She clenched her small hands into fists, her arms drawn back so that her hands were nearly touching her shoulders, as were her knees near touching her throbbing breasts, her entire, vibrant, naked flesh steeled against the perverted abuse he was forcing her helpless body to endure. She was trapped; there was nothing she could do; he could have his way with her, but she would never allow herself to willingly submit… never! Never! She had to fight him, if only in the subjugation of her defenseless body, she thought, as he continued to suck insanely at her crotch, trying desperately to keep her brain from acknowledging the wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly through her every vein, muscle and cord from his carnally depraved, oral outrage.
Vaguely, she recalled the few times Antoine had started to make love to her this way, and how she had immediately stopped him because M. Keel had ran his tongue up through her and she'd never forgotten the depraved ecstasy of such love… had Antoine only been a man and insisted. Truly, she had never known such enrapturing delight… but she must keep control of herself…! She mustn't give herself to this debauched, incestuous pig who was humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination… when there was absolutely nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept whatever degradation he chose to inflict upon her! Oh dear God! My Antoine… forgive me my darling…! Oh…! Oooohhh…!
Her groans drove Larreau's tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, pulsing lips of her tortured cunt. Yes, yes! She was going to beg and plead for his cock before he was finished with her. Even now, she was hotter than most women ever dreamed of getting, but she was inwardly still trying to fight it. He could almost laugh aloud… if his tongue and mouth weren't so damned occupied. Fight it, bitch! You're too far beyond the point already to struggle against anything I decide to do… and I can conceive weird, erotic approaches and positions we might try upon your lovely docile, desire-wracked body… and very, very soon.
He could not keep from gloating as suddenly her hands were toying about his head, her long fingers caressing it while moans continued to emit from her incessantly. And then, all of a sudden, she was no longer toying but clutching as the moans tumbled from her lips in a rhythmic chant, her head rolling from side to side… and then, she was clawing at his naked scalp, grasping at his ears in an attempt to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her vagina. He plunged his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged pink edges.
She cried out in her confused need and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.
Once more, he complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this lovely creature whose warm soft thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet, velvety cuntal-flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the delicate walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking motion, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It seemed to him that the nibbling, hair-lined pussy was suddenly endeavoring with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and devour it entirely. Her heels began to involuntarily push down against his back, pressing his obese body into the soft, quivering flesh trap between her wide-spread, uptilted legs. His nose was tight against her trembling clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the poignant aromas of her ever increasing lustful, lubricious state. Christ! Its delicate piquancy was driving his cock to an impossible hardness, an erection that was near-aching and throbbing with the ferocity of an exposed nerve in a tooth. He had to fuck the little bitch soon, else, he was certain, his balls would blow apart!
Madeleine's voluptuously naked body was completely swept up in the enchanting rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in tormented delight as hazily she realized that she was rapidly losing all physical control beneath this lewd and depraved outrage Antoine's own uncle was committing upon the most secret places at her crotch. Every muscle of her sex-incited being was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening debauchery between her legs.
Oh Antoine… my love… my darling… I'm lost… lost! He has mesmerized me! I cannot stop now… I can't… I can't! If only you had been the first, my darling… Oh, why didn't you tell me it was like this! Ooohhh… Oooohhh… Oooohhh…! I… I think I'm going to… to burst with ecstasy…!
And then, thoughts of Antoine licking and thrusting his tongue up into her warm, waiting cuntal passage excited her even more. Her drawnup legs opened and closed around the tormenting head controlling the ravenous, slashing tongue that was licking at her passion-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head savagely, splaying her shapely long legs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him greater access.
Her body had deserted her; it was his to do with as he pleased; Madeleine realized this with debased certainty as he slipped his hands beneath her quivering buttocks and pulled them up to him with brutal authority. They jerked and spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging tongue sending wild erotic jolts of never-before experienced sensations surging through her love-neglected body. And then, suddenly, she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the solemnly private little puckered hole of her anus. She stiffened… wanted to scream… but instead she moaned in rapture at the surprising, wet, seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive orifice. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in the sensual delight racing wildly through her body.
Responsively, she cried: "Oh don't… don't, Uncle Gaston… Mon Dieu!" even as she rolled her hips and tried to screw her taunted rectum back onto his stiff probing tongue.
Larreau could stand it no longer. Suddenly, he knelt up and tore the clothes from his grotesque body while she lay beneath him with closed eyes and tossing head, helpless mewls and whimpers erupting from her throat constantly as she awaited his next move with almost ungovernable impatience. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees, thrusting them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering his squat, corpulent body up her sweat-coated flesh simultaneously. His rigid, cavorting prick brushed teasingly against the wetness of her sparse, soft pubic hair. He splayed his pudgy hands beside both of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked obscenely behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned crotch and the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.
The expanded, narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing, the wet, coral furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against her own.
"Now, my little Cheri, I'm going to fuck you," Larreau said down to her, a lewd smile twisting his round, evil face. "Oui… I'm going to fuck and fuck you until that little cunt of yours screams for mercy, eh?"
Madeleine lay beneath him in a sensuously hypnotic state, her eyes fixed on the movements of his ugly mouth spouting the obscene words at her, their vile salaciousness echoing excitingly against the walls of her erotically steeped brain, even as she still fought feebly to control this gradual subjugation of her mind. Her body had betrayed her, but she must somehow maintain control of her wits. Oh, dear God in heaven…! It's useless; useless!
She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his lust-hardened cock lying the full length of her open, quivering vaginal slit. The jerking, rubbery head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized pussy searching hungrily for its turgid blood-filled tip.