Doreen (part II)

DOREEN -Oral Forced... Again

Sir Peter Stone
Jan 2000

....Dar could have surrendered... She could have allowed Old Pete to finish giving her body the pleasure, she so desperately craved. She could have closed her eyes and laid back, allowed Old Pete’s his wild, un-relinquishing passions to carry her off... She could have envisioned any one she chose and be taken to the type orgasms, she has only dreamed about in her masturbation fantasies. Plus, knowing Old Pete, he would have forgave the fact she tried to rob him blind, filled her empty, thieving pockets will dollar bills, and draped her neck, wrist and fingers with gold. He would have begged her to come back and if she played her cards right, as her sugar daddy, he would have took care of her and her two children for the rest of his life. In addition though Old Pete was "old" he was not decrepit, nor was he broken down. He looked ten to fifteen years younger then his actually age, he took great care of himself, stayed in shape by tending to his land and dressed immaculately "Italian". His body was tall, large and decently lean, our girl Dar would have hit the "jack-pot" for he was considered by most of the young girls, who ran in those circles as the "sugar-daddy" of "Sugar daddies".

What a fine ending to this story that would have made, boring as hell but a fine ending. Instead of that happening, Dar thought only about her intense disdained and nauseating disgust at the very idea, of having anything "sexual" to do with an older man. Even the oral sex, that gave her body so much delight, pissed her off because she did enjoy what was done and a part of lustful nature wanted more. Embarrassed and ashamed at both her plight and her unintended and quite vocal orgasm, her mind went cruel and ugly as her heart turned ice cold. Her mouth opened and what came out, was pure bile and also stupidity.

"You dirty... Fuckin... Degenerate... old ass man" she said softly. "Excuse me?" a deep baritone voice asked, a little peeved and surprised at her attitude. Old Pete had felt how her body responded to his treatment and he had heard and even tasted, her strong climatic "cum" song as she shrieked out, her honeyed wet release. Now he thought to himself, "this thieving, cum-screaming bitch ought to feel lucky, to have gotten a climax instead of a cold jail cell... Or a stray bullet!" Suddenly an angry and crazed Dar releases a barrage of insults. "YOU OLD FUCKIN BASTARD.. How dare you?... HOW FUCKIN DARE YOU?"

Dar suffered from a very rare disease called "Gerontophobia" its a strong phobia that only affects only three percent the population. Where some folks are afraid of snakes and other heights and some insects and rodents, poor Dar had an strong affinity to "Old People", especially the men. Though she was willing to steal, tease and worse case, jerk-off an old man for their money, she found their sexual attraction to her body a "perversion" beyond disgust. They made her feel extreme nausea, it gave her severe stomach cramps and mostly, they gave her fear. She even loathed the very touch an older man, if he "seemed" like, he had something carnal on his mind.

Even when she had to do the hated, dreaded act of "jerking-off" their aged "peckers" she insisted, that they never touch her. She just couldn't stand it. It made her feel cheap, slutty... Used almost violated in some sense... Afterwards, she would go home and scrub her hands for hours, every time she would think they were clean, she would remember the feel of their old peckers twitching and their weak sperm shooting and coating her hands. She would grab the soap and start again... "They should be grandfathers... " She thought " Kindly old men... Not debauched, elderly sex-fiends, lusting after younger women!" Dar stared "knives of death" at Old Pete. She was insane and irrational, maddened because he dared put his "old" nasty tongue on her...

Licking and sucking her.... His withered old Hands and fingers, all over her body... His mouth pushing into her most private areas... Having his way with her, though she begged him not to. This last thought of him obtaining sexual pleasure from her physical molestation made her sick... It felt like... No, it was, a kind of "oral" forcible rape... For Dar, the nightly "illusion" was one thing, it was of her own design but this was "real life" the ultimate intrusion on her... She was insane with rage because this old, degenerate fucker, took her... Raped her with his "evil" elderly mouth. Dar was ill and bitterly angery at the old man, to her, the worst rape possible, is the rape climaxed! In other words she was more ashamed and nauseous at herself for having an orgasm and allowing Old Pete, to glean the knowledge by her physical response, to what she considered sick and depraved treatment from an old deviant predator.

Old Pete reached down to help the young girl to her feet, he didn't plan on this response from her, he thought after a good, hard orgasm, she might be a little peeved but considering her attempted crime, she might feel she "got-off" rather easy. (Excusing the pun) then he figured if he threw her a few dollars, then the next time, they wouldn't need the hand-cuffs -unless of course, next time she requested them. Instead, it seemed this woman was on the verge of losing her mind, it was then he decided to let her go. As he reached, Dar jerked back cringing at his attempt to touch her. Once again her mouth opens, once again she does not think... "Get the Hell away from me!... I wouldn't let your old degenerate ass touch me again, if you were the last fuckin man on earth! And if you put that sewer of a mouth near my pussy again I swear to god, I'll piss down your throat!" Came the words sharp as a knife.

