Miss Fletcher grunted with bestial passion as her employer's cock surged back up her cunt. Jism blasted from the tip of the monumental cock, rebounded off the far wall of her pussy and washed back along her cunt tunnel and the sides of the giant prick.
Rogers had dropped his belt. His fingers clutched great handfuls of tender assflesh, still hot from the whipping he'd given his secretary's lush butt. His cock bucked and jerked inside the woman's pussy as her cunt muscles sucked his come greedily from the slit of his cockhead.
Liz Hall was on her knees. One hand crushed a mound of titflesh through her blouse and brassiere; the other thrust all four fingers rhythmically in and out of her lust-swamped pussy. Pulse after hot pulse of pleasure filled her cunt and welled up to bathe her whole body in ecstasy as she finger-fucked herself to orgasm after orgasm.
Rogers gritted his teeth as he felt the last glob of come stored in his balls expanding the inner spunk tube of his cock as it thundered toward his pricktip and exploded into his pigtailed secretary's pussy.
"Oh, yes!" she whimpered as she felt the hot come spurt into her cunt. "Your jism fells so good inside me!"
Her wet-walled pussy kept clutching at the buried prick for a long time after the tall man's come was exhausted. Rogers gasped, feeling the spasmodic pressure on his prick. Despite being out of jism, his cock throbbed with the aftershocks of orgasm for a half-dozen wild heartbeats.
At last the frenzy of climax calmed within the preacher. His head bent, and his lips moved soundlessly, as if he was in prayer. Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the tied-up woman's glowing pink ass. The salty sweat stung her puffy, whipped assflesh, and Miss Fletcher gasped. Suddenly her pussy convulsed in yet another orgasm. The limp hose of her employer's prick was squirted out of her cunt in a spray of harsh smelling, cunt-juice diluted come.
"Oh, my ass hurts! It hurts so good!" she cried. Her butt wagged furiously back and forth as her naked pussy lips pulsated in orgasm, clenching at nothing, dripping strings of jism. "I love it when you hurt me!"
Slowly Rogers took his hands off of his blonde secretary's ass. His lengthy cock dangled between his legs, dripping spunk and cunt oils on the threadbare carpet of his office.
"It is a good sign, my daughter," he intoned. Then he sighed heavily and wiped the perspiration from his brow with the back of his hand. "The work of the Lord is not easy. But I am not one to shirk my load – what's that?"
Panting like a steam engine, Liz was finally coming down from the heights of her first-ever orgasm. The frenzied pace at which her fingers had pumped in and out of her drooling pussy had slowed to a sweet, relaxed rhythm. Her hand was slippery, soaked with the lustful juices of her virgin pussy. She pressed her palm over her throbbing clit and sighed.
"What!" It was a voice like thunder from heaven. "What is going on here? Oh, my God!" Liz looked up, cringing with fear.
Her uncle was standing over her, a look of horrified disgust on his face.
Rogers' expression quickly turned to anger. "Harlot of Babylon! Is this what you have stooped to, you slut? Spying on your betters while you, engage in the filthy sin of self-abuse! Oh, the shame! The stain on the memory of my poor departed sister!"
Miss Fletcher turned her head to peer back over her shoulder. "What's going on, Father?"
Rogers pointed a long, wrath fully trembling finger at his niece. "This abandoned slut was watching as we… as we purged your lovely body of sin. And she was abusing herself while spying on us!"
Liz shook her head. Her thoughts spun uncontrollably. This was all wrong! Not that what her uncle was saying wasn't true – with her fingertips still resting against the slit of her satiated cunt, she could hardly deny that she'd been masturbating while watching her uncle fuck and beat his bound secretary. But was that so wrong? Considering what they were doing, it seemed mild that she'd rubbed her hot cunt to climax.
And besides, she thought, to describe stuffing her hungry young pussy full of her own stiffened fingers as "self abuse" wasn't appropriate in the least! Fingerfucking her dripping cunt was anything but abusing it!
