He knew.
Yes, he would know. He was one of the ones. There were some men who could look at her and know, in spite of everything she did to hide from them.
They were animals. There was no way to fool them. They could see right past the facade of sophistication and propriety she'd built around herself and look into her very being, and they could see it all.
Those were the ones she avoided when she met them – the ones she ran from so that their knowing would not remind her of the way she had been and was no longer.
"I knew you were a cock-sucking bitch," he whispered again, his words like a hot knife twisting through her heart. "A syrup-twatted slut who can't keep her hot cunt and her sucking mouth away from a man's hard cock."
His fingertips massaged her head through her glossy pelt of soft hair. It brought heat to her face and sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her nipples tingle and stretch at the ends of her tits as if they were awakening finally after their long, long sleep.
"Nnnnngh!" she groaned, the sound hollow and forlorn, the last bubble of protest around his fleshy prick.
"Come on, baby, you're doing fine, just fine. Limber up that tongue some more and slither it all up and down my prick until you milk that good white stuff out of my balls. You want it, you phony, sophisticated bitch. You know you do!"
His thumbs rolled lightly against her eyeballs. He began to move her head back and forth, so slightly at first she didn't know he was doing it.
At the same time, he began moving his hips, making his cock fuck in and out of the circle of her soft lips. It slid along her restless tongue and reached for the back of her swallowing throat.
She made a whimpering sound this time. She felt her tongue obey his commands and massage up and down the shaft slowly, stroking sensation into the soft-hard flesh.
She felt her lips open slightly and then purse softly. She felt them compress around his cock and then suck inward, drawing him deeper into her mouth. They did it as if they were somehow detached from her own will.
But she knew better.
Just as he knew better.
She'd been over it and over it in her mind until she was fatigued with going over it, and there was still no answer. None that she wanted to accept. None that her Victorian old grandmother hadn't already given her, so many years ago.
Gram had raised her, actually. From the time she was seven, when her mother had left her at Gram's house and had run off with the man named Ernest.
She couldn't remember her father. He'd left long before that. Her mother had tried to raise her, but she'd been made to know that she was in the way of her mother's getting remarried. With Gram to raise her, she wouldn't be in the way any more.
Gram was strict and stern. Her husband had died when she was twenty-seven. She'd put on black for mourning and hadn't taken it off the rest of her life. She was a bitter, sour old woman. She disapproved of her daughter, most women, all men, and of the world at large. She mostly disapproved of being saddled with her granddaughter, as if the abandonment had been Ellen's fault.
When Ellen had found boys and the warm, silky, flirty way to get their attention, she was happy for a little while, until she get pregnant.
Then Gram had heaped shame and disgust on her. It had been the last straw for her. As if in spite, she'd died, muttering curses at Ellen to her last breath.
Ellen sobbed suddenly, remembering. She nearly spat the throbbing prick from her mouth to beg forgiveness again, to make another death-bed promise that she would never give herself to a man again.
But there was pressure on her eyeballs, intense pressure that shot pain and stars through her brain and brought a squeal to her stuffed throat.
"That's enough, I said!" Stan bellowed, the volume of his voice blasting the memories from her head. "You bite any harder, you bitch, and they come out of your skull like plucked grapes! Believe it!"
She eased off immediately, only then realizing how hard she'd been biting his cock. There was the salty taste of blood in her mouth. She heard him release his breath and felt his cock throb hard as blood rushed toward the tip again.
He was still pressing hard. Her eyes throbbed with pain. To show she hadn't meant to bite him, she sucked his prick hard and fast, rolling the shaft round inside her mouth with her tongue.
She drew on it with her lips, pulling it deeper and deeper into her mouth, working her soft lips down the hairy shaft to his root. She swallowed reflexively and nipped the spongy head with the silky tissues of her throat.
She began bobbing her head back and forth under his hands, sucking and sucking, and the pressure began to ease off. If her hands had been free, she would have fondled his balls to make it as good as she could for him, just the way she used to do it in the old days of her youth.