With bile dripping from each word she lashed out again and again. "I swear to god, I hate you old fuckin bastards... I hate you all! Always ogling over us young girls... Always fuckin peeking at us on the sly... Always staring at our bodies... Always wanting to touch! Gawd, you old mother-fuckers make me sick... Always wanting someone to suck on your dried up, wrinkle little peckers... The very thought makes me want to puke! Always throwing your money around like it can buy you anything! I wouldn't suck an old man's cock for all the fuckin money in the world! Fuck you Pete... Fuck every last one of you old nasty mutherfuckers! You fuckin gray old bastards should be taken out back and put the fuck out of your old misery!!!"

"You old bastards have lived too long, anyhow..."

Dar was on a roll, she was so angry, she forgot her situation. She forgot that she was still handcuffed, she forgot about the leather restraints around her thighs, she forgot she was a prisoner in a house located in the middle of nowhere. Dar was in far too dangerous a situation to be so damn "forgetful" or stupid. Old Pete was crazy about Dar, he had been wanting to get with her for a long time, though he did care for her, she was still in the house of a horny, debauched old man. A person whose lust could be a cruel taskmaster, for in truth she was facing an vulgar, degenerate old man with young girl fantasies... Armed with both a knife and a gun at his disposal. "She may have to die" he thought to himself as Dar ignorantly ranted and raved.

"Yeah I fuckin tried to steal your money..." She yelled "And your watch and anything else I could find! That's all you old, sick mutherfuckers deserve! To be robbed, and beaten... Used... Abused... Taken advantage of and then thrown the fuck away! The same way you old motherfuckers think about doing to every young girl you see!" Dar was still in shock from her whole "oral" ordeal and she was far from thinking sanely. "You old fuckin bastards are always trying take advantage by throwing your money around us, because for real that's the only thing you have left! That's the only fuckin thing we young girls want from you is your fuckin cash... What's the matter Old Pete? Don't look so shocked. Did you actually, truly, think I actually liked you? Cared for you? Needed you? Your very presence makes me ill! I hate your look, your old person smell, your old person sound... I hate everything about you! You old, dumb-ass fools make it so damn easy to rob your stupid asses blind! So gott-dam easy!!! So if your mad, too fuckin bad... If your upset because I tried to rob you, so fuckin what! If your poor little heart is broken because I rather play you, then fuck you... Then guess what old man? Fuck you again!

So if your gonna call the fuckin cops, then mother fucker call them, because when they get here, I'll tell them my own lie and who do you think their gonna believe? Me a young fine girl in handcuffs wearing wet panties or some stupid... Idiotic... Old... Gray ass... Son of a whoring bitch?" It was here when Dar decided to bluff. "If your smart old man, you'll take these fuckin cuffs off of me, give me a lot of money for that little mouth-rape you performed and pray, I never go to the cops. If your smart that is. Right now, I don't give a fuck what you do, just as long as you keep your fuckin wrinkled-up hands to yourself!"

Old Pete just sat there, breathing hard and glaring at the young girl. His eyes were a deep, angry red and glazed over. He sat in an eerie kind of scary silence. Like he had already made up his mind, what he was going to do. It was at that moment, that Dar realized that perhaps she should have insulted him less and bargained more, that is until she was at least uncuffed, untied and more importantly out of his house. She fumbled to her feet and stood some distance away from the bed where the old man sat. Old Pete suddenly lunged from the bed and grabbed the young woman, he dug his powerful fingers into her arms which made her wail in pain, then he dragged her back to the bed. He picked up his large pistol and put it to her head, Dars eyes grew wide with fear as he spoke. His voice was methodical, deep and without emotion. "Ya know somethin ya young stupid bitch... If I kills you right now... Right at this moment, nobody would ever know a thing. Look out the window." Fearfully Dar turns her head "Did you know I own about 30 acres out there, I could kill you reeeaaal slow, then bury your dumb ass out back in my yard and no one would ever find you. Then what would happen to your kids?" Dar's heart slammed in her chest at this last statement. "They would probably be taken to some State funded home, where no one gives a shit about whether they lived...Or died. I've heard some bad stories about kids living in a State funded home, Do you want your kids to be one of them stories?" Dar thought about this long and hard, when she responded it was with a brand new attitude and new found terror. "Oh please, please don't kill me Pete... Please don't... I-I was just upset, that's all... S-shaken up a bit, b-by what you did to me... I didn't mean any of it... I-I'm so sorry..." Pete snarled at her, that cruel, sinister look she saw the day he picked her up at the Supermarket was back in his eye and multiplied by disdain. "You got a nasty, filthy mouth, yella-girl and there's only way to silence it...

