He began to undress, and as he did so he realized there was at least one element of truth in what he'd told her. She was indeed the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life, and the fact that she was bound and helpless had nothing to do with that judgment. Without her glasses and with her hair combed out, without her clothes and all opened out as she was, Laura looked like the embodiment of every sexual fantasy he'd had in prison, all rolled up into one.
"I'll pay you if you stop now," she said, eyes wide with fear, and pulling hard at her ropes. "I'll even help you get away. Why pick on me? There are so many other women."
"Because I love you," he said, and went around to the foot of the bed and climbed up between her widespread legs.
She closed her eyes and lay still. She'd have to go along with it, for there was no reasoning with him. It might not be as bad as the first time, for the sadistic sex fiend had already torn her hymen, but on the other hand it might be worse, for now her vulva felt dry while in her previous state of drunkenness it had been wet and lubricated. But no matter how much it hurt, she wouldn't move; she wouldn't feed his sadist's urge to see her suffer. But at his first contact with her vulva, her eyes flew open and her head cranked up so she could see the top of his head and his broad brown shoulders between her legs.
"What are you doing!"
"Eating the most beautiful cunt in the world," he replied, and resumed using his tongue there.
"Pervert," she said, and fell back.
It might be difficult to remain impassive to this. Laura knew that the practice of cunnilingus, degenerate though it was, represented the most luxurious form of love-making. She took a look in the mirror and saw there was nothing visually appealing about a man crouched subserviently between her legs, snuffling and lapping about in her soiled crotch. It did feel nice, but like most things about sex, what she'd heard and imagined were exaggerations. Actually, it didn't even feel as good as when she was masturbating. He didn't know the exact location of her most sensitive parts, and the pressure of his tongue wasn't hard enough.
She knew it wouldn't make her have an orgasm, and that was a great relief, for the thought of herself panting and squirming in ecstasy on that dirty bed was detestable to her. She was confident she'd be able to stand it unflinching, even when he sucked on her sensitive tissues with his lips and simultaneously tickled them with his tongue. She could stand anything for a little while, and even a sex maniac like him couldn't stand the smell and taste of her for very long.
To pass the time, to distract herself, she mentally dictated a letter of accusation against him. But when he got his hands under her and squeezed her buttocks and elbowed her legs farther apart so that he could probe with his tongue directly in her vagina, she could no longer concentrate on it.
"That's disgusting," she said. "Do you know that?"
He just shook his head and tongued her more deeply. It was incredible! He actually liked it! She couldn't really believe it, but if it was true, he might go on for much longer than she was ready to put up with. Perhaps if she peed in his face it would discourage him. But no, that was too bad to even think about doing. He'd give it up in a few more moments and rape her again. Until then, she'd just have to stand it. And, looking on the bright side, it was serving the purpose of getting her a little lubricated, the better to endure the torture that would follow.
Don't think about that, either. Relax and go with it, for she couldn't fight back. Her body was tired from her long, vain struggle with the ropes, and it felt luxuriously good to allow it to go limp. Her buttocks softened in his hands and the strain went out of her back, and even the flesh between her legs seemed to melt.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Relax and enjoy it."
"You're mistaken," she said, and forced a yawn. "I'm going to sleep."
"Pleasant dreams," he said, and drawing back her clitoral sheath with his thumbs, stabbed her most sensitive spot with his tongue.
Her gasp and the slight arching of her body came too quickly for her to stop them, for the suddenness of the pleasure had been as unexpected as its intensity. It still tingled through her. She could feel it up inside her bowels. And he, the unrelenting pervert, was doing his best to add to it.
Having found her weak spot, he concentrated on it with his encircling, sucking lips and used his tongue with great expertise to further add to her torment. Used in conjunction with the suction, the caresses of his tongue were now more than hard enough to equal the delights she delivered to herself with her fingers. It had been a mistake to relax before. Now, although she could strain against the ropes again and bite her lip to keep from moaning and panting, she couldn't tense up her vulva and reject the good feelings-better and better now-that were creeping inside her. If he kept it up much longer, she'd turn into one big receptacle of ecstasy, and that would never do. She had to fight him, but the battle was becoming so hard.
"I hope that… tastes good," she said.
"Like sweet cream," he replied, and she knew her sarcasm has been lost on him.
And she knew, too, that she was lost, for when he ran his tongue down through her melting slit, every place it touched was just as sensitive as her clitoris. It was inevitable that it happen and she'd been foolish to try to fight it, for as dirty as the practice of oral sex was, it was incredibly sweet to feel. She even knew why it was evil then. If every woman was attended to like this, she'd become a hopeless sex addict, with nothing else in the world on her mind.
***She'd passed the point of normal orgasming and was moaning and thrashing uncontrollably on the bed. Her left hand had slipped free of its bonds and she was clutching at his hair with it. She was reacting to sex far more than when he'd been fucking her, and now her reaction was continual instead of in brief but intriguing spurts. Her cunt was fairly gushing its cream and now it was all soft and extremely warm, with its tissues and organs all swollen and inflamed. It was luscious to lick and delightful to bury his nose in, and the sight of her heaving body, seen through the mat of her dark pubic hair was an inspiring one. Perry's prick had been up for a very long time and he longed to get it inside that very ripe and ready cunt and feel his hard loins grinding against her soft wetness, but still he had to prolong this foreplay and think of his entire future rather than his immediate gratification.
But there was a good deal of immediate gratification in the way she tried to get him to go on when he lifted his head. She clawed at his hair and thrust upward with her hips, but he resisted easily and smiled as he gazed at her cunt, inviolate a few hours before, and now lasciviously red and open, and seething with its need for him.
"Had enough or do you want me to lick it a little more?"
"Oh, you bastard. You bastard!"
"Tsk tsk. Is that any way for a nice girl to talk?"
It was a pleasure to see her working so hard at pulling herself together, and then watch her dissolve into willing submission at the touch of his fingers in her cunt or the placement of another kiss there. He'd never eaten a chick for that long and he couldn't recall having seen one so hot, but perhaps her appearance of great sexual excitement was due in part to her perpetual cool appearance in the past, that and her great natural beauty. He felt very powerful now in being able to make her dance like a puppet at his touch.
"When little Miss Tightass gets goin', she really gets it on;" he said. "Look at yourself in the mirror."
****For a moment it looked like someone else on the bed. That gross-featured woman, thrashing on the tangled bedclothes looked like a schizophrenic alter ego, burst forth with overwhelming power after too long in captivity. The wanton, lustful sight sobered her, but only for a moment, for then he was back at her and she was watching in stunned disbelief as he attacked her breasts with his mouth and they were almost as sensitive as her leaking, itching vulva, where his fingers now easily performed the sweet tasks of his tongue. His penis was against her leg, long and hot, but by encircling his neck with her arm and jamming her nipple harder against his teeth she could forget about that. The ugliness of him, the shabbiness of the room, the whole world dissolved in her giddy bliss as she lost herself in orgasmic ecstasy that would have no end.