Her mouth made an obscene sucking, slobbery sound as I tried to pull against the suction she formed with her lips wrapped tight around my poor cock. Her head bobbed up and down, mimicking the wet, warm confines of a cunt, well, a cunt with a tongue added to swirl around the super sensitive head of my thoroughly blood engorged erection, dipping her tongue tip into the slit on the end, snorting as she sucked, as though it were a fucking straw to a vanilla milkshake in my balls.
I strained against the straps but it was no use. Spreadeagled there on my bed, I was being sexually assaulted, violated, and god damn it, enjoying it far too much.
Her blond hair obscured her face, but I knew her eyes were glowing with that manic intensity she got. Crazy as a full moon fox, she was not going to show me any mercy. All I could see of her face, angelic and devilish at the same time, were those fat, ruby red lips, with that crazy lipstick smeared all over her face, slurping noisily on my rock rocket, my phat phallus, my completely uncooperative cock.
Should I scream? Uh, no, not something I'd ever do. Wish my nipples weren't getting hard. Sending the wrong message to this girl. I mean, how old was she? Fucking old enough to know better.
Old enough to break into my house, sneak upstairs, strap my arms to the bed posts and then tie my ankles to the legs of the bed. Fuck, wish I didn't sleep so soundly.
And wish she wasn't so damned...cute. No, cute doesn't quite do it. Dangerously gorgeous, and she fucking knew it too. Face of a cherub, body of a whore, mind of Lucifer. My neighbor's kid, and all I did was whistle at her. Not really a kid, though, looking at how she'd filled out this past year or so.
It was a god damn joke! The wolf whistle was meant to be, like, you know, fresh, to kind of tease her a bit, a good natured neighborly kind of thing. But hearing it, she turned those crazed eyes on me, smiled a smile I could feel in my balls, and then lifted up her t shirt to flash a tit at me. Nice one too, bout the size of a casaba, just as firm, white like yogurt, and the aureole was about mouth sized, just how I like'em.
Her name was Lucy. Fir. No shit. John and Mary Fir named their daughter Lucy.
I woke up like this, bound, with her mouth masticating on my privates. She'd lit a couple of candles around the room, so the light was low and gold. Her head was starting to look like an oil pump. I looked at her ass, waving around behind her like a fucking full moon in the darkened room. No tail, though. But there was a dimple above the cleft of her crack where she probably had the damn thing removed.
I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of cumming. Well, I wasn't until I did. My word, the girl could suck. When she felt me to commence cumming, she opened her mouth, continued to stroke me with her hands and aimed my cum shots onto her face. Then she crawled up and rubbed her cheeks all over mine. It was sticky. Then, she hunched her hips forward and stuck that incredibly cute young twat on my mouth.
What could I do? She whispered, sort of a low, devil like growl, that if I didn't start licking, she was going to suffocate me with it.
There are worse ways to go.
As I licked and sucked on her hairless, swollen and absolutely nasty little post pubescent pussy, she smashed the lips of it against my face, sort of grinding on my mouth and masturbating her clit against my nose. She even moved her asshole up and had me stick my tongue in there.
She tasted like an angel from heaven must taste like if you could, like, slide under one's robe and nuzzle up between their heavenly thighs. And the smell emanating from that twat would raise a mountain several feet higher, elevate the Eiffel Tower another few meters, launch a moon rocket without any rocket fuel.
