Again the relatively inexperienced young girl was gripped by confusion, unable to even imagine what her adulterous lover had in mind. But her slight resistance was to no avail and before she could figure out what was happening she found her face pressed against the lower part of the man's powerfully muscled ribcage, and suddenly shoving right up against the underside of one of her flawlessly rounded young breasts she felt the massive blunt tip of his now almost fully hardened cock. Then he lay his hand straight across the back of her neck, pushing her face even lower down toward his naked loins.
"Bailey?" Cathy gasped in sheer exasperation as she found the, purplish eye-tipped head of his fully hard cock looming straight up toward her face. "W-what…?"
"Suck it."
Suddenly the helpless blonde was mortified as through her mind flashed a luridly vivid vision of Bailey forcing his wife to take his, cock all its enormously fearful length into his mouth the other night. Of course, it was so simple! She should have known that was what he was thinking about when he'd first put his thumb into her mouth, and in a sudden desperate motion she freed her head from the pressure of his hand and twisted the upper half of her body around to stare up pleadingly at his leering face.
"Please, Bailey," she whimpered in spite of all her previous vows that tonight she was going to give herself up freely and without restraint. "Please, I don't want to do that."
"Jesus," Bailey said, staring at her in awe. "Don't tell me you've never sucked a cock?"
"Noooooo, I've never…"
"And I bet before this afternoon you'd never had your pussy eaten either?"
"Of course not!"
He shook his head. "Then this is long overdue."
Before Cathy could even offer another protest he reached toward her, with both hands, seizing the long blonde locks of her hair and turning her back toward his naked hairy loins, and with a violent jerk he buried her face straight down into his crotch.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Oh please," Cathy wailed as she felt the hot, slightly moist flesh of the enormous stiff cock brush against her cheeks. She closed her mouth tightly shut as Bailey turned her head slightly so the blunt-end of it pressed hard right against her tightly clamped lips, smearing them with the tangy seminal fluid that had seeped from the tip.
"Open up," he growled, pushing her face even lower so the pressure of the bulging cockhead shoving her lips against her gritted teeth was almost more than she could stand.
"Nooo," Cathy again wailed in protest. But that momentary parting of her lips gave Bailey the chance he'd been waiting for and before she could escape the bulbously throbbing head of his cock surged right up between her lips and teeth, stifling farther objection.
"Wider," he commanded tersely, again pushing down on the back of her neck so she was forced to take his rock-hard rod of flesh even deeper in the warm oral cavity of her mouth. It plunged swiftly between her teeth, sliding down her tongue to embed itself far in the back of her throat, and Cathy could do nothing but gulp in muffled protest, almost gagging from the pressure against the back of her throat. She fought instinctively against the stifling effect, closing her jaws tightly around the bloated hard pole, clamping her teeth down as the ruthless pressure continued. She licked and squirmed her tongue defensively around in her mouth, managing to jerk her head back slightly. And all her efforts at defense seemed only to increase the sensation her cruel aggressor derived from his brutal rape of her tender young mouth. Gradually and relentlessly, his massive cock was growing even larger, extending deeper and deeper toward the very depths of her throat.
Yet she had taken it. She had taken it almost to the hilt, as deeply as Sylvia had the night before when she'd watched them in the den, and though the momentary physical discomfort, and a lingering prudish instinct caused her to rebel psychologically, it wasn't really as terrible as she might have dreamed. She found, after a moment, that she was becoming almost accustomed to the strange presence in her mouth, and the suggestion the cruel invasion provoked in her mind was causing her lower body to respond in a way she would have never dreamed possible. She could feel her cunt dilate and moisten, her whole naked flesh was tingling with erotic excitement, and there was a current of masochistic want coursing through her loins and breasts and belly that defied all decency and logic.
For a moment longer Bailey kept up the pressure of his hand on the back of her neck, his other hand now stroking lightly down her back in gentle teasing contrast to his aggressive rape of her mouth. Then the pressure slackened slightly, and the other hand dropped down between the nakedly clenched cheeks of her ass, brushing with wildly stimulating effect right over the cringing little hole of her anus before finding exciting contact on the pulsing slit of her cunt from between the backs of her open thighs.
"Now suck," he said almost softly. "Work your head up and down and try to create a little wetness and friction.
Cathy tried to speak, and nothing came from her mouth but a muffled moan. Then another contradictory shudder of pleasure went darting through her body as Bailey's middle finger popped suddenly up into the entrance of her moistly burning cunt and, resigned to her task, she cautiously applied a gentle sucking pressure to the tip of the invading cock still wedged far up into her mouth. As she did so, Bailey shoved his hips up from the bed to thrust it even deeper, then drew his long thick cock slowly downward, pulling his heavily rounded head back up the length of her tongue and almost to her teeth. Again he thrust inward, at the same time worming his finger deeper into the warmly clinging inner flesh of her loins, and again he quickly withdrew, now pulling it all the way out so it slipped completely from her teeth. And as he sank his hips down in the bed Cathy dropped her face lower, following like a donkey after a carrot, reaching down with her hand to seize the pulsing pole of hard flesh and aim it again up toward her lips.
"That's right," Bailey said approvingly. "Now, use your tongue."
Though Cathy wasn't exactly sure what he meant for her to do, she was more than willing to try to please him if he would just continue rewarding her by playing with her cunt, and she flicked her tongue hesitantly from her mouth, searching over the saliva-moistened head until she found the slitted little hole at the tip and lapped up another tasty little droplet that had issued from the tiny opening. And at the teasing contact the surging instrument seemed to extend even longer, flexing and throbbing in the tight grasp of her hand like a powerful weapon. Then, her body shuddering as Bailey began a slow fucking rhythm of his finger in her cunt, she parted and ovaled her lips, slipping them glove-like back over the head of his cock and again sucking it warmly into her mouth.
Letting go of her inhibitions completely, she worked her tongue swiftly up and down its pulsing length and over the blood-swollen head, wetting and slickening it with her freely flowing moisture, lashing her tongue in velvety submission over the palpitating tip, savoring her naughty experimentation as Bailey once more arched his buttocks up from the bed, pushing the bludgeoning cock again all the way to the hilt. And this time she didn't resist. She accepted it hungrily, relishing even the choking sensation in her throat in her determination to do whatever she had to do to please him and repay him for the way he was pleasing her.
And all the while his finger was still working swiftly in and out of the greedily clasping lips of her cunt, his thumb teasing and prodding at the tightly-clenched hole of her anus, moistening and slickening the cringing little aperture with the vaginal fluids that now flowed freely from her loins. Her sucking of his cock was becoming steadily more fervent and submissive, her efforts driving him to a rhythmic undulation of hips, surging the lust-swollen hardness of his cock repeatedly in and out between her tinseled lips.