became academic. As her tender asshole was stung once more by the black leather lash, her mouth flew open in a scream. The captive's outcry was immediately muffled as the preacher plugged the had of his cock into her open mouth.
'Mmmmm! Rmmph!' Her eyes rolled frantically and her head jerked from side to side as she tried to pull her head away from the cock that had impaled her mouth. The huge cockhead had her jaws wedged so far apart that the sockets ached. The sharp taste of jism and the musky flavor of cunt made her stomach roll with nausea. There was a cock in her mouth – and it belonged to her own uncle!
'You lucky girl!' Miss Fletcher's soprano voice had dropped an octave with unmistakable lust. 'Your uncle is a good man. He'll save you from yourself!'
Liz glanced at her. Her pink-lipped pussy gaped open amidst the golden tangle of her pubic fur. A trickle of pussy juice ran from the slack cunt hole and dripped onto tile top of the desk. The naked, bound secretary was obviously getting turned on from watching her boss whip his niece and fuck her face, like he was from doing it!
But her attention was snapped back as Rogers began to jerk his handful of her auburn hair back and forth, fucking her mouton his spear of prick. Her eyes bugged out as he worked the tip of his huge cock farther back into her throat. She shook her head again, trying to tear her mouth away from the big cock.
'Use your tongue, bitch! You know how to do it! Don't think I don't know!' His voice rang with madness. He moved so that his knees were planted firmly on the floor, and thrust his cock still deeper into his niece's wet mouth.
She groaned with fear and disgust. Her tongue was flattened on the bottom of her mouth, trying desperately to avoid the slightest contact with that giant, loathsome cock. She couldn't bear the thought of actually licking the slimy, nasty prick!
She'd forgotten how unbearable the kiss of the leather was on her abused ass, but only briefly. When she kept her tongue away from the intruding cock, the belt lashed at her butt again. Her anguished scream was muffled by the several inches of meaty cock already imbedded in her face. Her jerky jump at the pain in her butt forced her hot mouth even more firmly over her uncle's fat prick. She felt the fleshy prickhead surge past the rear of her mouth and fuck right down her throat.
'Uhh! Ahh, that's better. Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my cock the way you do for all the boys at school!'
Tears flowed from the girl's eyes. Her uncle was so wrong! He was thinking that she had somehow led a career of utter sexual abandon, fucking anything on two legs. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but how could she tell him that? Her lips were stretched tautly around the enormous girth of his cock, her cheeks aching from the strain of having her mouth wedged wide open by the big prick. And still the cock continued to thrust into her face.
Suddenly she begin thrashing. The cock was going too far down her throat! She'd gag at any minute! She hated to imagine what that would cause; her uncle would probably slash her buns to ribbons for gagging on his prick!
'Yes! Take it in, slut! Eat my cock!' He clutched his belt, his right hand trapping itself in her hair. Holding her head diagonally to the ground, he thrust his hips forward. Two inches of cock were jammed instantly into the tied-up girl's face.
It was too much. She grunted, and gagged on the bar of prick her uncle had forced down her gulping throat.
Her uncle gasped as the gag reflex closed the muscles of her throat tightly around his cock. It was like having a ring clamped around his prick right where it was most sensitive, where the swollen head of the prick joined the sturdy cockshaft. He shook all over. Liz gagged again. The action of her throat muscles around his prick drove him wild.
Liz sensed the sudden swelling of the already immense prick and wondered frantically what it meant. 'Urgk!' she groaned. Her throat pumped at the expanding cock with pure reflex action.
The cock contracted suddenly, squirting a stream of hot come into the girl's throat. She could scarcely believe it. Her own uncle was coming in her mouth, shooting his jism straight down into her stomach!
Or so it seemed. Her throat muscles worked frenziedly as she tried to swallow the seething come, while still gagging on the fat sword of cock. More steamy spunk flooded into her throat. It began to fill Liz's mouth, washing back up around the stem of her uncle's huge cock.
'Great God, it's good! Drink it down, you bitch! Sate your foul lust with my come!'
He clung to her hair with hands that shook so violently that they tore loose some of the brown strands. She didn't notice the brief pain as her hair was pulled out. All she could think of was the throbbing, pulsing, spewing cock stuck down her throat – and the hot jism pumping down her gulping throat.
Come surged up into her working mouth. She gagged at the awful salty-sweetness of the spunk. The more furiously her throat muscles tried to eject the fountaining cock, the more furiously it pumped the foul come into her throat!
The store of come in her uncle's hairy balls, so recently spent inside Miss Fletcher's sweet pussy, already had replenished itself till it seemed inexhaustible. Liz's mouth filled with jism as her throat had – to the brim. Come leaked out around the cock plugged into her wet mouth. A sudden jet of jism made come surge up into her nasal passages. She choked, blowing come through her nostrils to coat the rough hair of her uncle's crotch with milky droplets.
She stared at the tangled hair at the base of her uncle's prick, her eyes unfocused. In spite of the fact that she had more cock in her mouth than she could handle, only a little more than half of the tremendous length of his cock had been inserted into her face. She looked cross-eyed past her nose at the cockshaft as it pulsated powerfully, delivering load after load of come into her sucking mouth.
Finally the last driblets of hot jism trickled from the cocktip and down Liz's throat. She felt the prick beginning to shrink in her mouth. With a grateful sigh, she let her jaw muscles relax.
Moaning, Rogers pushed his niece's head away. His prick slid out between her teeth and come-smeared lips. The still-impressive length of the deflating cock was streaked with white jism thinned by her saliva.
Abruptly the cock pulled away from Liz's mouth. Drops of come dribbled onto her face as her uncle stood. She let her head fall to the carpet. The aftertaste of the potent come that soaked her tongue was harsh and sickening.
'But what are you going to do with her?' she heard Miss Fletcher asking. 'If she tells anybody what's happening… they might not understand your methods.'
Liz's uncle nodded. 'You're right, my dear. This will bear some thought.'
Shuddering, Liz began to cry.
CHAPTER THREE
'So you want to unload this trim little piece,' the slim dapper man said, longing in his leather covered chair. Reverend Rogers stiffened. 'My good man, I assure you…'
The smaller man waved impatiently. 'I don't want to hear it. I don't care. What matters to me is the quality of the merchandise, not, its past history – or your reason for selling.'
He puffed at his cigarette through a long ebony holder, and looked at Liz. She was perched on the edge of a chair. The coy white blouse, a brief red skirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, made her look even younger than she was. But the impression was somewhat weakened by the womanly thrust of her jugs pressing hard against the front of her blouse. Feeling the man's black eyes on her, she tugged her hem down lower along her slender thighs.
She was numbed by the events of the past twenty-four hours. Her uncle had dressed her after raping her, then bundled her into a closet and locked her inside. After a while she had dozed off, but the sounds of the evening services had awakened her. Her cries for help had been drowned out by the organ, and by the voices of the congregation loudly singing hymns.
Eventually, Miss Fletcher had opened the door of the closet. Rogers' belt had been in her hand. She'd slashed Liz smartly across the tits a few times, and warned her to be quiet or she'd get worse.