She tried to speak. No sooner had she opened her mouth than a stunning slap hurled her head backward. Then her uncle grabbed her wrist and dragged her to her feet.
She made no attempt to resist; she still didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she was in a lot of trouble.
Her uncle's thin blue-and-white-striped necktie was askew. He undid it, then caught hold of the girl's other hand. It was shiny and sticky with her rapidly drying cunt honey.
"Wanton!" Rogers shouted, smelling the aroma of cunt that wafted from her hand. "You are besmeared with the waters of sip!"
"Owwww!" Liz protested loudly as her uncle brutally wrenched her arms around behind her back. He quickly bound her wrists together with the tie. She strained unsuccessfully to get loose, then looked at her uncle with wide, frightened eyes. "What are you doing, Uncle Joseph?"
Another slap sent her reeling back. With her shorts and panties bunched down around her knees, she was effectively hobbled. She staggered, falling against a bookshelf filled with religious tracts.
Still tied face-down and totally nude on the preacher's broad oak desk, Miss Fletcher turned her head and looked at the teenager. There was concern on her lovely oval face.
"Oh, the poor girl," the secretary said.
Liz's heart rose. Perhaps the blonde would convince her uncle to go lightly on her. She was scared of him; she'd never seen him this mad before!
Her hopes were dashed an instant later.
"Help her," Miss Fletcher said to Rogers. "Help her the way you helped me!"
Liz thought about the way her uncle had been "helping" Miss Fletcher – the secretary's ass was still the ripe color of a desert sunset from the ceaseless attentions of his belt.
Her uncle approached her, glowering. His big cock seemed to have swollen once more until it was almost parallel with the floor. Liz stared at him without comprehension.
"I've let the flower of youth go too long untended," the tall man said, "and it's grown into a weed of sin and depravity. My error has been great."
He reached out and hooked his fingers into the neck of his niece's blouse. She cried out shrilly as he pulled hard. Buttons popped off of her blouse to ricochet off the cinder-block walls.
Liz stared down at herself. Her well-developed young tits heaved wildly, threatening at any moment to pop free of the white bra that held the ripe fruit of her jugs. Lower down, her sleek belly was a trim arrow pointing downward to the pink paradise of the virgin pussy nestled between her slender young thighs. She felt more totally naked than she'd ever had in her entire life.
Her uncle's hot, dark eyes roved up and down her half-nude body. "You have grown into a lovely young woman," he said, "A temple to the greatness of the Lord. You've been defiling it by sharing it with a mob of rutting young sinners."
It was a statement, not a question, Liz shook her head. She had to make her uncle understand. She'd never even let a boy kiss her!
"But, Uncle Joseph," she moaned. "I haven't been doing that! I've never…"
He slapped her. She felt the burning imprint of his palm on her reddened cheek. Tears welled up in her hazel eyes. He thrust his face close to hers. It was dark and contorted with rage.
"Don't lie to me, bitch," he hissed. "It'll only make your punishment all the worse!"
She tried to creep away as he reached for her tits, but with the bookshelves at her back, she was trapped. He clutched the front of her bra with strong fingers, between the cups filled to overflowing with nubile and succulent titflesh. He pulled hard, once, and the clasp at the back of the bra gave. Liz yelled with surprise as her boobs bounded free.
Rogers tugged at the bra till the arm straps snapped, then tossed the flimsy garment in the corner. He stood still a moment, and it seemed to Liz that she could feel the heat of his gaze on her exposed tits.
They were large, rounded, perfectly matched cones of titflesh, the complexion milky and flawless, the nipples like cherries set in the midst of broad brown-red areolas. Stimulated with fear as she was, her nipples stood out from her jugs almost defiantly.
Her uncle's tongue made a slow circuit of his thin lips as his eyes devoured the sight of her naked tits. Then he turned away.
