"Make him think you adore his prick," Doc demanded. "Swallow it all! Nibble your lips down to his wispy white cock-hair.”
Rita squirmed, but circled her lips and did as she was told. She almost gagged when his twisted cock entered and deformed her sleek throat.
"Suck like the greedy bitch you've always been," Doc's voice hissed in her ear.
The old man's sweaty cock smelled and tasted like something just dragged out of the sewer. Rita's guts wrenched and she expected to puke. The frenzied writhing of her tight throat felt like wild passion to him.
He snarled his rough hands in her tawny hair and yanked her to meet a twisting cock thrust.
His bony groin battered her puffed lips. Her shimmering hair flew into tangled waves, jounced by his jarring cock thrusts.
"I love fucking your pretty face," he said with a wicked cackle of laughter much like the one rattled out of the speaker implanted in her ear.
Rita swayed unsteadily, sick with disgust and dizzied by the old man's hammering cock thrusts. Her clinging throat wrenched when he fucked his cock in.
"Haaagggh!" the old man roared, delighted by her agony.
His cock pulsed and heaved a sticky charge of stale jism, thick as glue. The spunk stuck deep in her throat, slick and putrid like snot. Then he yanked her head back and fired another rank blast into her mouth.
She wanted to wretch out the awful taste, but he whipped her swaying head back and forth and kept pumping in more. Though an old man, he'd worked hard all his life and had more stamina than most.
"Suck my cum, you bitch! Swill it down! Taste the bitter heat of an old man's liquid fire!”
Rita's fluttering eyes flooded with tears as the rank taste of slick cum rose to fill her throat and slather her tongue. Her cheeks puffed and the silvery slime slipped from the corners of her mouth.
Pearlescent drops fell on her lush tits. Spunk ran down to wet her nipples with sticky heat. The old man gave a grunt and dropped his rough hands to fondle her tits. He twirled and pinched her cum-glazed nipple tips, not letting her pull away from his gushing cock.
The stimulation of his whirling thumbs gorged her nipples. Her pussy squirmed into wringing spasms of unwanted desire. His obscene caresses and the thudding beat of his hard-driving cock were bringing her toward a climax, like it or not.
Her tortured voice rasped wetly every time he yanked her head back, then he pulled her forward and made her swallow his twisted cock again.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He dove and twisted and twirled her nipples until she sucked him dry. "Now tell Doc how delighted I am that he let me have you first.” "You-you know him?" Rita was still dizzy and weak.
"Know him? I raised him. The man you robbed and sent to prison on trumped-up charges is my son!”
Doc heard Rita moan. He laughed and said, "Dad has been keeping track of you for me all these years, tending your garden and gathering information for my revenge. The first day on the job, he bugged every room in your fine big house with miniature transmitters. I had a very small, specially tuned receiver hidden in my cell. I listened to you gloat and live the good life, pampering your two pretty daughters with money from a business that was stolen from me!” "Oooh, God!" she cried. "The girls are innocent. Leave them out of this. Please, I beg you!”
Doc laughed in cruel contempt. "They aren't entirely innocent. The things I've heard will amaze you.” "What?" she demanded. Rita's beautiful young daughters were the light of her life.
"We'll get to them later. Right now, my father is anxious to fuck the proud bitch whose merciless greed shattered the lives of his grandchildren.”
White-haired old Dad Watson flashed a twisted grin down at the strickened beauty who swayed on her knees before him.
"On your back, bitch," he said sharply. "Spread those long and shapely legs. My whole family has been fucked… now we're fucking back!”
Rita slumped with a sick moan. She vaguely remembered that Doc Watson had had two small children at the time he had went to prison protesting his innocence. She knew they must be in their twenties by now.
Sprawled on her back with legs spread, she clamped her eyes shut and still saw a lingering image of a little blonde boy and girl, both sobbing as their father was led away.
Their grandfather's hot breath rasped in one ear. Doc's spiteful electronic laughter crackled in the other-a distorted stereo effect that made Rita think her skull might explode.
Dad Watson bowed his head to suck, gum and tongue-lash her cum-glazed nipples. The ruby tips of her lush tits still tingled with quivering shocks.
Her whole lithe body trembled, knowing the necklace might tighten at any moment and choke her breath away. The old man nibbled one bulging nipple and then the other, swaying his head back and forth. Then he dragged his wagging tongue down her sleek and softly curved belly. He tongued Rita's navel and nipped its slightly protruding button of flesh.
She writhed, horrified and humiliated, being forced to submit herself to this ugly old man.
He nibbled into the rich spread of tawny pubic hair fanned wide on her bounding pussy mound. Rita grunted and ground her ass into the lawn. He twirled her wet nipples and licked at her bushy cunt slit.
Shrill gasps of pleasure and deep grunts of disgust came alternately from her gaping mouth. Dad Watson snaked his tongue deep into her simmering pussy. Rita arched her back and wailed in despair.
His dripping tongue hooked back to circle around her clit. He flicked her tender clit bud with his tongue and tongued its indented head. She screamed and sobbed, forced to a climax by the lecherous old man again.
While the long, slithering wet tube of her cunt was still writhing with contractions, he reared up and worked the head of his skimpy prick between her pink pussy lips.
He gave her just a moment to blink and gape wide-eyed at him. Then he slammed down, fucking his cock in. She groaned. His hammering thrusts pounded her breath away.
Rita felt worse than when the necklace had almost strangled her. The old man was drooling over her agonized face, driving the fucking his warped prick in to the hilt. Supple flesh surrounded his gnarled cock, seething and squirming with waves.
"Your torment is more pleasing than real passion," he said. "Hatred has always been the strongest human emotion. I love the way it makes your cunt writhe. I love the way it keeps my dick hard.”
Rita could only sob, overcome by the heat of her humiliation and overwhelmed with frenzied desire for something she didn't want. His skinny prick thrilled and deformed her sleek cunt in ways no normal man ever could.
Her pussy rippled and squeezed almost hard enough to straighten his kinky long prick. Dad Watson gave joyous grunts and groans. He drilled and reamed her pussy slit, hating the woman but loving her tight cunt.
She climaxed once before he was anywhere near ready. Then again. It would take his aged balls awhile to work up another load. He tortured her into rapture with his hideous prick.
Rapt with wringing delight, she stared at a leathery old face split by a leering grin. Dark, sunken eyes watched her hotly. The nostrils of his beak nose flared. He fucked harder and longer than men half his age.
He twisted her sleek tunnel of fuck flesh in strange and delightful ways. Her hips began to bound, rising off the grass to meet his cruel cock thrusts. She was tantalized by the eerie delight of his crooked prick.
His cock wrenched her cunt walls left, right, up and down. Convulsive tremors spread out to her fingers and toes. She gurgled and moaned, cumming again. That time, his cock spat its fury. Slick hot jism greased his gnarled cock.
From his hiding place, Doc Watson watched their sweaty bodies writhe in climax while he sat alone and hand-whipped his cock. That was the only sexual pleasure he'd known in twenty long years. He leered at them through binoculars fogged by his hot breaths as their climax soared to its shivering peak.