I move the door as quietly as I could. Not daring to latch it, I leave it an inch ajar. Almost like an x-ray, I don't see the door, but whats on the other side, as I back away from the scene I just witnessed. Breathing heavily, I knock into a picture frame, barely feeling the pain shoot through my elbow. Standing as still as possible, I stare at the door, listening for the sound of panicked movement on the other side. Theres silence as I try to regain control of my breathing. My heart tries to burst through my chest, and I'm sure the thud is heard beyond the door. Unsure if I want the two beyond to wrench the door open, or if I prefer it to stay closed, I wait for them to make the decision.
"...thought I heard something." I hear half a sentence uttered from the voice of a familiar man, and my blood boils as I realize the view I saw moments before was no hallucination or mistake. "Put me back in your mouth."
The second sentence, spoken with much more clarity, nearly makes me gag. Bile reaches my stomach as the next sound invades my ears, the quiet slurping seemingly so loud.
The repeated sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her mouth upsets me, and I take a step to the side, hoping to slip downstairs and out the front door. But once again, hope escapes me, as the floorboards are in league with bastard the room over.
"See how much you can take." The mans voice speaks, conveniently covering the creak of the floorboards. Or inconveniently. I'm unclear whats worse, silently letting this happen, or interrupting it and seeing more.
I make a decision, probably the wrong one, and stop moving. The floor goes silent, and so does the man, but not before a sharp intake of breath. Unaware, I hold my breath along with him, before he grunts in his ape like way. I've never actually heard him grunt like that before, but its fitting. Its the least surprising thing of this situation. My breath returns along with his.
"Fuuuuck." He pauses and the slurping continues. "You're getting better at that. By the end of summer maybe you'll fit my nuts in there too. Eh, chipmunk?"
My mind catches up with who is in the room with him, who he's using, and the walls blur before me.
Steadying myself on the wall, my vision becomes clear, despite my utter confusion. Didn't she complain about him just the day before? Didn't she agree as I called him an asshole, and curse him out along with me? How the fuck did this happen?
"Mmm yeah, suck those nuts." The voice says gleefully, and adding to the horrific orchestra is the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Your pretty face looks good with cock on it. You know all the boys at Elwood wanna see you like this, right?"
Theres a sickening popping sound, before a female voice cuts me to my core. Its not necessarily the voice itself, or the person it belongs to that cuts me. Its the desire in their voice. Its the fact that I can hear them smiling.
"Do they?" The woman asks, and I swallow involuntarily. Its the way she speaks. Her usual fiery spirit seems so subdued.
"So fucking innocent." Said the man, and I can tell he's smiling too. But his smile doesn't sound happy, it sounds smug and condescending. "Of course they do." The slapping fills my ears once again. "They all wanna see their meat on your face."
Unable to see into the room, his words bring an unwanted clarity to my minds eye. The slapping sound reverberates no more, but its not better. Is he simply standing there, his dirty cock resting on her face, his cockhead on her forehead, his balls on her chin? I'm unsure, but what I do know is that he's smiling smugly as he looks down upon her.
"We don't have long, or I'd stuff those other lips of yours." He says, his longing and disappointment evident. I never thought I'd hear the disappointment in his voice at not getting to put his cock in her pussy.
"Where do you wanna cum?" She asks, stabbing into my heart once more.
"Mmm yeah lick it." He said, painting another picture. "No, lick my head... I wanna coat that pretty face and watch it run down, but that'll have to wait. Mark'll be home soon. So you're gonna swallow it. Every drop. I want it all in your belly."
"I can do that." The sweet voice, so angelic, agrees to something that felt on the verge of evil.
"And no brushing your teeth, no rinsing, and no mouthwash. I like being on your breath."
The way he speaks to her makes me sick, and the bile returns. Not just due to the content, and not just the tone. It was the confidence that she would obey that made me truly repulsed.
"What if he talks to me when he gets here?" She asks, hesitant, and ridiculously my spirits rise. Only to be quashed by his laughter.
"And smells me on your breath? Tell him that you've been sucking on my sweaty cock and guzzling my cum. Maybe he'll learn some respect then."
"Ok then." She says, chuckling.
Her laughter hits my ears and feels unnatural. Not fake, I've just never heard her laugh in that way before.
"So put it back in and fill my throat." She continued.
He says nothing, and I can't see him, but I know he's smiling wickedly as he guides his cock to her clearly eager mouth. My stomach anticipates the moment he reenters her, and judging by his moan of satisfaction, I wasn't far off.
My overactive, and so far accurate, imagination begins to take hold and suddenly the door between us might as well not be there.
There he stands, towering above her, triumphantly. A victor of nothing, claiming his spoils as he slides deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips. Sitting on her knees below him, she looks up with those blue doe eyes.
The sound of slurping breaches the crack in the door as his cock defiles her salivating mouth, just as the sound defiles my ears. A mixture of slurping and heavy breathing brings more life to the picture in my minds eye.
"Oh fuck yeah." He says, through his increasingly rapid breathing. "Suck that fucking cock, slut."
The loud sounds of the fuckers impending orgasm drown out any movement from me, and I slowly move away from the door, but my freedom comes at a cost.
As I move away I get a glimpse of what's really happening in there, and I'm distraught that its more disgusting than I imagined.
He does indeed stand above her, as she blows him from her knees, his pants and underwear just slightly lowered as his cock protrudes out, halfway down her throat. His hand wrapped around her ponytail, her dirty blonde hair entangled with his fingers, he slides his thick penis out of her mouth. It glistens in the light, her saliva coating nearly every inch of his manhood. He slides it back in, moaning as he does, staring deeply into her eyes, keenly observing her degradation as he uses her throat. Slowly beginning to pump his cock in and out, he watches as half his length disappears between her lips. Tightening his hand around her ponytail, he pushes her head into him as his hips move into her. She gags as every inch of his cock invades her mouth, stretching her to capacity. Still looking up at him, tears form in her eyes and run down her cheeks, as she struggles to hold him that deep inside her. But she does nothing to stop him. She has every opportunity to hit him, muffle the word "no," or "stop." She does none of those things. The only movement I see her make is slipping a hand down the front of her jeans, frantically rubbing herself as she chokes on his meat. As more tears spill down her cheek, he finally relents and his large cock plops from her mouth with a sickening sound. Drenched with her saliva, strands of spit draped from his cock to her lips, he looks as though his smile will never leave his face.
"You're a quick learner." He says, and he pokes her cheek with his fat head. "I'm not surprised. You're built for cock. Just a slut that didn't know her place yet."
Her wrist continues to circle as she teases her other lips, kneeling beneath him, breathing heavily, and smiling through the mess he made on her face.
"Open wide." He commands, grabbing his cock in his hand, and he starts to stroke himself.
Her rubbing quickens, and she sits up, getting closer to him, opening her mouth as wide as possible, her tongue dangling out to accept his load.
As his stroking quickens, my sense returns and I'm shaken from my dumbstruck reverie. Grunting and groaning, I know he's close, and I seize my opportunity to slink down the stairs. I head to the front door, still in shock from the depraved scene I bore witness to, and as my hand touches the handle I hear a great bellowing from above.