Old Pete sat back down on the bed and pulled her back between his big legs, Dar squeezed her eyes closed and tightened the muscles in her jaw, her stomach felt like it was tied in knots as a re-newed feeling of revolt, washed over her. Believing to herself that Old Pete was going to go back to his depraved lapping on her cunt. Though disgusted as she was to his touch, she also fought back the urge inside her that wanted to feel his "evil" tongue and to see what else his old, nasty mouth could do.

Dar always has been a strong, sexual type of person, she loved its physical consumption and just about every aspect of it. The young girl had a voracious appetite for what little, she had been exposed to. She was sexually promiscuous and she enjoyed living out that fact. Where a another woman would lay hot, bothered and frustrated night after night, if Dar couldn't get laid, she had no problems with reading a good "fuck" story, going on-line and downloading a few "fuck" pictures, mixed with a full night of masturbation "just to keep the edge off the sexual beast" as she put it. Her full figured body loved being touched, stroked, caressed, licked and definitely fucked. The more orgasms she could experience, the better she felt. Right now though, Dar hated that "sexual beast" inside her. It wanted more of the old man's harsh mouth, it was just as she fantisized, no matter how mad she was at the moment, her mind drifted back to the foul pleasure from the greedy mouth and tongue... And the wild, wet kisses on her body.

She steeled herself and heavily breathed in nervous anticipation. She readied herself awaiting the first touch... The feel of cool moistness on her skin... The wiggling slimy thing... An evil little "thing" that would assault her again and probably bring her to another, ignominious, screaming climax (maybe even multiple times) but instead of ravishing her body again with his mouth, this time it spoke. "Get down on yer knees, gurl." Dar's eye popped open with confusion, "Wha..I-I- don't..." She felt an angry jab of the gun barrel in her ribs as Old Pete spoke again "Bitch, I said on your knees! Don't make me ask again!" Fearfully and still confused Dar began an clumsy attempt, trying to get down on her knees but because of her handcuffs she found her balance far from perfect, she stumbled and began to fall, Old Pete caught her in one strong hand and painfully pushed her to her knees. When Dar looked up from her position, she realized what he wanted "Oh god no" she thought, "Please god don't let him want that..."

"Lets see how fast that dirty soup-hole mouth of yours can talk, if we keeps it busy." Old Pete snickered. Her face was directly in front of the old man's crouch, she sat and watched as a large bulged, strained against the fabric of his pants. "So you wouldn't suck an old man's cock for all the money in the world huh? Good, cause I aint paying you shit. I heard..." Old Pete started as he fumbled with his zipper, "That you give the best head in town. Dem young boys, you love to fuck so much, also love to talk about their personal business. That's why I said you need an older man. We don't talk much... But we just loves the warmth, of a young gals mouth... As they soft, young lips wrap around our old peckers and then suck it reeal good..." Dar in watched dumbfounded horror as Old Pete's large hand finally got his zipper down, then it reached inside his pants and set his straining dark tool free. It plopped from his underwear crumbled and semi-erect and then began to grow like some old, wrinkled root, suddenly revived by cool life giving water. It periodically twitched as it "yawned" and stretched, Dar watched in a nauseated awe as wrinkled, aged skin stretched in both width and length then slowly the skin texture began to smooth out and tighten.

Old Pete smiled and licked his big lips as he watched the young girls expression. He gripped his large meat in one hand and slowly worked it up and down the dark shaft. Each time he squeezed his meat, the ancient penis throbbed angrily and swelled. Each time he stroked it up and down it grew that much longer. Dar was partially amazed at the reaction of the old mans penis, though she had seen her share of male organs, she had never seen one on a man so old as Pete. She never an aged cock respond the way his did, normally it took a lot of "hand-coaxing" to raise an old man's meat but not on Old Pete. The shaft was thick and meaty, it looked heavy and almost club-like in its appearance. It was long... Longer than what she thought it would be and the skin was jet black, much darker then the rest of his body. It was covered in ugly veins, some small, that spidered along the shaft, while others larger evil looking and more profound. With every stroke of the ancient monster, the shaft pulsated menacingly at the young girl's mouth. Old Pete squeezed hard and made the veins bulge, they rippled along the dark skin of the meaty club, as it gorged itself with blood. Each squeeze made his large, "slug-like" cock throb with an almost eerie life of its own.

