"Mmmmm!" Sharon groaned, closing her eyes with delicious ecstasy. Her pussy was on fire, her throat molding itself around his spurting cock. She gave out another gurgle of pleasure, lapping down more of his cum.

"Suck it faster," Brad said, feeling his jism slosh backward when her throat was full. "Don't miss a Goddamned drop."

Sharon didn't want to let any of the creamy globs escape her mouth, either, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. A few seconds later, twin streams of cum ran from the corners of her mouth, hung like milky spider webs from her chin, then attached themselves to the hollow of her neck.

"All of it, baby!" Brad gasped, shoving in the bulk of his massive load. "Screw it right."

Before she could even begin to sort things out. She moved over to the couch and plopped down. As she leaned back, she let her mind go over all that had happened. She had gone over there, like a good neighbor, to welcome them, and he had tied her up and raped her mouth with that horrible cock!

She should untie herself, walk over to the telephone and report this to the police. Yes, that would be the sane thing to do.

She would tell them that she had gone over there, voluntarily, and had practically eaten him up with her eyes, and then had an orgasm while she sucked him off. Sure, they'd really believe that.

And what made you go over there? the police would ask.

Why, I was cramming my hairbrush in my pussy and sucking on a candle, thinking about him.

Jesus, what an idiot I am!

Well, at least he owes me an apology, she thought. He should come over here and tell me he's sorry. Yes, that's right. If he comes over here and apologizes, I just might forgive him. And then, we could start all over. My way.