head as he spoke intensified the growing feeling inside her. She stood helpless as he turned her around and unfastened the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were in her purse, where she had put them after they had finished in the car. She was completely naked and exposed to the fire whose flaming warmth licked over the sensitive nerves of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her nipples rose at the sudden exposure to the air. She stared straight ahead as though in a trance as he surveyed her body. But, in spite of her immobility, she seemed to sense the physical presence of his eyes as they traveled over the whiteness of her body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.
Martin undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him. His penis was soft and swayed as he stepped toward her. That was the organ which had given her so much before, she thought. And now, it didn't seem to be what she wanted, but her body knew differently. A dampness swelled in her vagina lubricating her passage and softening the already soft, silken lips of her vulva.
'Upstairs,' he commanded and her body obeyed mechanically. Her mind refused to follow his directions and with all the willpower that she could muster she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud. She was in a dream world, swaying with every motion. She felt his hand touch her soft, swaying buttocks as he followed her up the long staircase.
Janet stopped and turned on the stairs to look down at the man following behind her. She watched his large, still soft penis swing back and forth like a pendulum as he climbed the last two steps. Then, when his face was level with her loins, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her pubic mound. His lips seared lewdly through and into the nakedness of her overheated skin. She could feel his tongue wet a small portion of her flesh and the goose bumps rise all over her as it brought an involuntary shudder rippling through her body.
Oh no! I can't do this, she thought, helplessly, and turned panic-stricken to run into her private bedroom, seeking sanctuary. It was her domain, hers and Greg's. No one could intrude. It was her fortress, her castle, fortified with the strength of her love for her husband. Nothing could conquer that. She was safe! Safe!
But, a moment later, Martin entered the room. His smile was still bright, even in the dim light. He was a man sure of himself, sure in the knowledge that he could possess this girl anyway he wished and no one, particularly her, would stop him.
Janet dropped to the edge of the bed and watched him, her eyes open wide and her tortured mind knowing she could retreat no further. There was no where else to go.
'I didn't know you were so anxious,' he said, his lewd grin broadening. 'I'm glad you see things my way. If we cooperate, our times together will be most pleasurable for both of us.'
Janet sat looking at him. Her gaze was transfixed on his eyes. She clenched her hands into the bed spread and spoke. 'I can't do this, Martin. I don't care what the cost.' But her words were soft. There was no authority and only a minor note of conviction. Janet knew that the speech she was trying to make would do no good. Her body was warm. A fire was building down between her legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man standing before her and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.
Martin walked toward her. Standing only a foot from her he held out his hand and touched her breast, teasing a nipple with his fingers. His large penis hung waiting, like a patient cobra between his legs. It was soft and heavy. 'You've finished with your childish tantrum, I hope?' he questioned, knowing the answer in advance.
He pulled her closer to him, holding her head close to his hairy stomach. She could smell the odors from their sexual encounter an hour before and her heart began beating faster. Her fear was transforming to sexual excitement. 'Suck it!' he commanded pushing her head lower to his penis. 'I want it in that pretty little mouth now. Suck it!'
Janet was frightened at what he had said but her vagina involuntarily filled with more fluids as the lewd, obscene thought whirled around in her confused mind. She had read of felatio in some of the magazines, but never had tried it with Greg. It was too awful, too perverse! 'I can't,' she groaned, 'please, Martin, don't make me do it. I just can't.'
But the heavy hand on her head pushed her mouth closer to the soft, smooth tip that hung a few tantalizing inches from her face.
Tears flowed from her eyes, across her cheeks to the skin of his abdomen. And slowly as though she were hypnotized, she took the cock in her hand, kissing gingerly. It wouldn't bite, she knew that, but it wasn't right, it wasn't human.
But, it was hot in her palm. 'Suck it!' he commanded fiercely.
She hesitantly leaned forward and kissed the top of his penis, moving her mouth toward the end. The head was terrifying. Her fear was terrifying, but she must obey. There was no other way. She must obey Martin and the new, exciting craving deep within her belly.
Her lipstick covered lips opened slightly and the soft rubbery head slipped easily into her saliva filled mouth.
It was larger than the average man's, certainly larger than Greg's and it slowly began to grow even larger in her mouth. She didn't notice it at first as she sucked it gently and rubbed her tongue softly at the loose foreskin on the bottom. It grew more quickly as it filled with blood and Janet's eyes opened wide with alarm as it responded excitedly to her wet, nibbling caresses. But, oh God, it was growing too fast. It would be too big for her mouth!
She started to release her grip on it, but he pulled her head back harder against him. The massive cock seemed almost white hot as it grew to its full size against her tongue, hard and throbbing. She could feel his quickened pulse as the great prick pulsated impassionedly in her mouth.
Unable to catch her breath, she gasped. She was choking on the massive flesh that reached back toward her throat, but Martin kept his grip on her head, and she found herself adjusting by necessity to the intrusion. Careful not to bite him, lest she incur his wrath, she slowly and deliberately began to suck again, moving her head almost imperceptibly back and forth.
'Use your tongue more, you hot little bitch,' he growled down at her, his eyes locked lustfully on the top of her bobbing head as he watched the elastic flesh of her ovalled lips drawing out slowly and then sinking back inside again as she slid them forward.
Eager to please she began swirling her tongue around it as best she could as she sucked at him. Her head moved faster as it slid back and forth along the length of his cock, never allowing it to leave her mouth completely but always leaving a tiny fraction of an inch inside the shelter of the warm, moist cavern of lips.
Martin held his head back, no longer holding her head. He was still standing as she sucked him. The wetness of her mouth and the constant sucking had put him into a euphoria. He clenched his buttocks in rhythmic flexing movement, in tune with her head as it slid along the length of his huge cock.
'Hum,' he commanded. The single word was enough for her to begin making a humming sound in her throat and nasal passages. She felt completely debauched. Not only must she suck this man but she must submit to his even more depraved demands. Tears filled her eyes as the sound of her humming grew louder in her eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to stop and run out of her bedroom, out of the world.
But it was too late, for as she sucked and moved more and more, a new feeling was creeping into her mind. Urged by the needs of her body, and coupled with the sound of her voice, she felt a passion rising in her. She could feel every inch of the twitching cock in her mouth and the hair of his muscular thighs brushing against her breasts as she moved. Instead of revolting her, it suddenly became an object of desire. She began to suck harder, wanting more and more. There wasn't enough! Wasn't enough!
She could hardly keep her breath as she tried gasping for air, sucking all the time, working at her salivic glands trying to get more moisture into her mouth. She wanted it wetter, hotter! She wanted him to come in her mouth, filling her with the white hot fluids she now felt she could not live without! She wanted to be debauched and used as she had never been before! Oh God, she wanted it!
Above the sound of her sucking and humming she could hear Martin gasp. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on the bed, her teeth hurting him as she sucked, but she wanted him to cum, to cum now. Her own fires burned hotter between her legs. Her free hand lifted itself from the bed and slid to her vagina. Quickly she inserted a finger and began finger fucking herself to the rhythm that her mouth was beating on his cock.
Martin's gasp changed. 'Aaarrgggghhhhh,' he moaned aloud as the dam behind his balls broke. His hips jerked forward, ramming into her mouth as the hot liquid fluids spurted deep into her throat, spewing more and more of his cum. She was nearly choking, trying to swallow the thick, warm liquid as it filled her mouth, bloating out