"Ahhhh, Christ," he moaned, tipping his head back. "That's the way, baby. That's how to suck a cock. Just teasing ol' Stan there, were you? You tease too hard, baby. I like this much better. Ohhhh, yeah, much better!"
He moved his hands with her head, making her mouth fuck along his hard shaft. He began working his hips in small circles, his buttocks clenching and releasing as he fucked forward.
One of his hands caressed the side of her face. He felt around at the lump in her cheek caused by his pulsing cock-head until she swirled her tongue around the shaft and changed its angle. Then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and he felt that.
His hand slid down her throat, the fingers feeling the swallowing motions it made. He let it slide farther down, into the torn neck of her dress.
Then his fingers caught the slope of her firm tit. They surrounded the jutting cone and cupped it, teasing and tugging at the nipple.
Ellen caught her breath. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. Her nipple began to tingle and stretch and fill with sensation.
She felt it go hard and rubbery as it hadn't done in years and years. The sensation frightened her. She stopped sucking, just letting his cock fill her mouth and swell rhythmically against the back of her throat.
She hadn't felt like this in ages. Even when Burke fucked her, as she let him do whenever he wanted, because she was his wife, she felt nothing.
She lay in bed and was able to blank her mind out. She would be conscious of his labored breathing, of his kisses that attempted to arouse her, of the way his hands slid gently and fondly over her sweet, youthful, full body.
But she would feel nothing. She made herself feel nothing. She would be conscious of the frictional sensations of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but there would be no more in it for her than she'd felt with Cy. Less, in fact, because Burke's cock didn't hurt, didn't threaten to split her apart.
She wouldn't let herself feel anything when she was fucked because she was afraid to let her passions go. The last time she had done that, it had cost her everything.
The sudden awakening of her nipple frightened her. She didn't want him to play with it any more. She didn't want to be stimulated. She didn't want to start wanting again.
"Nnnnngh!" she groaned around his cock.
"Like that, huh, baby?" he grinned, pulling at her nipple some more, making it burgeon to a hard, rubbery nub of sensation.
She shook her head. His prick waggled in her mouth. He thought she was teasing him some more, giving him a different kind of sucking. He began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, using her face as he would use her cunt.
His hand swept up and down the front of her body, massaging her big tits, feeling her flat stomach, the pinch of her narrow waist, the swell of her hips.
He put his palms on her thighs and slid them up, nicking her skirt along with them, making her pussy bare. It was open from the way her legs were positioned in the chair.
He stroked her slit, pinching her puffy pussy lips gently between his fingers. She moaned and protested, but the sounds only spurred him on and made his cock throb against the back of her throat.
When he touched her clit, breath puffed from her nostrils and blew against his pubes. A throb went through her belly that she couldn't believe – dull at first, yet achingly sweet.
God, it couldn't be happening! Not with him! Not with an animal like him! Not after all this time of feeling nothing!
"Ahhhh, that's it, baby, that's the way I like a pussy to be. Wet and silky, quivering with lust for a big cock! I knew I could get you going, you cheap bitch!"
"Stan! Oh, God, Stan, you're doing it!"
Ellen heard Velma's jealous cry. Then she heard Stan's growl and felt his prick throb and jerk readily in her mouth.
"Goddamn it, Velma, get out of here," he groaned. "Either that or come over here and help Christ, I'm gonna come! What a cock-sucker she is! Natural born cock-sucker, just like I knew she was behind all that sophistication crap. Ohhhh, yeah, come over here and help, baby, and I'll send a big load into her phony, double-talking mouth!"
Ellen heard the door close. She thought Velma had left. Then she heard the girl's footsteps coming across the room until she was standing there, watching.
"Don't stop sucking his prick, you phony cunt," Velma said to her cruelly, shocking her with the sudden change. "Keep those lips moving. Do I have to show you how to give him a good blow-job? Stan, let me suck your hot prick and show her how it's done, honey."
Ellen felt the girl's hand on her face, the slim fingers wrapping around Stan's prick as the root protruded from her pursed lips. She caught on. The girl was still jealous as hell and was trying to be clever.
