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CHAPTER SIX

"Ungh! Aaaagh!" she gasped.

His sinking cock triggered her gag reflex, that instinctive mechanism meant to expel foreign bodies from the throat.

But nature could not have prepared any human to swallow fourteen inches of throbbing hot prick powered by a man who weighed close to three hundred pounds.

With his hands locked, fingers laced behind her head, Angela had no choice but to take it, gagging or not.

He loved her wild wrenching contractions. Max hadn't met a woman yet who didn't gag on his giant cock the first time. And that was always the best. Even those that thought they were accomplished cocksuckers suffered when he filled their throats with all his hot meat.

Angela felt dizzy, her brain starved for oxygen. She couldn't draw a breath when his cock was deep inside her, and not much when he pulled back between spearing thrusts.

Her mind in a foggy state, of disarray, she wondered if Danny had any idea what she went through for him. Or if she would even have the courage to tell him about his latest misadventure. He would feel humbled and perhaps never want her again if he knew she'd been forced to take in a cock thicker and longer than his.

Mental anguish added to the torment of having her throat fucked full to the bursting point. She rasped sounds of extreme distress. Her whole ripe body quaked. Her throat heaved in spasms, it was agony, and yet it was delight at the same time.

Danny had become so demanding, so insensitive to her needs. Max and his lewd desires seemed hardly a step beyond. And he didn't demand that she wait on him… only on the paying customers. For that she would receive a salary, and all the tips her luscious tits could attract.

Max reached down to squeeze her creamy bit tit mounds.

Angela was sucking happily now, enjoying rather than resisting her gagging torment. Finding pleasure where there had been only pain made his giant cock glide more smoothly.

She rippled her throat muscles in rolling waves of affection now. Her tongue flicked anxiously, her lip sucked hard when he drew back.

"Hhhaaa, you do know how to make a man happy," Max said in a tone of high praise. "The man who left you should have his fucking bead examined."

He squeezed her tits, moaning as her large nipples swelled aching hard beneath his whirling thumb tips.

Angela was now glad that her throat was gorged with hot prick so she wouldn't have to make any kind of reply.

She doubted that even lewd Max would understand or condone her incestuous relationship with her son. Nor did she think that any man could understand the love-hate relationship that had developed so quickly between them.

Danny's unsympathetic demands were worse than those of marriage. She enjoyed taking in a cock bigger and better than his just for spite. And, when she got home, she was determined to regain control of her life, not remain her thankless son's humble sex slave.

She moaned sounds of pleasure between throat-filling thrusts. She hoped that Max's cock would not remain deep in her throat so long that she strangled. That worry made her throat wrench violently and, the contractions delighted him.

"You love it, don't you?" Max said with a beaming grin.

She groaned, trying to nod her head.

"So let me feel your lips and tongue move," Max demanded.

Angela tried, sighing in frustration. The thickness of his cock strained her mouth and filled it so much that she found it hard to move any part other face.

"That's a little better," he growled. "Keep it up and tease my balls with your hands. I want to give you a big load of cum!"

She worried about that, wondering if she could go without breathing long enough to swallow it all. Max had a pair of balls bigger than hen's eggs hanging in a hairy sac of flesh.

Angela stroked his balls timidly with her fingertips, working them gently, feeling the vibrant stir of his steaming hot jism. He grunted sounds of fierce delight, holding her head while he fucked her face mercilessly.

Her throat rippled and squeezed tighter as her fears increased. Max liked that. His huge body strained, breath rasping, his balls heaving with their heavy load.

"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He rammed his giant cock to the root and ground his wiry mat of cock hair against her lips.

Angela's eyes bulged and she saw stars when his prick surged in her throat and let go. Cum jetted in spurts so fast that it seemed like a steady stream. It shot deep and she tried to swallow, but the size of his prick made that almost impossible.

Silver-white cum backed up in her throat, flooding around the pulsating shaft of his cock. She felt it rising like flood water, a force that she was powerless to cope with or resist. Cum filled her mouth and puffed her cheeks, bubbling out to gloss her lips.

Beads like pearls dripped down her chin and onto her big tits. And Max began pumping his cock again, anxious to have her wring out every last drop.

His cock worked like a plunger, forcing jism down her throat as he powered into her, making it gush from her overfilled mouth at the same time.

