Wilma Crane - Family bride

"Really?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. Now, if you're still hot for some more of the old pecker here, there's something you can do to speed the hardening process along."

For the first time since he had freed her, she looked at him over her shoulder. "And what might that be?" she asked. "You could have a heart attack doing this kind of thing, you know." She wondered if she could make it to the bedroom door before he could catch her. Casually, she inched forward on the coffee table until she was facing the open bedroom door.

"You ever give Jim a blowjob?" he asked her.

"What?"

"You know. A blowjob. Give him a little head. Suck him off."

Valerie sighed with disgust. "No," she said dryly. "Did you?"

"Blow Jim?" he asked incredulously.

"No," she said, sighing again. "I mean, do you ever eat your wife out, or whatever you call it?" She was surprised to see him blush. As soon as she got the strength back in her legs, she'd bolt for the bedroom door.

After a moment he looked up at her. "You want me to eat you out, is that it?"

Valerie closed her thighs. "No," she said. "I was just curious."

"You didn't answer my question," he said.

"Yes, I did," she replied. "And anyway, that's none of your business."

"I want you to blow me," he said.

Valerie couldn't help stealing a look at his wilted cock. The very idea of putting her mouth on that organ, especially after he had just fucked her with it, made her sick to her stomach.

"I don't think so," she said.

Unexpectedly, Richard stood up. Valerie backed away a little on the couch. She had to tip her head back to look at him, otherwise his cock was almost exactly at eye level. She could smell the musky fragrance of their mingled juices reeking from his sticky organ.

"Suck me a little," he said. "I'll get hard then, and we can fuck again. That's what we did in my dream."

She felt his cock bob against her shoulder, but she kept herself from flinching.

"Sit down," she said. "Drink your blackberry brandy. I don't want to blow you. Some other day."

"Don't be cute with me," he said, touching her cheek with his juice-stained fingers. "Your lips were made to suck cock, sweetheart."

She felt his fingers tighten cruelly on her throat. I could push him down maybe, she thought, and make a run for it.

"Blow me," he said, trying to pull her mouth against the fleshy arch of his limber cock. "Just a little."

"Not now," she said, trying to bat his hand away. "I'm tired. You just about fucked me silly!"

But his dark hands closed tighter on her throat, pulling her closer to him. Her cheek brushed the sticky head of his cock and she could see her breath stirring the sperm-coated mat of his pubic hair.

"You're hurting me, Mr. Davis!" she croaked.

"Blow me," he demanded.

Too late she realized that she could not get away from him. She could have screamed, she knew, but she was not even sure that anyone would hear her. Most of the people in the neighborhood weren't even home at this hour; and, even if someone did hear her, she wasn't sure that she could stand the scandal of incestuous rape. Her separation from Jim had almost been enough to cause her Catholic parents to stop talking to her.

"Blow me!" he repeated. "I want it to be just like it was in my dream."

"Were you choking me in your dream, too?" she asked, her throat vibrating against his fingers.

But when he released her throat, she could only stare at his slightly reddened cock, which was only inches from her face.

"Go away," she said. "If I do it, will you just go away and leave me alone?"

"I'm going to fuck you when I get hard again," he said.

"And after that?"

"I don't know. We'll talk about that when the time comes."

"No deal," she said. "If I blow you, you're getting the hell out of here. And if I so much as ever see you near here again, I'm calling the police."

"You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't want anybody to know."

"Try me," she said.

"Yeah, well blow me first, though. Then I'll go. Only you gotta do it like in the dream."

"And how was that?" she asked exasperatedly.

Richard backed away from her, checking her eyes to see if she was planning to trick him. "Don't try to get away, okay?"

Valerie shrugged her shoulders and glanced down at her naked body. "Where could I run to like this?" she asked him.

"Okay," he said. "You get on your knees in front of me over here," he explained. "And you play with me while you're sucking me off. Understand?"

Valerie took a last glance at the bedroom door. Her father-in-law was blocking the way. "That must've been some dream," she said, shaking her head.

"It was. Now, come on over here."

Slowly, wondering how in the world she had ever fallen into such a position, Valerie got off the coffee table and limped over in front of him.

"My ankles hurt," she said. "You tied me up too tight."

"You're not going to be using your ankles to suck me off," he said to her, grinning his coyote smile. "Just lean down here on your knees."

Hating him with her eyes, Valerie did what he said.

"Now, give it a little swipe with your tongue," he ordered. But when she failed to respond, once again he put his hand on her throat. "I don't want to hurt you, Valerie," he said.

"I know," she whispered. "You just want to make me blow you." Slowly, she leaned forward a little and lifted the damp head of his cock toward her face. The foreskin made a brownish-pink rose around the hot pink glans. All cocks look the same, she thought, remembering Jim's heavy tool. She took a deep breath, inhaling the musky odor of his sex; then, whipping her hair away from the side of her face with a quick jerk of her head, she moistened her lips and took a tentative lick at his cock. The taste wasn't as repugnant as she had imagined it would be – a rather strange mixture of sweat and a faintly coppery flavor.

Richard put both his hands on either side of her head, pulling back the cascade of her smoky-brown hair with his coarse fingers so that he could see her pink lips pursed around the head of his cock. He was surprised to discover that her breath flowing around his heated organs was almost cool.

"This is really sick," she said. But when she felt the pressure of his hands on the side of her head she opened her mouth and the buttery warmth of her bruised lips closed over his glans.

"Stroke it with your tongue," he directed, his hips tensing.

It felt like part of a boiled frankfurter lying along the curl of her tongue. Soft and a little rubbery, it wasn't nearly as hot as it had felt in her cunt. The loose skin around the inner sheath felt like what she imagined raw chicken skin might feel like in her mouth. But as she felt it begin to harden between her lips, she realized that as it swelled it would fill her mouth until she couldn't hold it between her lips. She stifled a gag reflex at the thought of it nudging against the opening of her throat. Then she flicked at the soft glans with her tongue.

As her father-in-law's cock hardened within her mouth, Valerie created a gentle vacuum with her tongue and lips. Her tongue-tip flicked hesitantly at the tip of his glans, and she wondered how she could go on with this, or what he might order her to do next.

"Play with my nuts," he said. "Squeeze them a little, only not too hard. And don't bite me."

Balancing herself by holding onto one of his milk-white buttocks, Valerie raised her other hand and gently hefted his testicles. One of them hung lower than the other and she was amazed to discover that they were almost twice as big as Jim's, though she could not think of an explanation for that. She had always thought of Jim as being rather well hung, but she hated the way the sparse hair of his scrotum clung to her palm. And she loathed it even more when she began to be aware of her saliva sloshing around his pulsing shaft. She pistoned it back and forth in the clutch of her distended lips until she could feel the slimy drool of saliva dripping from the corners of her lips where his cock had swollen so much that she couldn't completely close her mouth around it.