Madeleine let off a choking gasp and clung insanely to the slip that covered her breasts and stomach, entirely unaware that her crotch was completely exposed to him, and she continued to toss her head wildly in her fear and shame as abruptly, she realized the hopelessly entrapped position she was in.
"Oh God, stop! Stop it this minute!" she cried, futilely attempting to squirm from beneath him. "You can't…! I won't let you! Mother of God, think of Antoine, Uncle Gaston…!"
"And you think of your kid!" he shot at her.
"I know… I know… but there must be some other way…"
"There's no other Goddamned way!" he spat viciously. "I'm going to fuck you, damn your luscious young ass! I'm going to bury my cock in that tight little pussy hole of yours if it's the last thing I ever do, you hear me?"
Madeleine froze beneath him. Her mouth fell open loosely, her eyes glazing behind the blur of her tears as the horrid filth he had spewed caused a wave of loathing horror to surge through her. And then, she felt his fat, sweaty little hand with unbelievable tenderness sliding along the white, satiny smooth flesh of her inner-thigh, and she cringed to its touch as it moved ever upward toward the dark fringed juncture where it brushed and pressed skillfully against the fleshy hair-lined lips of her sensitive vagina, causing an uncontrollable little moan to escape her.
"Ohhhhh, no, Uncle Gaston… no, no… it's wrong… so wrong…" she whimpered vainly.
Larreau ignored her pleas, hardly hearing her as with his other hand he gently tugged the covering of her slip from her reluctant grasp, his breath catching in his throat at the enthralling spectacle of her round, full breasts standing proud and firmly erect, their small ruby-like nipples distending from the unwanted manipulations of his hand between her thighs.
"There now, Cheri, that's better," he said, bending down for a closer look at the thin, pink, hairline split running the length of her open crotch through the ovaled milk-white spheres of her buttocks pressed tightly to the mattress. He sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him, her little agonized moan of degradation falling on deaf ears. He'd fucked and raped many luscious young creatures, but never anything like this; never anyone so tender, so lovely, so proud. The mere thought of her helpless, involuntary moans of pleasure tumbling from those soft red lips taunted his prick into a stone hardness. He could feel the blood pounding almost painfully into its massive, expanded head; he felt the small thick drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the sensitive glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. Christ, his own nephew's wife! Just the incestuous thought was inspiring a form of sadistic delight such as he'd never known before, initiating an actual ache in his cock… until he was forced to open the fly of his trousers to ease the pain. Then, using thumbs pressed to either side of her fleshy, hair-shadowed cunt-lips, he tenderly spread the vertical aperture until its moist, pink loveliness flowered open to him, and his mouth fell agape at its sparkling jewel-like majesty. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver uncontrollably to the backs of his hands and heard her breath hitch deep down in her gasping throat, followed by a half-choking moan.
Madeleine, her shame and degradation even greater with the sudden realization that his depraved manipulations at her sensitive genitals were causing incredulous prurient sensations to tingle unwantedly through her, moaned aloud in emotional agony and an unbelievable growing sensual desire; tiny electric-like shocks began to ripple along the satiny flesh of her legs, and she again squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the bed, her moan dissolving into a near helpless whimper as his fingers taunted the moist slit of her tender vagina.
Oh God, no… no! It's wrong… wrong! I can't let him do these things to me… Dear God! Please… no… nooooo…
Expertly, Larreau leaned even closer into her delightful naked loins, and with the tip of his tongue opened the soft and delicate inner petals enshrining her clitoris. He felt the erotic shock of his oral touch surge through her convulsively.
"Oooohhhh, Mother of God! What are you doing?" Madeleine gasped, jerking her head erect to stare down with gaping eyes between her proud, rotund breasts at his lowered, balding head buried in her crotch. Then, his colorless little eyes were looking up over the sparsely silken, hair-covered mound and smiling at her sadistically. "Ooohhh, Mon Dieu!" she gasped and twitched as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft mound there at the base of her belly in plain sight. Then, once more, his entire face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between the thighs he was raising upward and pressing back toward her breasts while he planted wet, taunting kisses on the closed thin furrow, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the now quivering opening.
Madeleine gasped with a breathless, almost hissing sound beneath his tantalizing abuse, her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head rolling from side to side in utter desperation as suddenly, his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her pulsing erected clitoris.
Oh dear God!
The lips sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her now opened sex.
Antoine! Antoine! Mon Dieu, help me, Cheri!
She felt the hot gushes of his breath graze her sensitive, secret flesh and she moaned aloud in her shame, her head still raised; she caught at her breath as she heard him grunt, then felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slide wetly up into her disgraced, palpitating vagina.
"Ohhhh, please… no, don't! Not even Antoine has ever done that to me. Blessed Mother… I beg you, stop, please… please… Oooohhhh!"
Her body responded automatically, jerking with convulsive lurches, loud groans emitting from her chest as her buttocks ground again and again downward in an effort to escape the bestial outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach churned in veritable repulsion and she wailed loathingly as his tongue slithered in and out of her unwanting pussy in wild animallike fury.
"Damn you! Damn you!" she groaned in her debased humiliation and to Larreau's delight, as her head began to wag insanely while she kept it raised in disbelieving horror to watch his violent assault. She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening as she felt his long, seething tongue race up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly dilating cunt. "Ohhhhh, dear Jesus… please, Uncle Gaston… I beg you… stop… stop," she pleaded feebly in her degraded shame as unwanted twinges of vile pleasure began to pervade her whole body from his depraved animallike tonguing of her moist, quivering slit.
Larreau worked hungrily, feeling the soft, wet, pubic hair brushing his cheeks tauntingly. He had completely opened the front of his pants, pushing them and the silk shorts beneath them, down, and now he slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes on her the day Antoine had brought her home, he knew then that he'd have her for his own pleasure, but he'd never dreamed it would be such a simple coup, such an enrapturing, satisfying seduction… and now, here she lay, squirming wantonly beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy… yet to realize how much she was loving it… but that would come… that would come, and soon… he was confident of it.
He let his hands slip up over her smooth, flat belly to the full, firm flesh of her nipple-hardened breasts, cupping and squeezing them teasingly while his mouth and tongue performed lasciviously at the wide-spread split down between her legs with wet, obscene sucking sounds that filled the room, and again, Madeleine saw his eyes locked sadistically on her defiled, tormented face, waiting for her total surrender to his vile debasement of her pride and morals as well as her betraying body.