swept from the base of her spine toward the opening of her cunt. She screamed out again, experiencing a hard, almost painful climax.

"Ohhh, shit!" Brad whispered, leaning slightly forward and thrusting his entire weight against her face. He increased the pressure of his hands, molding her face into his crotch. "Now, bitch, suck me… fucking now!"

The first burst of molten cum was fantastic. Even more plentiful than she'd imagined, it seemed like a river, sweeping under her tongue, between her teeth, gushing against the roof of her mouth. More globs of cream splashed between her tonsils, coated the back of her throat. Some of the fuck juice even spewed upward, behind her nose. As she inhaled, air and jism mixed and rattled into her, stomach.

"Mmmmm!" Sharon groaned, closing her eyes with delicious ecstasy. Her pussy was on fire, her throat molding itself around his spurting cock. She gave out another gurgle of pleasure, lapping down more of his cum.

"Suck it faster," Brad said, feeling his jism slosh backward when her throat was full. "Don't miss a Goddamned drop."

Sharon didn't want to let any of the creamy globs escape her mouth, either, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. A few seconds later, twin streams of cum ran from the corners of her mouth, hung like milky spider webs from her chin, then attached themselves to the hollow of her neck.

"All of it, baby!" Brad gasped, shoving in the bulk of his massive load. "Screw it right."

Before she could even begin to sort things out. She moved over to the couch and plopped down. As she leaned back, she let her mind go over all that had happened. She had gone over there, like a good neighbor, to welcome them, and he had tied her up and raped her mouth with that horrible cock!