At the top of this long, fat, black "shaft" sat a prominent, meaty, triangular shaped head. It was an bulbous and imposing piece of flesh... Much lighter than the shaft. It's texture was shiny and smooth, at the top of this triangular shaped "head" an opening jutted across the tip. From its dark maw a white slick, silky strand of pre-cum stretched from the "cock" head to the middle of the jet black shaft. A large black wrinkled sack of skin hung down from the base of his bombastic meat and enveloped Old Pete's large sperm sac. This hanging wrinkled flesh made the organ look older and malevolent, like some kind of harsh "elder" animal that had never been broken... Never denied, like the penis on some old stallion or black bull, that spent a life time of ravaging the tight, screaming, cunt lips of too-tight fertile openings... Forcing itself into too many bleating, feminine mouths. To Dar, Old Pete's cock looked ancient, glutinous and too damn experienced at giving pleasure... Or pain. Now the greedy, jet black creature throbbed as it yearned to be used again.

Partly disgusted at the sight, Dar sat and watched in stunned horror, her mind was cut off to everything around her, except for the long, black, menacing image in her face. Then the terrible words she next heard, snapped her back into sickening reality. "Cmon Dar... You know what to do..." Old Pete then began to pull the back her head towards his throbbing member. "WAIT PETE..." she uttered as the cock grew closer to her face... "WAAAIIITTTT..." She cried out as her face was almost upon it. "I-I can't d-do this... Please, oh please... don't make me do this!" Dar began to panic "I-I'll get sick... I'll throw up... Y-You don't understand... I can't .. I just can't..." Her "old man phobia" brought tears to her lovely eyes as Dar felt the bile leave her stomach and attempt to ooze up her esophagus. "I-I can't... I j-just can't..." She broke down as she sobbed. Pete chuckled and pulled her face closer, Dar eyes bulged "bug-eyed" and she turned her head at the last minute. She felt the touch of his cool, smooth cock head, as it press against her face, then she lost it. "OH GAWD NO...NO..." Dar screamed "DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THAT FUCKIN THING! DON'T... DON'T..." Never letting go of the steel grip on the back of her head, Old Pete picks up the pistol with his other hand and places the barrel to her forehead, he then tells the young girl "This is not a request bitch, this is a fuckin order... If you think I won't kill you dead, keep fuckin with me! Remember them kids of yours and how you don't want to leave them as orphans.

Now wrap your fuckin lips around this motherfucker and suck... And if I feel so much as one fucking tooth... I swear I'll blow your damn thieving fuckin head off your shoulders before you can chomp down!" Dar fearful of both her life and more her children's welfare, turned her head back toward the old man's cock. She squeezed her eyes closed and slightly opened her mouth as if a great weight was forcing against her jaws keeping them closed. She felt her head being pulled forward again and the acid in her stomach churned. With eyes closed, she felt the smooth, hard, bulbous head touch her soft lips and throb in wicked delight as Old Pete began to push it in...

This time unable to control her panic, she jerked her head back and clamped her jaw muscles shut, refusing to open her mouth. Old Pete pulled her head back and through closed eyes she could feel his cock push against her closed teeth. "I can't do this..." She thought to herself, as she sobbed through clamped lips and tried to beg Old Pete not to make her put his "thing" in her mouth. Next she heard the metallic click of the magnum's hammer as it was pulled back and it strained against it's mechanized lock. It sounded anxious to send a bullet into her skull. The cold, ugly, sound of Old Pete's pistol made her eyes pop open as her tears flowed freely down her face, Dar whined and begged for her life through clamped, closed lips, she hoped to touch the good part of him, the part she saw earlier. Old Pete however was not moved, with a hand full of her thick, jet black hair Old Pete jerked her head painfully backwards and put the gun to her mouth. "Open yer mouth bitch" He demand and with her mouth far away from his meat, Dar complied. Old Pete put the barrel of the gun into her mouth, she tasted the bitter metal flavor of the steel barrel as it traveled over her soft lips and rested on her tongue. In her mouth it was cold and heavy, each time she breathed in through her mouth the acrid flavor of spent gun-powder filled her oral cavity.