Liz closed her eyes. She slumped against the bookcase. Her world had turned upside down. What would happen now?
A thin, vicious whistling was all the warning she had. Then her big tits flared with agony, an agony that bit the cushiony titflesh like the cut of a knife.
She screamed. Her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her tits.
An ugly red welt crawled across the front of her boobs, angling from above her left nipple to below her right one. The nipples were even more erect than before as pain lanced through her boobs with every beat of her heart.
"Y-you hit me," she sniffled. "With your belt." Her voice was shaky and high-pitched. She stood, rocking from side to side. The pain in her whipped jugs was intense and showed no signs of abating.
"You have sinned," her uncle plainly stated. "You must be cleansed."
He raised the thin black belt above his head once more.
Even before the belt struck her bare boobs, Liz screamed. This time it hurt worse than before. The thin leather strap landed across her right nipple, driving it deep into the soft boob. The sensitive nipple broadcasted pain into her jug in nerve-grinding waves.
Her uncle drew his arm back again. Sobbing, Liz spun to face the bookcase. A hard wooden shelf cut into her abused tits. She kept her jugs pressed against it. As much as the unyielding shelf hurt her boobs, it was infinitely less agonizing than the hot kiss of her uncle's belt.
She heard the nasty whine of the strap and tensed, wondering where the blow would fall. Then agony seared across the cheeks of her lush ass. She tautened her buttcheeks and gritted her teeth against the new pain that pulsed in her rump, a soft moan escaping her juicy lips.
Rogers slashed at her butt again.
"Aiii!" she cried. "Stop it! I can't stand it any more! Please don't hit me again!"
"Your pleas fall on deaf ears, slut," her uncle said hoarsely. "I see my duty. I should have done it long ago!"
Like a line of fire, another whip-mark was etched into the soft skin of her butt. She howled and writhed against the bookcase. The belt licked out and slashed her ass again.
Rogers lashed his niece's ass savagely, forehand and backhand, cutting across the jutting globes of her butt. The bitch deserved to suffer, he knew. Children these days were all alike – filthy, immoral beasts, the lot of them!
He remembered the many long nights he'd lain awake since his niece had begun to blossom into nubile adolescence, her tits and hips swelling, her legs going from skinny coltishness to shapely desirability.
He remembered imagining her with the army of lovers he knew she must have lean, hard-bodied young studs with eager cocks. They'd kiss and fondle her naked body, lick her tits till the juicy boobs were shiny with spit, trail their saliva down her belly and slobber all over her hot, inviting cunt.
And their cocks! She'd suck them like lollipops till they spurted come into her waiting mouth, pump her small fingers up and down on straining pillars of prick, impale her dripping pussy on cocks as rigid as steel bars.
No doubt she loved to be fucked up the ass as well, he thought. He could envision her lovely pert rump rolling around and around in mindless lewd abandon, as a rampant cock thrust between those tender buttcheeks into the narrow opening of her anus. The images were familiar; they'd haunted his dreams for over a year. That came before his eyes now, and he whipped the screaming, pleading girl with fanatical energy.
Liz felt her knees giving way. She fell to the side, her cheek and shoulder pressing against the carpet, trying to keep her tits shielded from that awful belt!
Her butt was stuck impudently up in the air. The once-white mounds of assflesh were crisscrossed by scarlet welts. With her rump thrust up like this, the cheeks of her ass had parted. Her asshole seemed to wink lasciviously at her uncle's face.
"Temptress!" he shouted, and brought the belt whistling down yet again.
It landed in the shallow furrow between the hillocks of her shapely butt. The strap bit deep into her assflesh, stinging the puckered asshole like a scorpion's tail.
"YEEAH!" Liz shrieked. She threw herself forward in a spasm of pain. Her whipped tits scraped agonizingly along the carpet as she slid across the floor.
Her uncle followed. The belt whipped relentlessly at the upturned buttcheeks. Liz's screams rang out in time with the slapping of hot leather against her tender ass.
