'No! Oh, please, no!' I quit jacking him and taking advantage of my new panic, Phil twisted my wrist away. His cock bobbed out from his groin. There was a droplet of something glistening at the tip, making the taut, bruised-looking meat shine. His fingers tightened in my long hair. I shut my eyes, cried out.
'Suck my cock, damn you!' He forced me against his prick. The droplet smeared against my lips as I clamped them against the long, rigid shaft he wanted to spear down my throat. But Phil dug his fingers into my neck, half strangling me. I whimpered, let my jaws fall open. His hot knob forced between my lips, grazed my teeth.
'Uhhh, yeah, now suck!'
He was pushing his cock deeper. I gagged, tried to force his rod back out with my tongue but only drove it along the underside of the hot, huge thing. His balls swung against my chin and I convulsed with a dry retch. He slapped me. Not hard, but sharply enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was going crazy! I thought it would drive me completely mad if that cock, that awful, huge cock spurted its cum.
But the passion had weakened Phil, taken his attention. I sensed a moment when he loosened his grasp on my hair and twisted my head to one side. His cockhead came free from my lips with a sucking sound and at that very instant I felt a hot streak of jizz wet my cheek.
'Son of a bitch!' Phil had fallen half off the old sofa, was struggling to force me to open my mouth again. Another flick of sperm bolted onto my neck and I felt the stringy, slick stuff dribbling under my jersey. It was awful. The smell was sharp, sourish. Thank God none of it had gotten in my mouth!
Phil was jacking himself off, eyes rolled back in his head. As the throes overtook him completely, he let me go. By now my cheeks, my neck were dripping with the hot seed. I slipped backwards, fell on the floor on my ass.
'You're awful… I never want to see you…' Sobs racked me and I covered my face with my hands so I wouldn't have to watch him milk his cock. I somehow pushed myself up, staggered away crying towards the moonlit door.
CHAPTER FOUR
The hall was littered with fallen plaster and I tripped, falling against the wall as I ran. The old house was so big I couldn't remember the way we'd come upstairs. I turned into two empty rooms before I found a junk-strewn stairway and started down. It was darker away from the windows and I had to go slow, wiping the drying cum from my face as I tried to pick my way between broken boards and litter. I came out into a large room. Only the tiniest sliver of light filtered down from the windows on the second-floor landing. I could hear my breath in my throat. I was too spaced to start crying again. I tried to comb my tangled hair down with my fingers, shivered when I felt the cummy dampness where my jersey had gotten wet. My cunt felt swollen and tingly. When I walked, the silken crotchband tickled against my thighs. I felt naked and awful and something else, too. What was that something else? Did it have something to do with the way my drenched cuntlips rubbed together as I walked? Yes, it did and it was the way my clit felt, too. It was swollen out from its tiny hood and the slight friction of my juicy petals against it reminded me of other things. Of Phil's cock in my hand, pulsing like a stick of dynamite. No, that was silly! Dynamite didn't pulse, and I hadn't liked his cock in my hand anyway. But thinking about it had already made me start breathing funny. Like I'd panted when he was kissing my cunt with his tongue. Like the way I'd gasped when he dug his fingers into the white plumpness of my ass.
I leaned against a door that hung half off its hinges. There was a sound… another. It had come from another hallway, a hallway that ended at a door. I let my fingers drag the wall as I moved. When I was within a few steps of the door, I saw it was open slightly. Janey's voice!
'Oohhh, yeah, honey.'
Janey lay on a bed, undressed from the waist down. The shock of seeing her tan legs in the moonlight brought my hand to my mouth. I leaned weakly against the door frame, peeked closer. Farley lifted his head from between Janey's thighs. His lips were wet… I knew what from. Janey held her arms out, smiled.
'I don't think I can take your tongue another minute, baby!'
'You want something bigger?' Farley's thumbs made dents in the meat of her thighs. He was sitting back on his haunches so I couldn't see his cock, didn't want to.
