Any other time she might have enjoyed his cum. After all, he did have a big, delicious looking cock – if he would only wash once in a while, and all that cum would really hit the spot if she really wanted it.

Wanted it?

How could any girl want cum from a man who was raping her mouth? It was disgusting.

Still, she couldn't deny that the back of her throat was tingling with pleasure. And her pussy had even begun to throb. The sensations filled Debby with shame and humiliation.

It would be one thing to be assaulted like this, but to even mildly enjoy it? It was unthinkable. She made every effort possible to ignore the surging warmth inside her cunt, the dark greed of her throat.

Fortunately Greg pulled away just when Debby didn't think she could control herself any longer. When his rigid cum-coated cock slipped from her mouth and slapped his stomach, she turned her head and closed her eyes, gasping for air. A trickle of cum oozed against her lips and she spit.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Greg said. "You used to eat on my cock like it was a fucking sucker. Don't you like it any more?"

"I hate it," Debby said, her body shaking with disgust. "You stink, you bastard."

"Well, I'll be Goddamned, you've turned into a regular Girl Scout," Greg laughed sadistically. "I remember when you'd crawl between my legs and practically suck my cock right off."

"I was young," Debby said, giving him a hard look.

"Yeah, I remember," Greg said. "But I sure made a woman of you that night I busted your cherry to pieces, didn't I? All that blood and cum running down your legs. Ah, that was sweet."

"Don't remind me," Debby said, flushing with shame. "I just want to forget all about you… and then." She looked up at him, anger flashing in her emerald-green eyes. "Would you untie me now? You've had your fun."