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.