The shreds of her ruined panties dangled around her swollen cuntlips as she tried to work that awful thing free from her pussy. But her movements only added increased fire to the throbbing pressure that seized her now. She was no longer a person with free will. She was slave to that tickle inside her. Her mouth was open, drool spilling out.

Then Sam was on his side, keeping her on her side, pushing her down as he slid upwards so that his cock.

"Ohhhh… please… mmmm!"

His swollen cock glided over the surface of her spasming tongue. There was a sky rocket up inside her cunt… she was on the tip of it riding through space. And Sam's thick prick was forcing the muscles of her throat apart.

She gagged and her throat closed down spasmodically around the spongy crown. Sam gave a growl of pleasure.

"Suck my cock good, you bitch!"

"Mmmmm… ahhhh!"

Marcia sucked wildly. She knew it was not really her there with a cock in her mouth and something else up inside wet pussy. It was another part of her, a part she'd never met. She didn't want to run her tongue up the veined, swollen cock that burst her cheeks. But she did.

She lapped hungrily at the hard, hot cock, fluttered her tongue hard against the taut head of his prick. She sucked because when she stopped, Sam forced her head forward, forced his prick deep, deep into her throat like he was doing now. She bucked and jerked as the gagging reflex took over in her mind. Sam began to slide his hips forward and back. She lay on her side, so weak… so weak, and yet burning as the itching goodness burst in her cunt.

She pretended not to be so afraid and she wasn't. She didn't have to pretend to like what was happening to her cunt. The ravishing pleasure was beyond her control. Her pussy was jerking tight around the slick plastic of the vibrator and she tossed wildly on the bed, flopping her firm ass around.