Then, abruptly, the rain of sickening blows ceased. For along moment Liz lay on her stomach, with her muscles tied into knots, braced for the agony she knew would soon ravage her ass again.
The expected blow didn't land! Holding her breath, she opened her eyes and turned her head to look up at her uncle.
He stood above her with his legs spread wide. His cock jutted from his crotch like a massive wooden boom. The rigid cock seemed to loom threatening over her.
"You are a child of the Devil," he said. "For a long time you've haunted me with your loveliness. You've shared your luscious young body with scores of youths, but never with me, tough I sheltered you and cared for you as if you were my own. Now you try to taunt me by… by playing with yourself while spying!"
He squatted down and grabbed a handful of hair. "Don't!" she begged as he twisted her hair cruelly to turn her face toward his.
The tip of his cock prodded her cheek. The knob felt rubbery, yet hard, like a policeman's riot baton. The cockhead was hot and dry against the silky skin of her cheek.
"You've held out on me too long," he snarled. "No more. Open your lips, whore, and receive my cock!"
Suddenly the tip of the inflated cock was fitted to her tightly-shut lips, straining to gain entry to her mouth.
She squealed with dismay. The prick was rank with drying jism and the juices of Miss Fletcher's blonde furred cunt. The idea of taking that man's rigid prick into her mouth made Liz feel faint. She moaned, shaking her head in a violent denial, and suddenly her butt blazed with torment as the belt came down with a crack.
"Suck on it, bitch," her uncle commanded coldly. "Take my prick in your dirty, debased mouth and suck on it, or I'll whip the skin off your worthless ass!" For emphasis, he struck her undefended asscrack again.
Whether Liz could have held out much longer, not letting her uncle stick his cock in her mouth, suddenly became academic. As her tender asshole was stung once more by the black leather lash, her mouth flew open in a scream. The captive's outcry was immediately muffled as the preacher plugged the had of his cock into her open mouth.
"Mmmmm! Rmmph!" Her eyes rolled frantically and her head jerked from side to side as she tried to pull her head away from the cock that had impaled her mouth. The huge cockhead had her jaws wedged so far apart that the sockets ached. The sharp taste of jism and the musky flavor of cunt made her stomach roll with nausea. There was a cock in her mouth – and it belonged to her own uncle!
"You lucky girl!" Miss Fletcher's soprano voice had dropped an octave with unmistakable lust. "Your uncle is a good man. He'll save you from yourself!"
Liz glanced at her. Her pink-lipped pussy gaped open amidst the golden tangle of her pubic fur. A trickle of pussy juice ran from the slack cunt hole and dripped onto tile top of the desk. The naked, bound secretary was obviously getting turned on from watching her boss whip his niece and fuck her face, like he was from doing it!
But her attention was snapped back as Rogers began to jerk his handful of her auburn hair back and forth, fucking her mouton his spear of prick. Her eyes bugged out as he worked the tip of his huge cock farther back into her throat. She shook her head again, trying to tear her mouth away from the big cock.
"Use your tongue, bitch! You know how to do it! Don't think I don't know!" His voice rang with madness. He moved so that his knees were planted firmly on the floor, and thrust his cock still deeper into his niece's wet mouth.
She groaned with fear and disgust. Her tongue was flattened on the bottom of her mouth, trying desperately to avoid the slightest contact with that giant, loathsome cock. She couldn't bear the thought of actually licking the slimy, nasty prick!
She'd forgotten how unbearable the kiss of the leather was on her abused ass, but only briefly. When she kept her tongue away from the intruding cock, the belt lashed at her butt again. Her anguished scream was muffled by the several inches of meaty cock already imbedded in her face. Her jerky jump at the pain in her butt forced her hot mouth even more firmly over her uncle's fat prick. She felt the fleshy prickhead surge past the rear of her mouth and fuck right down her throat.