"Let go, baby," Stan moaned, pulling her hand away. "She can't watch you when she's blind folded. Besides, she's doing all right. But she does it better when she's hot. Get down and heat her up, baby – you know how."
"Promise you'll fuck me afterwards, honey?" Velma gasped, running her hand over his belly and around to his clenching buttocks.
"Yeah," he grunted.
Ellen felt Velma move around. Stan was toward the side of the chair so that he wouldn't have to lean forward to fuck his prick into her mouth.
She felt Velma go to her knees in front of the chair and position her body between Ellen's spread legs. She felt the soft press of braless tits on her inner thighs.
Then she felt the slim fingers on her mound. They pried her puffy twat lips apart, baring the pink slit. She felt the blue eyes staring right at her open cunt, and she couldn't help the throb of sensation that pulsed through her belly again.
Her lips sucked once more. Her tongue washed around the shaft of ready prick. She couldn't accept that this was really happening to her, or what she was feeling inside.
She thought she'd done everything. She thought that by the age of sixteen there was nothing else about sex that could happen to her. But she'd never done this. She'd never sucked a hard, steely, throbbing prick while another girl pursed her lips and slipped them down over her standing, pulsing clit!
"Nnnnnnngh!" she moaned around the bucking shaft.
Her hips jerked. Her buttocks slid forward on the chair. Velma helped them by wrapping her hands around Ellen's ass and pulling. Her arms pulled at the sockets, and her knees spread wider apart because of the way they were tied to the chair legs at her ankles.
She felt her cunt open wide. She felt the slim fingers pulling the fleshy lips apart even wider. The warm puffs of breath from Velma's nose tickled her pubes.
Her pussy sucked and spasmed involuntarily. Her clit throbbed and burned, stretching from its tented folds and spiring between the soft, sucking lips.
Velma drew with little sucks on the hard clit. The tip of her tongue flicked the blazing tip and traced the outline of it, sliding up one side of the thick root and down the other.
Her chin nestled into the soft, silky folds of Ellen's pussy mouth as if trying to fuck her that way, and it moved back and forth with the motions of her jaw.
Ellen gasped and moaned. Her hips twisted and shook with involuntary motions. Her knees swayed open and closed around Velma's big-titted body.
The sensations came. She couldn't stop them. She'd kept them hidden and subdued for sixteen years, but the two of them were undoing all that and making her body blaze.
She couldn't help the way her lips sucked and drew on the hard prick fucking between them. She couldn't help the way her pussy lips fluttered and pulsed around Velma's intruding chin.
She felt her vaginal tunnel squirm and ripple, clear to the back of the wet channel. She felt the unused muscles stretch and yawn and slowly come to life, and her cunt began to squeeze and pulse all along its length.
There was something faintly ironic about the way it was happening. She was sucking on Stan's big, hard prick while Velma was sucking on her throbbing little clit, and they were both about to come.
The difference would be in the torrential flood of sperm that he would spurt forth into her throat. And the difference would be that she hadn't came for years and years.
She gasped and tried to stop it from happening. She tried to shut her mind off to keep from feeling the electric sensations jolting through her body.
She couldn't do it. She wondered why she should try, what difference it would make any more. Gram was dead. There wouldn't be any shame heaped upon her this time.
She had paid for her wantonness of the past. With a daughter she had managed to raise by herself until she'd married Burke. With years of self-denial! By becoming respectable and proper as the wife of a leading citizen. What would one little stolen orgasm hurt after all that?
"Ahhhhh, God!" Stan gasped suddenly, one hand squeezing Ellen's cone-shaped tit; the other pressed against the back of her head so that her mouth was fully down around his pulsing prick.
"Is she hot, honey? Is she going to give you a good suck-off?" Velma groaned, becoming heated herself. "Ohhhh, you'd better swallow all that cum, Ellen! Don't you waste a drop of it, or I'll bite your slobbering cunt! You give my man a good one, hear?"
She plunged her face between Ellen's tight thighs again. Her tongue speared up the slippery, twitching pussy hole and jabbed rapidly back and forth fucking it as it hadn't been fucked ever.
No! Ellen cried inwardly. It can't be happening! I can't be ready to come!
