Against her will, Sue looked.
"Just like a popsicle," Stan said softly. "Just like a real, live popsicle."
Understanding instantly, Sue squeezed her lips shut and shook her head.
"Just like a yummy delicious popsicle," Stan repeated. "Think how it'll taste. Think how it'll be to have it, all hot and alive and juicy in that pretty mouth of yours." His excitement was roaring higher and higher as he described what he was going to make her do.
"No!" Sue bit the denial out sharply. She was afraid to leave her mouth open, afraid of what would be thrust into it.
Still holding his prick in his right hand, Stan stroked his left thumb down Sue's cheek, under the line of her jaw. "You're going to suck my cock, Mrs. Anderson," he informed her softly.
"No!" She chopped the single syllable off sharply.
"Down on your knees, Mrs. Anderson," Stan insisted, taking a fistful of her damp red hair.
Sue shook her head, blinking back tears of pain and misery.
"On your knees!" Stan ordered more sharply, twisting the handful of her hair painfully. "Or would you rather be tarred and feathered by the bitches?"
Slowly, Sue sank to her knees in front of the head of his cock. He kept it pointed straight at her face. Her mouth was suddenly flooded with saliva as she thought about what she was going to be forced to do. The prick she was going to suck was drooling its own foul hunger, too. A clear drop of lubricant slid down from the slit.
Stan used his grip on Sue's hair to pull her head toward his groin. He aimed his cock at her mouth, and his guts knotted with anticipation. He had this woman totally at his mercy, and she was going to suck his cock until his balls were empty. And, from the look on her face, she was going to enjoy it, though he doubted that she would admit it.
"Suck it," he ordered softly.
The hot knob seared Sue's lips.
"Suck it!" Stan said more sharply.
Sue opened her lips, felt the head of the lifeguard's cock enter her mouth, and closed her lips around the heavy, hot cylinder of male meat. Her tongue automatically curled around the rounded cone of his glans and her nose was filled with the stench of his secretions. Her mouth was flooded with the metallic saltiness of his lubricant. Her stomach knotted in rebellion, while her cunt contracted and wept with desire for what her other end was getting. Sue's breasts brushed Stan's hairy legs, making her nipples burn with passion.
Stan felt a hot tremor roar the length of his prick at the first touch of Sue's tongue. He stared down hungrily at the redhead as she took his cock between her dainty lips, bathed it with her velvet tongue. He wished he could see more of her face as she sucked his cock, so he could see that white tower of gristle driving into her high-class mouth. From the looks of her tits, the way they were jutting out eagerly, she was really enjoying this.
Sue was enjoying it, but she would never admit it to this foul animal. She and Jerry, when first married, had been very conventional and conservative in their lovemaking. But later they had begun experimenting. This was one of the things they had tried. But, for some reason, he had never let her finish him off this way. Always it had been only a prelude to fucking, and not an end in itself.
Sue knew that this time, with Stan, that was not going to be the case. She was quite certain he was determined to unload his cum right into her mouth. That was why her stomach was rebelling. If Jerry had asked her, she would probably have done it willingly, out of love for him. It would have been of her own free choice. But the bastard that was forcing her to suck his cock would give her no choice.
"Take more of it," Stan ordered, pulling her head forward, forcing another inch and a half of his prick into her mouth. "More of it, dammit!"
So Sue took more of it, and cursed the searing lust that was blazing in her guts. She tried to tell herself that she was hating this vile, disgusting act. But her primitive animal lust would not be denied. While her mind was rebelling against the act; her body was relishing it, loving it, boiling over from the act. She could feel that her crotch was wet, flowing with juices, pouring them into the thick red patch of her bush. She was kneeling with her naked thighs pressed tight together, and they were squirming, stimulating the silken flesh sensuously. With her free hand, she dug into the upper end of her slit, seeking the bud of her clitoris. Finally she had to part her thighs, slightly so she could reach her goal, and she knew that Stan knew what she was doing, could see her masturbating.
Sue wanted to cry, but she was so aroused she couldn't. Only her pussy was weeping, arid that was from excitement, not misery. She drove her head forward, taking Stan's cock further and further into her mouth. She felt the rubbery head bump against her soft palate and press down on the base of her tongue like an obscene tongue depressor. Her breath burned in her nose as she fought for air. Her mouth watered heavily because of the bulk in it, like, it was savoring a fine cut of steak, instead of live cock in a perverted act.
Stan loved the feel of her mouth around his prick. He had always liked having his cock sucked. Carl like to stuff pussy with his prick. That was his bag. But Stan preferred the feel of a velvety tongue against the underside of his prick. He liked to have pretty lips wrapped around his shaft. It was a real pleasure to teach the young girls around the pool how to really satisfy a man. And it was pure joy to humiliate these over privileged broads by getting them down on their knees in front of him.
When Carl had told him about Sue Anderson, Stan's cock had jumped like a hungry fish leaping for a fly. Carl's description of the full bodied redhead had left nothing to the imagination. And it had given Stan the single clue he had needed to gain her not-so-willing cooperation. Stan had known right away what he was going to get from this red-haired bitch. Like Carl, Stan had watched and watched, mentally stripping the suit off Sue again and again. Well, here she was, naked as the day she was born, on her knees in front of him, taking his prick in her hungry mouth.
"Suck it," Stan whispered softly, even though there was no longer any need to give Sue orders or instructions. He guided her head back and forth, back and forth, in a steady fucking motion. His hips moved in opposition, thrusting his prick deep into her sucking mouth, then withdrawing it almost all the way but not quite, then thrusting it back in until it hit the back of her throat.
She was burning up as she took his cock in her mouth. Her entire lush body was knotted and writhing as she sucked and sucked on the tower of gristle between her jaws. The head poked and jabbed the back of her throat with every thrust of Stan's hip. Then the hot meat would slide out from between her lips until they slipped into the groove just behind the bulb of his cock. The pip of Stan's fingers in her long red hair was painful, but only added to her excitement, since it made her feel she was being forced. She had never been forced to have any kind of sex, until Carl had ravished her in the shower a week before. Now she was being forced to commit thin degrading act, and the fact that she was being forced seemed to increase her disgusting, perverted excitement.
She wanted more. She wanted over and more of that hot cock in her. She rammed her heed down on it. She slammed it down her throat, ignoring the gagging this triggered. Tears streaked her cheeks, but they weren't real tears of misery, they were tears of lust and pension. Her chin slick and cold with spitting, she pumped and pumped her mouth on his cock. She swallowed wave after wave of saliva. She reached up and fondled Stan's heavy balls and felt them draw up tight against his body. She felt his muscles contract, and redoubled her efforts.
Then, as his hips hammered forward one more time, harder than ever, terror struck her. God, what was she doing? What was about to happen?