"Suck this gun or die bitch" with tears now burning her soft cheeks and still sobbing almost hysterically, Dar reluctantly closed her beautful full lips around the gun barrel and listened intently as Old Pete spoke. "Look here, you dumb young cunt... I aint fuckin playing with your stupid thieving ass." He spoke slowly and deliberately and as he spoke, Old Pete slowly slid the gun barrel into her mouth and then slowly pull it back, leaving a light sheen of her saliva on it's metal skin. "You've had many a cock, slide between those pretty lips of yours, just like the barrel of this gun, plenty of times from what I heard... Always with them young boys and from what I also heard, you've always stopped, just before they get ready to blow their loads in their mouths... "

"Now I don't give a shit about you not liking old men and their old pricks... I don't give a shit how creepped-ou I make you feel... I don't give a shit about you getting sick... Because bitch, if you throw up on my cock... You'll only gonna have to lick it clean. What I do give a shit about is you doing me like you do them young boys. So freak, suck this motherfucker, just like the you do them young boys... Or die, plain and simple. You gonna suck me hard and you better suck me good... And bitch, keep your fucken eyes open... I want you to watch, as this old man rapes that lovely mouth of yours... And as I said before... if you bite... You die, as simple as that... Now you understand me whore?"

Old Pete was sweating profusely now, excited and reveling in his sexual dominance over the young girl, caught up in the heat of a crazed, frenzy. His eyes bulged wide, his dark skin made him look more fearsome, then he already was and he repeatedly kept licking his lips. His meat grew erect as he watched Dar sexy, full lips perform fellatio on his Magnum. Dar had never been in the company of any man so insanely desperate and despotic, not willing to risk her life to see if Old Pete was bluffing, Dar hesitantly nodded in compliance and accepted her fate. "Good girl" Pete replied, "Good girl".

Pete removes the wet gun from her mouth and puts it to her head, with a hand full of her hair, he once again pulls her face toward his cock. His jet black dong hangs semi-erect over the edge of the bed and waiting for her services. Slightly pulsing, like some obscene, "fleshy" black snake and twitching like a dying sluggish animal, it still seemed a little too large for "Dar's taste" (Excuse the pun). Inches from her mouth, Old Pete passes the gun to his other hand and grabs his semi-limp member with the other. While still holding the back of her head and with his heart pounding in his ears, he pulls her closer... Dar winces and Old Pete moans lightly, she feels the head of his meat once again, press against her closed mouth. She steels herself at what she feels next as the degenerate old man now slowly rub his cock back and forth over her full lips. "Oooh yesss... yalla gal..." he moans "I love the feel of your soft lips.... This shit is gonna be gooood.."

This is what he has fantasized about all these months. Every time he's seen her in the street, he’d watch her mouth and dream about this moment. At the local drinking establishments, he would sit in the shadows and stare at her from the other side of the bar. His lust would burn in his heart as he watched her lovely mouth move... As it talked... Or smiled.. Or ate something... Whenever she laughed and her lovely mouth opened wide, his meat would strain and push against his pants as he sat wondering... How her lips would feel, lovingly caressing his manhood then he would sneer and get an evil look in his eye as his next thought wondered how far down her throat his meat could go before she choked...

His meat begins to stiffen again with this last thought and he squeezes it, he massages the bulbous head, slowly... Very slowly along the top of her mouth... Then his cock rubs lovingly along the bottom lip... Taking his time... Savoring the feel of her softness. Then his meat caresses her full mouth as her tears continue to flow unhalted, streaming down her face. She looks up at him with hurtful, begging eyes, once again she prays his humane side will stop his lust and he won't go all the way. She feels her lips slightly open as the smooth fleshy head kneads between them, Dar feels the cock-head lightly press against her teeth, moves across them and withdraws.... A wave of relief comforts her, "Maybe he won't do this.." She hopes. Old Pete studies the girls face and his cold heart does soften at the young girls misery... Then a wave of nausea quickly fills Dar, as the lust in Old Pete eyes, tells him to use his cock and smear a slimy trail of his pre-cum over her beautiful lips... Just to see what it would look like. "Dammnnn... you got a nice mouth Dar.... Now open it wide and let me in..." Dar slowly parts her lips and a desperate old man quickly pulls her head down on his meat.

She gags immediately as she feels her mouth rapidly fill with his throbbing volume. The fleshy head of his cock works as a battering ram and pushes forcefully into her face. It roughly glides into her mouth, between her teeth and she feels its steady pulsing beat as it slide over her soft tongue. Old Pete shivers and he lets out a grunted, blissful moan as his meat is immediately encompassed by the sudden warmth of the poor girls wet, comforting oral cavity. His cock now returns to it’s swollen hardness and Old Pete's big legs lightly tremble in sadistic pleasure.