But she was. It had been a long time, but not too long to remember what it was like, what the breathless rise toward the shuddering peak felt like.
Her chest pumped in and out. Her tits swelled and thrust forward inside the torn top of the dress and into the cupping hand. Blood pounded through her whole body, making every extension of her being tingle unbearably.
At the same time, she felt Stan's big cock throb and buck inside her mouth. She felt the pump and pound of blood and sensation through it, the way it swelled her lips apart and thudded at the back of her throat and all along the length of her tongue.
She felt her cunt mouth open wide, hesitate, and then crush tightly around the warm, velvety tongue fucking in and out of it. Her knees shuddered and squeezed around the slim body between them. She felt her ass cupped in the firm hands and tipped slightly so that her pussy lifted upward and opened in a lewd way.
Then it started. The great, pounding waves of orgasm. They crashed through her and shook her body, tossing it to and fro, as if a terribly pent-up dam had burst and poured forth.
"Nnnnnngh!" she squealed tightly in the back of her throat.
"Yeah! Ahhhhhh, God!" Stan bellowed. "She's hot! She's sucking! God, she's going to get it all! Drink, drink! Swallow every drop, you hot-assed phony bitch! Here it comes! Yaaaaaaaagh!"
Through the dizziness of her spinning emotions, Ellen was aware of the quick jerking of his cock, the pulsing swell of the spongy head at the back of her throat.
Then she was gulping and swallowing and yelling silently at the same time. His sperm hosed and boiled from his big prick, shooting and splashing into the back of her throat and down into her stomach.
Her lips sucked and pulled greedily, their motions automatic, unconscious, a reflex learned years and years ago. Her tongue slithered heatedly up and down the jetting shaft, milking and massaging, pulling the wads of sperm up from his full balls until they were empty.
It came and came. She shuddered and twisted, unable to believe the intensity of it. It had never been like this. She'd never come this hard – not that she could remember. If she'd remembered its being like this, she might not have gone without all that time.
Her pussy lips fluttered and spasmed about Velma's thrusting tongue. She could feel her cunt walls shudder. She could feel them leaking and draining pussy honey in quantities she never would have believed possible.
She could even feel her tight asshole pulsing in and out, as if it wanted fucking, too.
The thought made her gasp and whimper. She wrenched her head to the side, and Stan's prick slipped from her mouth, coated with sperm and saliva, smearing her lips with it.
"Ahhhh, God!" she cried aloud, feeling liquid run warmly down her chin. "No! No!"
She sobbed harshly. Her body tingled all over. She was still shuddering with the final pulses of her orgasm. Her pussy was sodden with her shameful flow of cunt honey, and the tissues were red and swollen with evidence of her wanton lust.
She felt totally devastated, utterly foul. She'd done it. After all this time, she'd done it again. And time hadn't erased the feeling of depravity and fright afterward, the sinking feeling that she'd done something unspeakably base.
And she had. Now that it was over and she was not overcome by gasping emotion, she could see that she had degraded herself beyond belief.
Ellen Chidsey, wife of Burke Chidsey, prominent jeweler and civic leader, whose heritage went back to the founders of the state and to the state senate – she had let the sexual assault of a criminal animal and his girl friend drive her to impossible heights of orgasmic bliss.
She had sucked a rank, unwashed cock and swallowed the boiling flow from it greedily. She had suffered the sucking and fucking of another girl's mouth on her virtuous pussy and had loved it!
God! She knew she shouldn't have let her emotions take over! There was nothing left but debasement and shame again.
Gram! Gram – I didn't mean it! She cried inwardly. Qhhhhhh, God, Gram! Never again – never, never!
"Ahhhh, Christ, my prick's burning!" Stan groaned, his head back, his hand wrapped around the stiff, throbbing shaft. "She sucked the shit out of it and it's still blazing!"
He wheeled around, his lips pulled back in a grimace, his cock jutting redly from his pants. He began jacking it, trying to ease the terrible flaming sensations tingling through his cock, making it feel as if it would shatter with the merest touch.
