"Hey, you liked my prick, didn't you?" Mike said, lifting his head from her tits. "You popped your nuts!"

"I did not!" Wanda protested heatedly. "How could you even think such a thing, you bastard?"

While she spoke, she felt the blood rise in her cheeks, her mind burn with shame.

How could it have happened? she wondered. It just didn't seem possible! Ta actually climax under these circumstances. She felt the coppery taste of vomit at the back of her throat.

"Well, if you didn't like that fuck," Mike said slowly, "let's see if you like eating on my big cock."

Now Wanda had a new horror to consider. In the future, every time she kissed Stan, she would remember that she'd had his son's cock in her mouth.

She just wouldn't suck his cock! Never!

"I won't," she said, turning her face away. "If you try, I'll bite your prick off, you bastard."

"You do, and you're a dead lady," Mike said, his voice a dark growl.

His words sent a shiver of terror up and down Wanda's spine. He probably would kill me if I try anything, she thought. But what words can I say to keep him from forcing me to suck his cock?

"No… please!" Wanda begged, her eyes wide with fear. "God, fuck me again. Do anything – but not that. Please?"

"Come on, open up your little mouth like a birdie," Mike laughed, pulling his cum-stained cock from her cunt.

He moved upward over her body, then planted his knees in her armpits.

"Want to kiss my prick a little first?"

Although Wanda wanted to turn away, the sight of his jism-coated prick seemed to freeze every muscle in her body. And up this close, his cockshaft seemed even bigger than his father's! His prick was like some kind of evil snake, puffing out as it bobbed up and down just over her tits.

"Don't make me do it," she whispered, feeling the back of her throat constrict with an undeniable hunger. "Please, Mike – don't do this to me."