It was as if she'd ripped the flesh away from her body and seen herself in a mirror. Inside, she was riddled with disease – dark, murky filth.
'No, no, no,' she murmured, closing her eyes, hating herself more than ever.
'You really liked that ass-fuck, didn't you?' Mike said sarcastically. 'And here you were all the time saying you didn't. You lying bitch. I could have been in here fucking you all the time Dad was gone.' He slapped her playfully on the ass. 'Well, from now on when he leaves, we'll fuck like monkeys, right?'
Wanda hadn't even thought about that. If she didn't tell Stan – and she couldn't – both he and Jimmy would expect her to fuck them when their father was gone. And if Stan ever found out about that, he would probably strangle her with his bare hands.
And quite frankly, she wouldn't blame him. Everything seemed hopeless. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. She felt exactly as she had when she was a child and had taken the dare to swim across Ladder Lake. Almost totally exhausted by the time she reached the middle of the lake, she knew it would be as difficult to go back as to go on.
But could she ever go back? Already the dark urges were once more forming in her mind. She wanted to get fucked again by her stepson – to feel his hard cock spitting out all those creamy fuck juices.
She would have to tell Stan and take the consequences. If he left her, that was all there was to it. She would admit everything and take her medicine.
But she wouldn't give up without a struggle. She wasn't about to let these little pricks determine her fate. Some how, she would escape and get revenge for the horror they had inflicted on her. And the only way to do that was to keep them off guard.
'You've really made me see things in a different light,' she whispered, hoping to find the words that would convince him she no longer needed to be tied up. 'You're right, we could have been fucking all this time.'
'You mean that?' Mike asked, suspicion in his voice.
'Of course I mean it,' Wanda said, squirming beneath him. 'When I first got a look at you fucking Brenda, I got so mad because she was getting your big cock and not me.'
There! If he buys that, he's a bigger idiot than I think he is.
'You mean, you're not going to tell Dad?' Mike said, although he was still cautious.
'Tell him what? About us? Don't be silly. It would kill him,' Wanda said. 'And I love your father so much. As much as you do.'
That ought to drive the point home to the little bastard, she thought.
'Mmmmm, it's getting late,' Mike said, snuggling closer to her body. 'Let's get some sleep now, OK?'
'OK, but can you untie me? These ropes are hurting me, and anyway, I want to suck you to sleep. Would you like that?'
'Untie you?'
'After I suck you, you can tie me back up if you want,' Wanda said. 'But I need my hands free to hold onto your balls while I eat your cock alive.'
For the next couple of seconds, Wanda held her breath, wondering if her ruse had worked. At any rate, if it didn't work tonight, there was always tomorrow, if she could keep up this nonsense.
'OK, I could handle a good suck job before I go to sleep,' Mike said, reaching for the ropes at her right hand.
Wanda didn't make a move, even after she was free. Then, after he rolled to his back, she slowly got to her side and reached out for his half-hard cock.
'Mmmm, so big and hard,' she murmured, squeezing his shaft and seeing a tiny drop of cum ooze from his monstrous cockhead. 'Just tell me how you like it.'
'Right down your cocksucking throat,' Mike said, pushing her head down to his crotch. 'Every inch of my cock, baby.'
He squirmed his ass around as he felt her warm mouth engulf the end of his prickshaft.
Knowing that she now had some measure of control, Wanda relaxed completely. She would suck his prick as she promised, and then, when he went to sleep…
Well, just you wait, you little prick, she thought.
His cock was fully, embedded in her throat. After holding it there for a couple of seconds, letting her tongue lick over the smooth surfaces, she slowly pulled her head up, just holding the tip of his prickshaft between her lips.
'Mmmmmmm,' she gurgled, scratching her fingernails over his hairy balls, feeling them tremble to her touch. 'I just love young stud to suck off.'
She took a deep breath and gulped forward, letting all of his cock grind into her throat. As her lips met his curly, blue-black bush of crotch hair, she looked out of the corner of her eye, searching for some sort of weapon.
There was the lamp, of course, but the wire and the shade might make it awkward. Shoes, a picture on the wall, bookends.
When her gaze rested on the chain hanging over the side of the bed, she smiled. That will do perfectly, she thought. Somehow, it seems like poetic justice for it to be my weapon of revenge. The same chain he stuffed up my ass will knock his brains out.
'Mmmmmm,' she gurgled, twisting her head around as she gobbled down on his cock.
'Wow, that feels so good,' Mike said, closing his eyes.
He lifted his hands and touched the back of her head for a few seconds, then placed them behind his head. He spread his legs a little wider and lifted his hips.
'That's it, baby. Just suck on my cock like that all night.'
While Wanda licked up and down his cock, she held his balls with her left hand, giving them gentle squeezes. Her right hand slowly inched across, the sheets toward the chain. Seconds later, she wrapped her fingers around the metal links.
She would have to somehow wrap the chain double, she decided, to shorten it and make it easier to strike out with. The other end, however, was on the floor, out of reach.
Still, if she did a really good job of sucking his cock, he might not notice if she shifted slightly. She quickened her movements, banging her forehead against his hairy stomach.
'Goddamn that's good,' Mike grunted, pumping his ass up and down. 'Oh, baby, baby, baby.'
Now, Wanda thought. He's so involved with pleasure, he wouldn't know if a bomb went off. Do it now!
The taste of his cock, however, was so wonderful. It was almost like having Stan in bed with her. Maybe just a few minutes more of cocksucking. What could that hurt?
And then, when she tasted the steam of his nearing climax, she decided to finish him off and, wait for him to relax. That would be the best time, she reasoned, even though she was taking a chance that Brenda or Jimmy might walk in at any moment.
It was a chance she would have to take…
'Almost there,' Mike groaned, every muscle in his body tightening. 'Do it faster, cocksucker. Jesus… shit… now!'
When Wanda gulped fully downward, she felt the first molten splash of his cum bang the back of her throat. When her tonsils were milky with his jizz, it became almost impossible to concentrate on her revenge. His hot cum melted down her throat and seemed to filter through her guts, then exploded inside her pussy.
'Aaaaghhhh,' she choked, drinking cum and climaxing at the same instant.
'Goddamn! Suck my cock dry, you fucking slut,' Mike grunted, thrusting his cock upward, depositing the bulk of his cum-load into his stepmother's throat. 'Every drop of jizz all the way down.'
Wanda needed absolutely no encouragement. She sucked and pulled on his cock for all she was worth, not only because she craved the sweet cum that melted into her stomach, but because she knew the more reined he was, the better her shot would be.
'Jesus,' Mike said at last, going limp with exhaustion.
Wanda held her mouth on his prick for a long while, looking upward at his closed eyes. When she was sure he was asleep, she slowly lifted her head, letting his half-hard slab of cock drop to his stomach.
Again, all the anger she had felt before flooded back into her mind. Now, you prick, she thought. Now you're gonna see what it's like.
