Her hand reached behind me, grabbed a butt cheek and pulled me closer, her face now inches from my dick. Then, to my horror, she smiled, showing a row of blackened teeth that I could smell from above her.
Before I had a chance to react, she made my dick disappear into her mouth, the warmth instant and horrifyingly pleasant. I didn’t want to upset her by remaining placid, so began to imagine me tasting her flesh, biting a chunk out of her breast before tearing the thing off. I imagined her blood flowing over my hard dick, then felt the throbbing begin as her lips and tongue continued to work me.
She paused, pulled her head back and inspected my tool again. It had grown substantially, standing at attention before her, throbbing a little every few seconds. I heard the creaking again, but remained still.
“My, my, you are a big boy, ain’t ya?” she croaked, then resumed sucking me, both her hands now reaching around and squeezing my butt. It actually began to feel nice. But just as I was sure something was about to happen, she stopped as suddenly as she began, pulled me down onto the bed and began to rip my clothes off.
That was the first chance I had to steal a look at my father. Although the room was quite dark, the thick curtain blocking most of the daylight out, I could make out a shape sitting in the corner. He was sitting right back in the chair, one hand inside his pants and working whatever he was packing.
“What the fuck, Harry?” Eddie suddenly whispered. “Is that cunt wanking himself? That sick fuck is getting off on this.” I tried to remain composed as the woman suddenly took one of my hands and pulled it towards the bed. I closed my eyes to block her swaying tits from my view, but opened them again when I felt something around my wrists.
I looked up to see her winding a piece of rope, first around one wrist and then around the other. Within seconds I was helpless, tied like a condemned animal. I tried to pull out, but she cupped my cheek again, trying to calm me.
That was when she straddled me, grabbing my dick and pumping it a couple of times.
“Such a big boy,” she hissed, licking her cracked lips as she rubbed the head of my dick against some wet spot between her legs. That was when I caught a sniff of something so bad, I thought I was going to vomit.
It was like rotten fish and I swear it came from her bush. To say I was repulsed was an understatement.
“Want me to put it inside, Harry?” she cooed at me. I could hear my father moving about and when I stole a look, saw him pulling his own dick out.
“Man up, kid,” he panted. There was something in his voice, a kind of hope, that didn’t fit to the situation. I suddenly felt an intense heat envelop my shaft, then felt her weight drop down on me.
“You like that?” she whispered.
“You think I like smelling your rank sweat, bitch?” Eddie suddenly whispered and I closed my eyes to block out the scene before me.
The woman begun to rub herself back and forth, weirdly trying to gyrate her hips this way and that. Only it wasn’t doing anything, her size not helping the cause. Her pace quickened, as did her breath, and when I was sure she was going to start screaming, she began to shudder.
“Now look what you did,” she said with this weird grin on her face.
I had no fucken idea what I did, the heat of her cunt making me itch. I wanted the ropes off and this cow to get off me. I wanted to smash her skull in and taste her flesh. Thinking about that made my dick start to throb again and I think she must have felt it because she suddenly looked at me with a wry-kind of smile.
“Ah, there you are.” She slid off me and, as repulsive as she stank, actually bent down and began to suck my dick again. The only good thing about it was that it made the itch stop. Her hand reached up and held one of my wrists as the other began to pump my dick. That was when she took my dick out, bent further and began to lick my balls, first one and then the other.
It wasn’t as enjoyable having my balls licked, not that any of it was appealing. But her touching my balls felt incredibly uncomfortable. She sucked one into her mouth, forcing it between her teeth and I gritted my own at the pain.
She must have felt me tense, repeated it with the other one and groaned when I tensed again.
“Now, Greta,” my father suddenly whispered from the corner, his voice sounding as if struggling for breath.
I looked down, saw her look up at me and began to feel her teeth tighten around one of my testicles. I tried to pull my hands free but they were held tight. She grinned more, her lips pulled back to reveal her rotten teeth, my ball between them. I could hear my father panting from the corner as the pain suddenly increased.
“Go,” my father hissed and as I looked down, saw the bitch smile as the ball slipped from her lips and was replaced with my dick. She peered at me one final time, then closed her eyes and clamped her teeth together.
The pain was instant, gripping me harder than I ever imagined possible. I struggled, bucking my hips from side to side, but she held firm, the teeth sinking in deeper and deeper. The scream that tore out of my throat in that instant, ripped through my vocal cords like shards of glass