Angela felt the creamy cum all over her tits, and still he kept cumming without letup.

"I've been too long without a waitress," Max said with a grunt. "A whole week's worth of jizz is what you're getting."

She wondered how much more there could be, and if she could remain conscious without breathing long enough to take it all. A dizzy feeling of lewd delight swept over her. Danny's overworked balls would have had to unload three times to match what Max had fucked down her throat already.

Angela had more cum dripping on her luscious tits than an average man carried in a single load. She felt the slick hot beads of cum on her nipples, and more dropped into her tangle of cunt hair. Her mind swirled, dazed by the wet heat of his cum. It seeped in through every pore.

She gurgled and moaned, her arms too weak to fondle his balls anymore. She let her hands drop into her lap, her body swaying. But for being rooted on his gushing prick, she'd have fallen on her side. As it was, Angela remained upright, but as helpless as a speared fish. She felt consciousness slipping away.

Finally Max gave a roar of satisfaction and pulled his cock back.

She gasped anxiously, sucking in more creamy cum than needed air. Angela coughed and sputtered, spewing out more jism that ran down to glaze her tits and pussy mound.

No climax erupted to reward her, only a thankful feeling of relief. Her cum-smeared tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and he watched her, licking his lips with a tongue that looked like two pounds of beef liver.

"Lie down on the bed," he told her. "I'm not through with you yet."

"No more. Not right now," she begged. "Let me rest a moment."

His thick cum had a rank taste, bitter and pungent. And when she spoke, more of it dribbled from her lips. Angela felt like she was swimming in it.

Max lifted her, mindless of the woman's muttered pleas. He pushed her toward the bed, a metal-frame bunk with a lumpy mattress and a dirty sheet.

Angela sagged down with a weary sigh, her head still reeling as she fought to regain her breath.

Max pushed her down on her back and straddled her flaring hips, rubbing his hands all over her cum-slick tits.

"Jism is just like beauty cream," he said. "It keeps your skin young and smooth."

She groaned. The film of spilled jism made his rough hands glide on her pillowy tits. Her nipples swelled hard and began to throb.

Max chuckled and eased backward, working his hands down to rub in the jism that had smeared her belly. Then he massaged some into her pussy mound. It left her cunt hair sheening like precious mink.

His cock swelled back to full hardness while fondling her lush body.

Not having shared his climax left Angela anxious, and his roving hands spread the heat of desire.

He grinned and grabbed his cock, working it up and down in the slit of her wet cunt. Her pussy lips were wet with spilled jism and simmering honey that came from within.

A cockhead nearly the size of her fist pressed and twisted against her juicy clit. Max wagged his huge prick up and down, then side to side.

She gasped limply, gazing again in shock at the size of his cock. Angela winced, more frightened than a timid virgin. "They called me Horse Cock when I was in the Marines," he said proudly, circling his bloated cockhead around on her clit.

"I-I can see why," Angela cringed, trying to measure the length of his prick against her heaving belly, estimating how far it would reach in. To the pit of her stomach it looked like.

She gulped and moaned.

Now was slating his cock down, pushing it into her clit slowly. The spreading strain made her pussy writhe in fearful torment.

"It's too much!" she cried. "Ooooh, it's going to rip my cunt!"

"It will if you tense up," he said, slowly pushing in more of his awesome cock length.

"Aaagggh!" Angela gritted her teeth. Her face a twisted mask of fear and torment.

"I once fucked a young whore right into the hospital," he bragged proudly. "Took six stitches to repair the damage!"

"Oooh, that's awful!"

Max laughed at her distress.

"Women," he sneered scornfully. "They're all dreaming about big cocks, and then they shit their pants when they get one."

"That's what I feel like doing," she moaned.

"That big fucker is pushing so hard on my guts."

"And you don't have all of it in you yet."

She moaned, tears watering in her dark eyes. Her fists clenched and beat on the bed. Her heels kicked and her cunt ached. "Enough! Enough!"

Angela winced and clamped her eyes shut.

Her lush body shuddered from head to toe. His enormous cock sank deeper and touched nerves that no normal prick could reach. Angela's eyes widened and her mouth gaped.

It was like being a virgin all over again.