He utters another moan... Old Pete is sexually pleased now, he sits in seventh-heaven as the young girl perform fellatio on his rigid, ancient cock. His excitement is so strong, that he is about ready to blow his load in her pretty face but regains his composure and pushes the need to cum from his head. He wants to enjoy this... Savor the feel of her warm, soft youthful lips wrapped around his hardness... Also he wants to savor the taste of her helplessness, as he humiliates this foul mouthed, stealing bitch. Old Pete will teach her what power is, who has the control... Dar sits helplessly on aching knees with her arms cuffed behind her back, feeling desolate and without hope with a mouth full of old man-meat pushing in and out her face. As she reluctantly, weakly sucks, a disgusted Dar realizes this what the old man planned the moment he invited her over to his house. With fear clutching at her heart it beats like a trip hammer. In her panic, she finds it hard to breath and fast, gasp of sweet air gush in and out of flared nostrils, she feels feint... About to hyperventilate but her terror dares not to.

Dar's flowing tears, her muffled sobs and the thickness of Old Pete's cock, makes her mouth fill with saliva and though she tries extremely hard not to, she taste the old man's body flavor as it fills her mouth with the strong bitter, salty taste of his pecker and pre-cum juices. As the large wet cock slides in and out of her face, she pushes the foul liquid to the edges of her mouth and allows the cock's slow, forceful, piston-like motion to push the foul mixture out and down the sides of her jaws. "Ugh... Omigod.." She thinks "He tastes like.. like, old man sweat!" Feeling disgust, Dar fights with all her will, an urge to throw up, she remembers Old Pete's threat and quickly tries to pull her head away. But the strong grip on the back of her head won't let her go, it just guides her head back and forth, slow and steady over the black shaft.

With a hand full, of her jet-black locks Old Pete watches her lips as he pulls her head up, niiice and slooow... The tight constricted draw of her full lips on his rigid manhood, brings a shudder to the old man and another deep, guttural moan. The groan comes from deep within hims chest, it sounds more like the grunting of a bull, than that of a man. His eyes roll up in his head and a drop of saliva hangs from the bottom of his big lip. As her mouth reaches the top of his cock and glides over the smooth head, the pleasure tickles all through his big body like an erotic feather, he lets out a deep maniacal giggle. He floats on the warm, moist, close feeling, of the young girls mouth and as Dar lips prepare for their downward slide, he holds her head in place on the top of his monster meat, and softly whispers... "Suck the head baby... Suck the head." Fearfully Dar complies, her full lips pull again and again on the smooth surface of the cock head.

Old Pete involuntarily hunches his shoulders and shivers in ecstasy. "OooOooo... Yeeaaah... Like that... Just like that... OoooOo.. Fuck-yeah.." His voice in whisper, this time more deeper... More of a grunt. After a while of having her lips knead, and massage the top of his meat, he slowly pushes her head back down his shaft. Feeling her lips rub down his cock like wet fingers, Dar gags as the black, spit covered shaft pushes back into her face, her mouth barely fits over the fat head, Jaw muscles and bone, shift and widen as her mouth unwillingly obliges the swollen intruder. It shoves pass her teeth, rides along her soft tongue and with only a little more than half of his cock in her mouth, she feels it hit the back of her throat as it throbs with a sexual life. Fully erect now and rock hard, her mouth feel the entire pressure of the throbbing mass, like some fat, wet, pulsing Slug, the meat shudders as it reaches it full size and soon her oral cavity is filled to its limit.

In the grips of sinful delight Old Pete smiles as he feels the Dar’s mouth accommodate his large size, he is a very big man with a very big dick and like all men, he too loves having his dick sucked. Very few women could open and adjust their mouths to "take" in his large, dark manhood. He would normally settle on having them suck and slobber on the head of his meat, as they used their hands to jerk him off. This time however, he was right in his assumptions that because Dar had such a reputation for "sucking a good dick" her mouth would be experienced enough to take all of him in. With a little more than half of his manhood in her mouth, next he wanted to see how much of him she could get in and take down her throat... He knew what he planned next would be torture and he giggled again, in perverse pleasure.

He was in heaven, this was every older man's fantasy... Having a young voluptuous girl, restrained and on her knees with her mouth full of his throbbing meat. With a steel-like grip, he had held onto her head and dark hair, he continued pulling her head slowly up.... and then pushing it slowly back down, soon his breathing became harsh and labored and his up and down movements began to speed up. Still holding the back of her head he put one of his large legs over her shoulder and deeply grunted in pleasure, as his hips began to rhythmic plunge back and forth into her mouth. Soon that wasn't enough, he wanted more, he placed the other leg over her other shoulder and wrapped his big legs around her head. He roared his approval of this new position as his hips smashed once into her face... Pulled back and then his hips thrust upward again... pulled back and thrust again...

