What came next? She couldn’t remember. The bed creaked, and it felt lighter, less occupied, and she wanted to open her eyes but she was afraid to. She heard the sound of a zipper, and she did open her eyes. Lou stood beside the bed, dropping his faded jeans. His cock jumped out as the pants went down, and it was in gigantic erection, that prick of his—enormous, towering, like a battering ram that jutted from his loins and the patch of hair at the base.
Caron sat up, eyes bulging. It had been seven years. Had he been so big then, too? God, he must have been! Men of his age didn’t experience sudden spurts of penile growth. But she hadn’t remembered him that way, not so huge, so monstrous, so… so…
She clutched at her breasts, trying to cover herself from the proud thrust of that incredible prick. Big, swollen, with a glowing ruby knob the size of both her eyeballs, put together. A slight curve up the jutting length, as if he were beginning to form himself into the shape of a crescent. “Oh, my God, no,” she said, pointing, “there is no bloody way—I won’t let you use that thing on me —absolutely not —Lou —for the love of God —Louuuuuuuu…”
Her voice died away in a trembling whimper as he climbed onto the bed naked, his cock fully erect, the tight scrotum flesh clinging lewdly to the huge stones of his testicles. They jiggled beneath his lancing dong. Caron took a deep breath, but, her lungs refused to fill up. She felt as if she were strangling. She couldn’t speak, only whisper. “I will not,” she told him in a low, almost inaudible voice. “I most certainly absolutely Goddamned fucking NEVER will not! No, Lou, no, no, noooooo…”
“Lie down,” he said. “Flat on your back.” He raised his hand and she was very frightened, afraid he’d hit her again. He’d done that twice already, not really hurting her but startling her, reminding Caron that men were, after all, the stronger sex. And he was a man. If nothing else, the vivid thrust of his erect cock proved that point. Her heart skipped a beat and she lay down, shivering.
Lou straddled her chest, his hips settling down upon her shaking tits. His flesh was hot, nearly as heated as her aroused hippies. He pressed down upon Caron, grinding his ass against her chest. Her hips twitched and she moaned, “No, please Lou, I’m sorry for everything I said, but don’t…”
He was already angling his cock down, toward her mouth. “Suck it Caron. Open your pretty little mouth and suck it. You always had some excuse for not doing that when I was living with you before, but I’ve heard all the excuses. What I want now is a blow job, and something tells me that I’m going to get a damned good one. Anyway, look at my prick. You haven’t seen it in seven years. Don’t you even have a little hello kiss saved up for me?” He grinned, pushed the tip of his dick against Caron’s lips.
She stifled the urge to scream because that would have opened her mouth widely, given her tormentor the impetus and opportunity to shove it in. But his cock tickled her lips, and she trembled, and before she knew it her lips had parted ever so slightly and the end of Lou’s rod was flush against her teeth and she felt tears well in her eyes. It wouldn’t be so bad. Once she’d hated the very thought of this act, but that was a long time ago. Only yesterday afternoon she’d sucked Paul’s cock, giggled as his cum spurted into her face, into her mouth. It wouldn’t kill her, even if it was Lou’s prick. And if she refused, God only knew what he might do in his anger.
Caron closed her tear-filled eyes and she unclenched her teeth. Lou thrust hard into her mouth, filling her with the bulk and heat of his stiff, strange-tasting cock. She gasped, summoned her courage, and then she began to suckle him. Not enthusiastically, but her lips were working and they could not help but be felt by Lou.
“Is that your mouth, Caron, or did I take a wrong turn and wind up in somebody else’s bed? I can’t fucking believe it. You’re really sucking me! I can feel your tongue floating around, and your mouth is full of spit. I’ll bet that if I went deeper, if I gave it a nice big hard shove, you wouldn’t even gag. You’d open your throat and take me as deep as I wanted to go. Right? Grunt if you want to put any money on it, Caron. Don’t want to bet? No matter. You’re getting it anyway, and… here goes! Oh, hot shit!”
He grabbed the sides of her head, lifting her slightly from the pillow, and humped his cock into her mouth for what seemed an eternity. He was true to his word. The head of his dong slipped into Caron’s throat. She wanted to gag, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t that bad. She’d done this very act for Paul, more times than she could count, and the trick was simple. It had to do with breath and muscle control. Anyone could learn it, anyone who really wanted to. And now she was using her sexual education, using it for the pleasure of a man she hated with all her heart and soul.
He was big, thicker than Paul. Why didn’t she remember that? Could seven years wipe out all those memories? But she’d never really sucked him when they were man and wife. She’d pleasured him in bed as infrequently as she could manage.
“If I’d known you were this talented,” she heard him say, “I’d never have left you. You open any deeper, I’m gonna be fucking your throat. Would you like that, baby?”
He tasted salty, like ham, she decided, and when the end of his cock brushed the tip of her tongue, she could taste the faintest sampling of the jism that was already starting to leak from his pecker. His jizz? Once she’d have been ready to puke at the thought of sperm in her oral sanctuary, but that was a long time ago, and another Caron. She’d sipped gallons of sperm since the last time she’d seen Lou. It tasted good and she loved to drink it. But not Lou’s. Oh, she’d show the cocksucker! She’d take his cum into her mouth, suck till he’d finished shooting, and she’d collect the stuff in her cheeks, under her tongue. Her throat would be shut off tightly, by God. And when he was done coming, when his cock had softened and slipped from her greasy mouth, she would look up at him. No. She’d get up, as soon as he was off her, and she’d put her arms around his neck and she’d give him the biggest wettest kiss he’d ever gotten.
Oh, what a kiss it would be! She’d spit his cum into his grinning superior face. She’d spit it all over him, every fucking drop of his lousy seed! And she’d laugh like a hyena while he turned purple and green and every other color under the sun, trying to wipe the scum off his features. Yes, Caron thought, the upper hand is coming back to me. But that would only be the start. When she was finished, his ass would be better off dead.
“Suck harder, baby, I think I’m almost there,” he was telling her. “Jesus, you have a mouth and a half. Feels like two chicks giving me head at the same time. I don’t know who taught you how to blow, but he deserves a medal. I think I came home at just the right time, baby. I’ve caught you in your prime. May not go away again. Suck in your cheeks. Vacuum me. Mmmm, yeah, I could sweep floors with that mouth of yours. Do it tight. I won’t break. Mmmmm, Caron, honey! Did you ever see Jennifer Welles suck cocks in a dirty movie? You should. Oh, fuck, what the hell for? She couldn’t teach you a Goddamn thing you don’t already know. I could make you a porno star, baby. Would you dig that? Heyyyy!! That little twat Melissa was born with a dick in her mouth, but you could give her lessons. Maybe after we get this all straightened up, the three of us can shack together. You ever make it in a threesome, Caron? You’d dig it. Melissa is as queer as a six-dollar bill. She’ll go down with anything. Man, woman, fag, dyke, German shepherd. She made an eight millimeter movie out on the coast where she jacked off a Shetland pony. The RSPCA has her on their permanent shit list, but she doesn’t care. Come on, suck me. I can tell you’re holding back a little. Don’t hold anything back. Give it all to me, Caron.”