He paid no attention to Ellen. He didn't see her lick her wet, drooling lips and choke. He didn't hear her moans of self-recrimination. There was nothing in the world for him at that moment but the flaming shaft in the circle of his fingers.
"Ohhhh, honey," Velma moaned, seeing his condition. She stood. She wiped the glistening pussy juice from her face. She pushed her pants and panties to the floor.
"Ah! Ahhhh, Christ!" Stan cried again, staggering toward the bed. To watch him, one would think he'd been stopped right at the peak of his orgasm.
"I'll take care of it, honey!" Velma cried, pushing her curving body against him, making him turn onto his back on the bed.
She wasted no time. She swung her leg over his body. She positioned her open middle right over his flaming prick. She spread her puffy pussy lips wide with the tips of her fingers and moved her hips and pelvis around until his cock-head was at her cunt mouth. Then she sank down over his prick and sucked the whole burning length of it up into her wet, ready cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck!" Stan bellowed. "God, fuck my prick with that slippery cunt, baby! Shit, here I come! Already! Baby!"
"Give it to me, Stan! God, pour it up my pussy where it belongs, honey! You know my hot pussy's the only place that wonderful prick should be! Ohhhhh, Stan, when are you ever going to learn that this is your home!"
"Yaaaaaaagh!" Stan bellowed, jerking his hips into the air, shoving his prick into her ready pussy to the throbbing root.
"Me, too! Ohhhhh, I love your exciting prick, baby! Me too! I'm coming with you, honey! Ahhhhhhhheeeeee!"
Ellen turned her head toward the direction of the sounds. It was a normal thing, something she would look at if she could see.
She gasped. She could see.
The blindfold was still over her eyes, but the wrenching of Stan's hands in her hair had shifted it slightly so that there was a thin spot in the fabric over her right eye.
She couldn't see clearly, but she could see. What she saw made her heart pound and her shameless pussy twitch in spite of her resolve that it would dictate to her no more.
Velma's T-shirt was up over her big, pointed tits. The firm cones jutted and jiggled. The nipples stretched from the ends like ruby nubs.
Her naked ass was round and tight and lushly wide. It shook and swiveled and pumped back and forth. Ellen could see the girl's mound, the blonde fuzz of her pubes.
She could see the puffy cunt lips, too, the way they separated succulently around the thick cock imbedded between them. She saw them slide up and down the orgasming shaft, her vaginal muscles milking and sucking.
The spike of her clit peeped between the fleshy lips at the top of her cleft. It was unusually long. It throbbed redly as the girl came and tossed her head and squealed out her orgasm.
But what caught Ellen's eye, what she really stared at through the thin spot in the black blindfold, was Stan's jamming, stuffing, bucking cock.
The weave of material made the vision fuzzy, but it didn't hide the quick revulsion that swept through her.
She had sucked that cock. She had swallowed the white syrup that spurted from it. She could see a foaming sample of it right now at the mouth of Velma's quivering pussy flesh as the stuff blasted up into her succulent cunt and drained backwards and was whipped to a froth by the stirring and pumping of his cock in the girl's flowing cunt.
Ellen wanted to gag. She felt her throat constrict. She even tipped her head forward slightly. Her body seemed to catch. And then she shuddered instead.
She shook all over, her cunt tunnel squeezing and sucking just the way Velma's pussy was doing right now at the peak of her orgasm. Tingles went all through her body, even to her fingertips and the ends of her swollen tits.
God, she'd come again! She'd had an orgasm!
Ellen gasped. A long, low moan escaped her lips. She'd just imagined it. And yet her pussy felt warm and lush, fluid and silky inside. And the warmth was spreading through her abdomen so that there was no doubt.
Shameless, foul!
That's what she was. Gram had been right all along. There was no way she would ever change, no matter how hard she tried, no matter who she married or what airs she put on.
An adult woman who sat tied to a chair, in fear of her life, at the mercy of her frightening, animalistic kidnappers who had just assaulted her and raped her – such a woman, peering through the worn threads of her blindfold until she had a voyeuristic orgasm, was beyond redemption. Utterly worthless!