Wilma moaned, too startled at first to resist. When Jack cinched the belt tight, she wailed a scream of fear. She twisted her shoulders and strained to wiggle her arms free, but the leather held tight, and she found she could hardly move her arms. Her hands fluttered helplessly, fanning against the dark crack of her ass.
"Now look at me, you miserable bitch!" Jack pulled up hard on a handful of hair. He raised her trembling lips to meet his angry, piss dripping cock. "Suck it!" he barked.
Jack gave the tortured woman no time to reply. He humped and rammed his piss stained cock knob between her wet lips.
"Mmrnuuugh!" Wilma groaned. God, it tasted awful! Tears of fear and disgust ran down Wilma's cheeks, dilating the yellow streaks still gleaming damply on her face.
Her tongue thrashed to drive away the terrible, dripping shaft of his cock.
Jack gasped. "Yeeeaagh!"
Her frantic tongue strokes fanned his raging lust and sent sharp tingles of delight racing through the length of his cock.
Wilma's desperate struggles made the thick belt chafe roughly on her arms, the redness of her flesh matching the two welts criss-crossed on her creamy ass cheeks.
"Mmmuungh!" she groaned as Jack pumped in more steaming cock.
Her tongue curved beneath his driving cock and pushed against the vein ridged shaft, trying to drive it back. The bitter taste of piss dripped down her throat, tightening her throat with waves of revulsion.
"Uunngh… Uuungh!" she moaned.
Wilma could remember nothing more humiliating and disgusting in her whole life not since she had accidentally shit in her pants in the third grade. With her arms bound painfully tight behind her, and Jack's strong hand coiled in her long hair, she felt powerless to resist… but still she was unable to accept what was happening to her. It was simply too awful to believe.
A fast series of thrusts drove the full length of Jack's brutal cock down her throat. The rigid strength of his prick forced her head back, and its dripping, disgusting taste made her tight mouth writhe in dread of more.
"Uuugh!" she groaned.
Jack's rough tangle of cock hair hit her lip. It reeked with sweat and pungent man scent.
Wilma's throat quaked as she retched in horror, trying vainly to barf up the long cock pounding in her throat. He jerked back for another stab. He rammed it deep.
The biting pull of the leather belt on Wilma's wrists dragged her shoulders back, making her tits thrust out proudly in front. Her thick, dark nipples still gleamed from the shower of piss.
Jack cupped her inviting tit mounds, squeezing and pulling and drawing them out until Wilma felt her nipples burn as hotly as her tightly bound wrists.
"Yaaaw!" she groaned her mouth stuffed with hammering prick muscle, rank and bitter tasting as Jack pumped his cock excitedly in and out of her mouth.
She gasped. Jack's thumbs circled her aching nipples and twirled them until they flamed from savage friction. Wilma's cock-stuffed lips tightened in a knot of loathing.
"Ungh!" she groaned, fighting the burning feeling swelling in her chest. Jolts of pain sparked from her twisted nipples, and the warm feeling spread, softening into obscene delight.
The same, sort of feeling crept up from the depths of her throat, pain melting into pleasure. Wilma refused to believe it at first. Jack was hurting her, nothing more, raping her mouth and ravaging her helpless tits, and she could not possibly enjoy such vicious abuse.
"Aiiieeee!" she wailed.
The feel of the spreading lewd warmth grew stronger, it did feel good despite the stubborn protests of her prudish mind.
"Uuummmm!" she gulped, grinding her excited lips at the base of his cock shaft.
Jack bucked, startled by the sudden grasp of her wild desires. He drove his cock scrubbing her wet lips with his coarse mat of cock hair, pulling on her tits at the same time, tightening the spiral of his twisting thumbs.
"Aiiieeee!" Wilma wailed as his reaming cock drew back for another thrust. "Ungh… AAH!"
A creeping warmth sank to her piss drenched cunt slit. She felt her clit swell and strain with insane lust. It was crazy, Wilma thought in a brief moment between mouth ripping cock stabs. I cannot be liking this. It could never happen… I hate it!
Wilma wanted to put her arms around Jack's waist, to hold on tight and ride with the wild, driving thrusts of his cock, but the cruel belt bit into her creamy skin, her wrists were bound too tightly.
"Aaaahh!"
A chilling stab of fear pulsed through her veins. She hated the restraint. Her arms and shoulders ached. She wrenched and twisted, trying to squirm free.
"Aaahhh!" Jack said. "That's better, you prick-eating tease!"
Her frantic efforts to get free sent wild shivers up the length of his cock. Her twisted nipples trembled in his grasp and he felt the hot breath of torment burn against his groin.
Jack's balls swayed in his hairy sac, thumping on her chin with a rapid beat. He felt the boiling heat of his load steam in his aching nuts. He gritted his teeth against the mounting pressure.
"Uungh!" He couldn't hold it back.
Wilma felt him tense. Ralph did that, too, just before firing off his load. Ralph would usually freeze for one brief moment then he gushed and spurted in her cunt.
But this wasn't Ralph, and he wasn't fucking her cunt. This was Jack, and he had her throat rammed full, his cock twitching deep inside… like the last sputter of a fuse before a giant blast.
"GAAWW!" Jack exploded into motion, slamming and grinding with his hips to work his spurting cock in deep.
"Uuuunnngh!" Wilma gasped. Her lips held so tightly on his cock shaft that she could feel the coming flood. She felt it swell the tube and gush out into her throat.
"Yeah, bitch! Gulp it down! Drink my cum, you cock sucking cunt!"
Even his obscene language excited her now.
Why, she didn't know. It was disgusting as all the rest Wilma thought in brief flashes when her mind cleared.
"Uuiingh!" she groaned as she took another splattering gush of slick jism.
The tart, sweet taste of Jack's cum burned her throat. She felt it spray the depths of her throat and drip like thick mud. Her mind reeled in dizzy circles, yet she sucked harder to get more. She loved his salty cream.
Wilma wanted to milk his big, swaying nut sac, to squeeze his balls with teasing strokes and haul out every drop. But the belt on her wrists held her back.
Jack's breath came in rasping gulps, gushes of air in time with the frenzied spurts from his cock. He gave her nipples one last twitch and then dragged his hands up her chest along the sides of her neck and into her silky long hair.
"Ungh! Ungh!" he said as two quick spurts of cum jetted into her throat.
His cum tube blazed froth the searing fury of his hot orgasm. He coiled his fingers tightly, snarling her hair in his grasp as he cupped her ears, holding her head for the final drive.
"Uuunnggh!" He drove into her quaking lips and twisted, grunting deep in his throat while slick gobs of cream spewed out from the slit of his cock.
With her head held tight and her arms so cruelly bound, Wilma found she could only move her lips and the grasping muscles of her throat. All the intense power of her body went to them. She sucked and squirmed her throat like a woman gone insane with lust. And that was exactly what Wilma had become!
She gulped as she felt her passion swell. Christ, she was going to cum! Wilma seldom enjoyed the joy of orgasmic release. She could not even remember the last time her body shook with joy. But now it had begun… shivering waves of hot pleasure, heat so intense that her muscles froze.
God, she wondered… what next? Then Wilma felt her taut little ass give a shiver. Her mind was still blazed, utterly blank with joy. She could not recall what Jack had said… but her quaking shithole could remember. Jack said he was going to fuck her ass.