Dar gagged as the old man now viciously raped her mouth, her head was held in a maniacal steel grip and pulled into his lap, her neck and shoulders restrained, by his strong legs. Both hands gripped her head and strong fingers held thick hair, Her head quickly jerked up and down as cock slid deep inside her mouth and then pulled back. Helplessly she sat, her head now moving in whirlwind speed. Hard, wet, black cock moved piston-like in and out of her mouth, each time banging hard against the back of her neck, attempting to go further... Further. Caught in an awkward, restraining position and in fear of her life, she shamefully tasted and swallowed the sticky, salty flavored pre-cum. Her aching mouth and her tongue burned, her jaw felt raw... She couldn't handle much more of this abuse. Dar realized, because of her harsh biting words, he was enjoying her pain... Enjoying her humiliation he would torture her mouth this way for as long as possible. Not having an orgasm, but shooting little blast of pre-cum into her mouth, making her drink it down as he banged the back of her throat until it was raw... She realized he was trying more and more to fuck down her throat, she also realized he could possibly do this all day unless she did what she dreaded doing the most and that was putting all her efforts into sucking his meat and finishing him off quickly... .

Each time her mouth slid down his harden pole, she expertly used her tongue to lick the underside of the shaft.. Each time Old Pete pulled her head up, her lips gripped the throbbing member and suck hard and strong, as her tongue caressed and licked its head. This type of treatment always made the young boys blow their wads quickly and she hoped it would work on Old Pete, if not she had one more trick... One she knew he wanted anyway but she was afraid of the end results. Old Pete moaned louder and louder caught up in sexual bliss. It had been some time since he had his manhood sucked so well, Dar could hear his deep voice, moan loud and more guttural... " OH FUCCK YESS... YESSSS... THATZ IT... THATZ IT..." Dar’s lips gripped the head of his cock and sucked, her tongue licked once more, it covered the cock-head with its wet mass and repeatedly massaged it with her tongue well-muscled softness... Old Pete lost it, " OMIFUCKINGAWD... OHH FUCKINSHIT.... DON'T STOP YELLA GAL... PLEASE DON'T FUCKINSTOP...." Though Dar was sickened to her stomach by her forced, oral rape, she always enjoyed her position of power she could maintain over men by orally-torturing their cocks. It made her feel somewhat in control... More powerful... She loved the sound of their loud moaning, the pleading as she worked her magic and she definitely loved when they begged her to stop and at the same time beg for more. Dar had never met a man she couldn’t master and then break in this manner. Old Pete would be no different.

As Old Pete's clammy hands pulled her head up once again, she clamped powerful, expert lips around the head of his tool, once again her tongue frantically worked it over, Old Pete's groan was loud, it came from deep in his chest, and sounded like a bull's grunt. His eyes squeezed shut and his head jerked back and forth, his legs twitched and sweat poured down his face. Dar's mouth went down the long, black shaft as her tongue licked the thick vein underneath and when it reached the back of her throat, instead of allowing her head to be pulled back up, Dar opened her throat as much as possible and pushed down...

This forced the throbbing mass into her throat, Old Pete gasped. Once inside her throat, experienced oral muscles repeatedly squeezed and pressed his organ, to him it felt like his meat was being swallowed down and brought back up, swallowed down and brought back up... Old Pete's body violently shuddered and his loud throaty groans turned to loud throaty shouts. "OHHSHIT,OHSHIT.... OHHH SHHHITT... OHHHSHIT... OOHH.. OHHH... OHHH.." Dar felt her head now being pulled in fast short jerks, Old Pete's cock begin to swell and twitch wildly, she realized what was next. She had done this too many times, not to know when a man is about to explode. though she loved giving head, she hated the salty flavor of man-seed squirting in her mouth nor could she stand the thick, throat clogging consistency of cum as it oozed down. So she would pull off the cock at the last minute, give the meat a few strong, quick jerks with her hand and let the sperm squirt free or immediately spit the foulness from her, if some got caught in her mouth. That always sickened her. She also dreaded what "old man" seed would taste like so she knew she would have to pull her mouth away, just as he reached his climax...

The young mouth didn't let up, Old Pete tried to regain some mental control but could not, her lovely mouth was too exacting, her throat too demanding, the lips and tongue sucked and licked the head as they reached the top of his meat and her throat, squeezed and massaged his cock on the down, realizing what the young girl was doing, Old Pete stop fighting and let go, if this is what she wanted then damn it he would give it to her. Feeling a sense of triumph, Dar knew that the old man could hold back no longer, she tried to pull her mouth off of his meat to watch it blow it's load but each time her head came up, just before she could spit the dark shaft from her mouth, her head was forced back down, Old Pete smiled wickedly and licked his lips, his rhythm picked up as his hips thrashed into her face. "I-izz this w-what you want y-yalla gal?" He stuttered in pleasure as his orgasm grew near...