"Uhh! Ahh, that's better. Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my cock the way you do for all the boys at school!"
Tears flowed from the girl's eyes. Her uncle was so wrong! He was thinking that she had somehow led a career of utter sexual abandon, fucking anything on two legs. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but how could she tell him that? Her lips were stretched tautly around the enormous girth of his cock, her cheeks aching from the strain of having her mouth wedged wide open by the big prick. And still the cock continued to thrust into her face.
Suddenly she begin thrashing. The cock was going too far down her throat! She'd gag at any minute! She hated to imagine what that would cause; her uncle would probably slash her buns to ribbons for gagging on his prick!
"Yes! Take it in, slut! Eat my cock!" He clutched his belt, his right hand trapping itself in her hair. Holding her head diagonally to the ground, he thrust his hips forward. Two inches of cock were jammed instantly into the tied-up girl's face.
It was too much. She grunted, and gagged on the bar of prick her uncle had forced down her gulping throat.
Her uncle gasped as the gag reflex closed the muscles of her throat tightly around his cock. It was like having a ring clamped around his prick right where it was most sensitive, where the swollen head of the prick joined the sturdy cockshaft. He shook all over. Liz gagged again. The action of her throat muscles around his prick drove him wild.
Liz sensed the sudden swelling of the already immense prick and wondered frantically what it meant. "Urgk!" she groaned. Her throat pumped at the expanding cock with pure reflex action.
The cock contracted suddenly, squirting a stream of hot come into the girl's throat. She could scarcely believe it. Her own uncle was coming in her mouth, shooting his jism straight down into her stomach!
Or so it seemed. Her throat muscles worked frenziedly as she tried to swallow the seething come, while still gagging on the fat sword of cock. More steamy spunk flooded into her throat. It began to fill Liz's mouth, washing back up around the stem of her uncle's huge cock.
"Great God, it's good! Drink it down, you bitch! Sate your foul lust with my come!"
He clung to her hair with hands that shook so violently that they tore loose some of the brown strands. She didn't notice the brief pain as her hair was pulled out. All she could think of was the throbbing, pulsing, spewing cock stuck down her throat – and the hot jism pumping down her gulping throat.
Come surged up into her working mouth. She gagged at the awful salty-sweetness of the spunk. The more furiously her throat muscles tried to eject the fountaining cock, the more furiously it pumped the foul come into her throat!
The store of come in her uncle's hairy balls, so recently spent inside Miss Fletcher's sweet pussy, already had replenished itself till it seemed inexhaustible. Liz's mouth filled with jism as her throat had – to the brim. Come leaked out around the cock plugged into her wet mouth. A sudden jet of jism made come surge up into her nasal passages. She choked, blowing come through her nostrils to coat the rough hair of her uncle's crotch with milky droplets.
She stared at the tangled hair at the base of her uncle's prick, her eyes unfocused. In spite of the fact that she had more cock in her mouth than she could handle, only a little more than half of the tremendous length of his cock had been inserted into her face. She looked cross-eyed past her nose at the cockshaft as it pulsated powerfully, delivering load after load of come into her sucking mouth.
Finally the last driblets of hot jism trickled from the cocktip and down Liz's throat. She felt the prick beginning to shrink in her mouth. With a grateful sigh, she let her jaw muscles relax.
Moaning, Rogers pushed his niece's head away. His prick slid out between her teeth and come-smeared lips. The still-impressive length of the deflating cock was streaked with white jism thinned by her saliva.
Abruptly the cock pulled away from Liz's mouth. Drops of come dribbled onto her face as her uncle stood. She let her head fall to the carpet. The aftertaste of the potent come that soaked her tongue was harsh and sickening.
"But what are you going to do with her?" she heard Miss Fletcher asking. "If she tells anybody what's happening… they might not understand your methods."
Liz's uncle nodded. "You're right, my dear. This will bear some thought."
Shuddering, Liz began to cry.