Larreau felt, then, the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his aching prick. He'd waited patiently for it, knowing from experience that it would come. He hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, waiting, knowing that eventually she would become accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her vagina… and she had: her whimpers of pain lessened and the obese little Frenchman began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still cringing walls of her channel until her whimpers became whining little mewls that she couldn't seem to contain.
"Oh," she moaned through clenched teeth.
Larreau waited a moment, then flexed once more as he watched her face beneath him. Her mouth fell limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooaaaaahhhhh," she gasped, then held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls ever apart.
He chuckled lewdly and flexed again, setting a deliberate teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils flaring to the tempo. At last, soft purling sounds of rapture escaped from her open mouth in cadence with his provoking ministrations.
"Oh… oh… ohhh… Oui… Oui…" she moaned.
He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his cock. Her moist, clasping channel had begun a soft opening and closing as it swallowed around his pulsating rod of flesh. He didn't move, but continued the spaced, tantalizing prick-flexing inside the impaled girl beneath him. Then, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with re-incited erotic passion, her neck straining as a light film of sweat formed on her forehead under the now disheveled, long raven hair. He drew his lips away and her head began to loll from side to side, while her hips began a slow uncontrollable undulation around his vibrating prick. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control his threatening climax.
There was no longer pain, Madeleine reasoned hazily. Her body, of its own volition, was responding. A maddening electric-like tingle had burst into existence inside her cunt and spiraled through every nerve of her vibrant flesh… and she never wanted it to end.
Larreau grazed his hands down her sides and slid them beneath the soft, satiny spheres of her moving buttocks. They reacted with a flexing motion to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He hauled her tighter to his loins and felt her drawing her thighs back a little more, the moist, lubricated hole of her cunt flowering open in reception of his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs were taut with her desire as she writhed in under him from the enormity of her building sensations.
"So, Cheri, tell me now… is it good, eh?" he hissed down at her.
"Ooooohhh… Ooohhhhh," she groaned with closed eyes, not wanting to acknowledge his question.
He ceased all motion then and said: "Maybe, you would have me stop?"
Her deep dark eyes burst open to plead up at him. "Oh… Ooohhh, no, no… s'il vous plait, M'sieu'… Mon Dieu!"
"You don't want me to stop, then, eh?" he said, grinning lasciviously. "You like my big cock in your cunt want me to fuck you is that right?"
"Oooohhh… oui, oui…" she whimpered in shame, aware now that all control, both physical and mental, had left her, the vile sound of the lewd words increasing her excitement even more so.
"Then, beg me, Cheri! Beg your Uncle Gaston to fuck your little cunt-hole!" he taunted wickedly, at the same time grinding his shaft once more into her moist, vibrant pussy.
Even in this sensually wanton state she had come to, Madeleine's subconscious struggled. Oh… it was wrong, wrong… so wrong! Yet, she wanted it… had to have it now! Once more, she tossed her head from side to side, her face twisted in her mental anguish. Everything decent thought inside her rebelled and shrank from this vile command… excluding her throbbing loins, and therein lay her heart and soul at that very moment. She bit at her lower lip until she tasted the saltiness of her own blood, then felt the tears spilling down her cheeks.
"So? Beg me, damn you!" Larreau snarled, digging his fingers cruelly into the softness of her smooth, white ass-cheeks. "Now! I say! Beg! Beg! Beg!"
"Ooohhh, oui, oui… I beg you… I beg… you…"
"Say it! Say fuck me, Uncle Gaston! Fuck my little cunt-hole with your big, beautiful cock! Hurry, say it!"
"Oooohhh, Mon Dieu… Oui… oui… Fuck me, Uncle Gaston…"
"The rest! Say the rest!"
"F-Fuck my little… cunt-hole w-with your big, beautiful cock! Oh… oui! Fuck me… fuck me!" she stammered, then blurted the words, the sudden thought of her own lips spewing such obscenities for the first time in her life sending a new licentious thrill swirling through her, and she began to revolve her hips in lewd circles around his thick, rigid cock lustfully, her vagina dilating in tempo to its rhythmic pulsing.
"Ah, oui… you're going to be a good pupil, ma chere," the elated, ugly little man crooned as she whined passionately up at him. "And I'll teach you all of the beauty of fucking and sucking, eh? Make you happy like this all of the time… It is beautiful, no?"
"Oh… oh, oui, oui! Beautiful… beautiful…! Please… don't ever stop!"
Larreau chuckled in evil delight. He said: "As you wish, ma chere, I won't stop, but you must learn to work harder, eh?"
Immediately, he sensed her response as might an eager student to his teacher; he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his colossal lead-hard rod, the tiny contracting muscles within her cunt nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips of her hair-lined coral slit pulled maddeningly away, slipping moistly down the shaft for several inches, then munched their way back up, buffering her soft, shadowy-down tightly against his own pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm, white belly. He remained unmoving, resting above her with his hands splayed on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight to the mattress. He let her quaking body ride up and down at will on his rigid cock that bridged them together.
He watched intensely its slow withdrawal between them, extracting thin ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress, then pushing the velvety, coral folds back into her as the glistening length was absorbing deep into the palpitating, salacious hole. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her efforts, a dazed, ecstatic smile playing around her lips. Damn, he thought, she was going to make an excellent pupil, and then he began to fuck into her, sawing gently and rhythmically with his mighty cock. He grinned to himself as she began to whimper in cadence with his thrusts, and he felt the slap of his balls against the tight, unprotected crevice of her anus. Christ, what a delightful creature! She overwhelmed him! His brain raced wildly. It was time for further education… education and subjugation of his nephew's lovely little wife…!
Madeleine rolled her head in delighted, unequivocal bliss, the last twinges of pain long gone from her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his thick impaling cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in unrestraint, as her tongue slithered in and out of his ugly mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety sounds of rapture gurgled deep down in her throat. Never… never in her life had there been anything like this! From his sucking and licking of her cunt to this very moment with his huge cock penetrating the very mouth of her womb, filling her belly to complete capacity… and she learned that by tensing her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and back, writhing her loins up tight against him, that the intenseness of her ecstasy was almost deliciously unbearable.