Her mouth made loud gurgling noises as his cock went in and out of her throat with powerful thrust, Old Pete bit his lip... His body tensed up... His grip on her head turned to steel... His movements became short and jerky, his breath came in quick, raspy pants... Dar tried to pull free but the large, strong man held her head tight, he was caught in the throes of pure sexual madness. Suddenly, savagely, her head was pulled down and she gagged as his hard cock viciously push over her tongue and traveled to the back of her mouth and push down her throat.

She felt the muscles in the old man's body tighten... Jerk... Freeze... Jerk again.. Stiffen... Then his body violently shuddered... His mouth opened wide and he emits out a loud, bestial roar. His large arms now wrapped around her head, like a drowning man clutching a life preserver... His body jerks and bounces... His eyes roll up in his head, his guttural scream suddenly cuts short, as his mouth closes and his jaws and eyes lock shut... He feels the boiling, painful pressure in his testicles. It builds... And builds... AND BUILDS... then the hot substance in his testicles explodes out....

Hot, thick, cum-seed burst volcano like, from his twitching ball-sac and travel up his urethra. Intense... Orgasmic pleasure, sends electric forks of madness, through out his old frame. He groans painfully... Pleasurably.... through gritted, grinding his teeth... Beads of sweat are flung from his face a he shakes his head from side to side and drinks in the wicked pleasure. His shuddering legs swiftly fly from Dar's shoulders as his quaking body almost stands him to his feet. With eyes squeezed shut, his large black body convulses, each time he feels his ball sac pulse and then squeeze more hot "Jism" up through his ancient urethra.

At the moment of Old Pete's monstrous climax Dar on the other hand felt his throes of passion from another point of view. She felt his cock suddenly swell larger in her throat and every instinct told her to pull away, caught by two strong arms, the poor girl is restrained, until her worst nightmare comes to pass. First Old Pete's cock rapidly starts to twitch and pulsating wildly, Then her throat and then her mouth, is suddenly filled with a blast of thick, ancient, "Jism" as his balls explodes and belches out its first rich load of cum. The young girl gags, chokes as the next hard pulsating twitch arrives and instantly another hot explosion splashes into her mouth, then another twitch and more salty seed, with each jerking squeeze of Old Pete’s nut sac, his cock pumps a jet-stream of thick man-seed into her mouth. Never letting her head go for one second he stutters his next command... "D-drink m-me bitch.." He growls low and deep. "D-drink me down." To keep from choking on his rich, virile cum-juice she regretfully obeys and swallows. The dense, milky liquid, slowly oozes down and is pushed into her stomach by the automatic response muscles of her esophagus. She feels another cock-pulse not as strong, not as intense and the remaining wet seed splatters into her mouth. The last of his body juices fills her mouth, fills her belly and drips from her lips. Finally she feels his body go limp as his grip relaxes, she then knew he was done.

Dar winced and swallowed hard as she felt the last remaining bits of his man-seed clog in her throat. Her belly boiled and angrily protested, as the final slimy ooze, dripped into her stomach. Dar’s stomach rebels against her will and then it nauseates, her mouth opens and a sick look, fills her face. Dar feels the contents in her stomach churning, churning... About to come up, until she hears another deep, guttural order telling her. "D-don't s-spit... B-bitch" Old Pete weakly stuttered "Don't spit or t-throw up" he warned. His body shivered as the nerves went through their final passionate spark of his terribly sweet orgasm. "D-drink it a-all b-bitch... every fuckin d-drop.." Fearful, yet disgusted at this man's sick, sadistic pleasures, a broken Dar complies, and holds her stomach in place. Her mouth sucks the last drops from his quivering cock and swallows. The sucking sensation makes him quiver and lovingly moan. He hold her close to him as her expert mouth finishes him off.

Reluctantly, he pulls he cock from her mouth and sits for awhile, rocking back and forth and running his hands through her thick hair. Never had he enjoyed such an intense orgasm and he has had his cock sucked by the best... Now this young girl, coughing and panting with her head resting against his thigh, was the best and despite himself, he feels his heart warm itself at her touch. His body still explodes with little burst of sensation, the more physical contact he made with her body, the better he felt. As his fingers ran through her thick mane, he cuddled her head and held it close, he didn't want the feeling to stop, but his heart turned cold again as he remembered her biting words. It wasn't over, he pushed her head back and she fell coughing and spitting to the floor. No it wasn't over, there were other things he had to finish... There were still two more fantasies he wanted to explore with her curvy body and one of them he has hungered for, deep in his decadent heart for some time...