'Give…' Janey took a lungful of air, let it out with a shudder. She sat up on the broken bed. I could see the pink tips of her nipples.
'You want me to?'
'Give,' Janey sighed, opening her mouth. 'Let me wet your dick real good first.'
I clamped my eyes shut, gritted my teeth together. I might escape back down the hall. I might find my way out of the old house and find the car and lock myself in. But I might run into Phil again, too. I didn't know what he might do or say. I didn't feel safe running around in the wrecked old mansion. I dared to look again. Farley was on his knees on the bed, one resting on Janey's head as she reached out with slender fingers to caress the undershaft, to heft the eggs that hung in their wrinkled sac. Farley groaned some half-word, framed her face in his palms and pulled her forward. Could she actually want to suck his cock? The image of Phil's cock rushed back to haunt me. I could taste the musky, odd taint of his knob shoving into my mouth, cramming my tongue back until I had been forced to suck against the bottom of his swollen tip. Awful… and yet the memory had made my cunt go squishy again. I put my hand on the wall outside the room where Janey and Farley lay, pressed my tits against the doorjamb. My nipples were like rubbery little fingers and even through my bra, they tinged as I rubbed them against the hardness.
'Your tongue's so damn hot… Uhhhh!' It was Farley, his head thrown back, hands curled over the tops of Janey's thin shoulders. I couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked, her fine, blonde hair cascading over her chest, over Farley's fingers. And even when she pushed out her tongue to touch the tip of his cock, I was trembly with the gracefulness of her movements, and maybe for a split second saw myself doing that… I shook my head, held my breath. No, it was wrong what Janey was doing. She had made her tongue into a spit-wet trough now and was cradling the heavy cock that sprouted up out of Farley's groin. She had flattened her palms so that his balls just rested against them and as she moved her tongue slowly in and out, she curled her fingers again and tugged the heavy eggs slightly. Farley licked his lips. He was panting heavily, touching the soft hollows of Janey's neck, brushing with a fingertip where her lips inched close to his prick. And Janey brought herself even closer. Her upper lip curled back glistening and wet. She rested it against the top of his knob as her tongue slid in and out, in and out, lapping noisily against his cock's underside.
I shook my head again, wondering if I was seeing right. But I was. With a soft, wet pop Janey let the swollen crown of Farley's cock slip into her mouth. He grunted, the muscles in his ass going hard with tension.
Janey's breath hissed from her nose as she began to bob her head forward and back on the huge prick. I saw her cheek bulge on the side. Her eyes closed, opened again very slowly. Then Farley tucked his ass under and drove forcefully up and in. Janey's throat pumped as she tried to make room for all of his cock. I couldn't believe she could. And just as I knew she would have to choke and gag, Farley pulled back, back far enough for his knob to ride out against her teeth and then all the way out until the little lobes on the bottom meted on Janey's pouty bottom lip. She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled at him. The moon highlighted her blondeness, the tiny hairs on her cheeks. She liked it! She actually liked sucking his cock! My cuntlips flooded with another wash of slickness. I felt the moisture spreading in my curly thatch, wetting the inside of one thigh. The panty crotch dangled there to remind me what Phil had done with his knife. My throat was dry again. I would… yes, even a beer. I wanted to leave, too, but wanted to stay even more. I didn't ask myself why.
'That's wet enough, baby,' Farley whispered, kissing Janey's mouth where only a second before his cock had warmed. They kissed for a long time, Janey twisting her face around and moaning through her nose. I could see Farley's tongue jabbing out the sides of her cheeks and the spit popped at the corner of her mouth. Her pink nipples weren't so tiny now. I hadn't seen them change but when I looked, when she turned to catch the moonlight from the window, I saw their silhouettes. They looked strange, so big in comparison to the gentle swells of her tits.
Janey slumped back down on the old bed as Farley lowered himself between her parted knees. Without
