Cheryl stared up at him, her tear-dimmed eyes locking onto the pulsating shaft of his cock, seeing it massive and hard, and she knew that if she didn't do something — and soon — to avoid it, he was going to shove that horrible thing into her unwanting vagina… and do it to her. Do it was the nearest she could come to say, or even think, of the act of copulation. To be sure, Frank, her husband, always used those words, but she had a knack for screening them out, ignoring them, as she had just now with Gene Barber.
Then he was crawling up onto the bed. Cheryl was still lying crosswise on the bed, and as he came to her, he growled, "Come on, Cheryl, baby, get straight in the bed!"
She didn't move. He moved her himself, hauling her bodily into position. Then he was over her, his mouth finding hers and plastering itself wetly to her lips, as his tongue darted out to probe between them. She was holding her lips tightly together, her teeth clenched, and after a moment, he gave it up, grating down at her, "Well, hell… kisses are a waste of time anyway!"
"You're wasting all your time!" she hissed up at him angrily. "I'm not going to let you do anything to me!"
In the back of her mind an idea began to form. She turned it around and around, considering it for a moment. It's a way, at least of keeping him from going all the way with me! She decided in favor of it, on the instant, congratulating herself for her cleverness.
Now, the pudgy lawyer was slithering downward, his greedy hands going out to her breasts, his mouth following to capture a hardening nipple to suck. He cupped and massaged her breasts caressingly, finding them small but firm, yet softly pliant in his hands. As he nibbled on her pink, berry-like pop, feeling it elongate and harden between his lips, he was pleasantly surprised to feel Frank's wife's hand go down between them to the pulsating shaft of his rock-hard cock. Damn! He grinned to himself, pleased that she seemed to be changing her mind. That just proves the point! You can never believe what a woman tells you!
Cheryl found the warm, hard and throbbing rod of maleness, discovering that her fingers couldn't encircle it. It's huge! Tantalizingly, she moved her fingers around the head of it, spreading the lubricating fluid oozing from its slitted tip all around the corona making it slippery. As she did it, she felt its involuntary lurch and knew that she had given him an erotically stimulating set of sensations. Encouraged, she began to move her tiny, white hand up and down its turgid length with slow and deliberate movements. Now… if I can only keep it up long enough…
Now, one of his free hands slid down across the flat plane of her belly and moved straight to the softly curling cushion of her pubic hair. She clamped her thighs tightly together and hoped that he wouldn't be able to find her clitoris right away.
It was a desperate game she played, in which she had decided that her best defense was an active offense. Below, Gene's hand rubbed at her genital mound caressingly for a moment before he used a finger to slide down between the fleshy lips of her cuntal slit in search of her clitoris. Deftly, Cheryl squirmed her hips around to thwart him, while at the same, time, her own hand began stimulating the length of his cock even more, sliding boldly up and down its hard, throbbing length with ever more urgency. She felt it jerk crazily in her hand, felt its further expansion and thought jubilantly: God! I might be able to do it!
Suddenly, Gene realized what she was doing. Why the little bitch! He raised his head and looked down at her with baleful eyes, even as his hips were flexing involuntarily in tempo with her now insanely pumping hand up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Goddamn you!" he choked. "You're trying to jerk me off, aren't you?"
He reached down to stop her… make her take her hand from his expanding cock, but she held it tightly, resisting his efforts to stay her stimulating hand. "Stop! Damn it! Stop!" he cried.
"No! I won't stop… not until it shoots off!" She was desperate.
"You little bitch! You think you're pretty damned smart don't you? Well, I'll teach you a lesson!" His hand shot out, and came down hard in an open slap across her face.
"OOOOooooh!" she moaned.
It was over for her, at that instant. Her offense had crumbled into nothing, as she put a hand to her face and stared up at him, trembling again with sudden fear. Her other hand relaxed from around his hardened cock, and he was moving, pulling away from her and getting up to his knees.
He was angry and upset. "Damnit! I hated to do that to you, but you're not going to make a fool out of me!" he roared as he flung a knee over her chest and straddled her. "Now, you can suck it! Suck my cock… all the way!"
"Oh, God! No! Don't make me do… that!" Cheryl sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks now in a flood.
But, there it was only an inch from her mouth. She was repulsed with the very idea of it. Ugh! I can't do it! Before she could protest further, he had gripped her lower jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks to force it open.
Against her will, her mouth flew open, and Gene leaned forward. His warm, smooth and rubbery cock-head slid in between her lips, and he was warning her, "Just suck it, Cheryl! If you try to bite my cock, by God, I'll knock your head off!"
She gagged, but he kept her head straight, holding it with both hands now, as he bored into her, shoving almost half the hardened length of his aching cock into her mouth. Chagrined at not having been able to carry through her diversion, her attempt to stimulate him with her hand to the point of ejaculation, and disgust with the act Gene was now forcing her to perform, twisted in Cheryl's mind like a double-edged blade. All during the seven years of her marriage to Frank she had steadfastly refused him that. Now that the tables were turned on her, and she fought against the nausea which churned in her belly, Cheryl wondered if this were not worse than the alternative of being raped the regular way. Ugh! That's what he'd be doing anyway, only he's using my mouth!
There was no escaping it now. She had to do it! The boiling rage in him, she sensed, could explode into real violence, more than just the slap on the cheek. It still stung, and she knew that her face showed the reddened imprint of his hand. Desperately, she hoped that no bruise would show.
Tentatively, experimentally, Cheryl hollowed her cheeks and exerted a suction on the strange presence filling her mouth.
"That's it!" His attitude was softening now. "And, use your tongue, too."
She tried it and heard his gasp of pleasure. Somehow, then, she knew that she would be able to do it, as she swirled her tongue around and around the throbbing, satin-smooth head of his cock. There was something else happening to her, too. Her throat was relaxing, and she was absorbing more and more of his thick, turgid length into her mouth and part way down her throat.
But, beyond that, the knowledge that she was giving him exquisite pleasure seemed to blunt the lewdness of it, for she felt the burning flame of her own arousal all the more. Her breasts tingled, still, from his kissing, sucking caresses, and below, between the fleshy lips of her cunt, she felt the moisture that bedewed the petals of her inner lips. Suddenly, she wondered: How would it feel… if someone were doing the same thing… to me? She had heard about it, of course. Frank's always been wanting to do it to me! Then she remembered:… and, that's what women do to each other! That's what Charlotte wanted to do to me! God! Would I have let her? The memory of how she had responded to the other woman… and how she had fled in panic, fearful of that reaction, afraid that she might be tempted, caromed around inside her skull.
Now, she was accepting almost all of Gene's lust-hardened male-flesh into her mouth. She kept her lips pressed tightly around its massive girth, trying to keep up a steady sucking pressure, while he rocked above her and drove his expanding cock in and out of her mouth, using it as a substitute vagina. Her mind whirled with another idea, new and pristine to her. That's it! He's using my mouth like another vagina, but there's no possibility of my getting pregnant! With this revelation, all fear and repugnance began to melt away from her, as she examined this new idea. She wasn't ready to accept it totally, as yet, but the pervading fear of another unwanted pregnancy was suddenly more remote.