Max leered down with spittle dripping from the lower corner of a warped grin. He rocked his hips and drilled deeper.

She gasped sounds of strickened dismay. The normal rippling motions of pleasure in her pussy weren't there. It was strained too tight and too full to move.

He pushed his cock into the hilt and ground his hairy loins against her softly padded pussy mound. Her breath gushed as his crushing weight came down on her. Angela found herself unable to breathe again. She lacked the strength to expand her lungs when he pressed down on top of her.

In her belly she felt a terrible probing. His cock seemed to push organs out of place. Slowly he drew back, arching above her like a huge bridge with a pillar of hot prick for it's center support.

She sighed, relieved for a moment.

Then he pushed back, sinking faster this time.

"Aaaagh!"

Max chuckled maliciously. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

Angela couldn't answer. She had no breath. His cock drove deep and hard, then whipped back and rammed her again. Her asshole clenched tight.

His giant prick jarred her bowels when he drove in. He fucked her viciously hard and fast, drumming his hairy loins on her anguished pussy mound. He jarred her deep inside.

Angela winced, her body straining. She'd never taken such a savage mauling, and never had she felt such cringing thrills.

It was awful what he did to her, and it was also thrilling. Angela could hardly believe it. Tortured nerves signaled pain, but her dazzled mind felt only eerie delight. She timed her anxious gasps for breath when he drew back. Then she braced for his crushing weight.

Each thrust caused a massive upheaval inside her.

Max smiled. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"

This time she took that as more than a mere figure of speech. The way his plunging prick jarred her bowels, the harder she found it to maintain control.

The dark puckered ring of her shithole clenched and shivered from the terrible strain. Max fucked relentlessly, pumping his cock so hard and fast that she couldn't even catch a breath between thrusts.

He slammed down on her and twisted, causing such pain that her tears ran down her cheeks in a steady stream. Her pussy clenched, and somewhere found the strength to move. She milked his cock with teasing undulations and tried not to think of the restless churning deeper inside.

Max began to breathe in short gasps, cock whipping her with all his might. The heated fury in his balls swelled again. They slapped against her luscious ass cheeks and made her squirm.

Both her torment and her terrible pleasure increased. Her body couldn't help responding. Over stimulated nerves flashed signals of he confusion.

She felt her body growing weak, submitting to anguish, accepting pain with weary resignation. Then, in the depths of mind-numbing depression, she began to feel a haunting tingle. Sinewy bands of cunt muscle never touched by a cock before began to respond, undulating fiercely in response to stress.

Max grunted happily. That usually happened once fear was repressed by the enormously obscene delights of his giant cock.

He enjoyed the pulsing waves that made her cunt more vibrant and willing. Her pliant cunt walls strained, but her whole pussy sheath came alive and embraced his stabbing cock shaft.

Max fucked faster and made her eyes bulge. Angela felt her climax begin with a grinding contraction that involved both her pussy and ass at the same time. It was as if his cock had teen fucking them both.

She moaned and then screamed. Her lush body became glazed with the sweat of excitement. Once cold with chilling fear, her creamy smooth skin now glowed with radiating warmth. She tensed, closing her eyes tightly. Her back arched, only to be slammed down when he drove his cock in. Then she bounded back up, gasping anxiously.

"I'm going to cum!" she cried. "I'm going to have the best climax of my whole life!"

He answered only with grunts, saving all his breath and power to jackhammer his huge prick.

Angela's heart raced. She could feel the rapid thud of her pulse in her temples, as if her head might suddenly swell and explode.

She felt spasms of tormented delight in her pussy, a writhing motion that rippled upward from deeper than ever before. Even her bowels were heaving in obscene delight.

Max roared as his cock fired. Jism shot into her womb and filled her with unfamiliar heat. Her guts wrenched, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Orgasmic contractions churned deep and rippled up the cum-slick length of his cock. He drove in hard again and gave her another searing hot gush of cum cream that so warmed her insides that her bowels let go, voiding themselves as he filled her cunt.

Angela didn't realize what had happened at first. The purging of her ass was a sensation of pleasure, a welcome relief that fused with the glorified confusion of an excruciating climax.

Limp and weak from shock waves of joy, Angela was shocked when Max pulled his cock out of her and she saw that she'd shit on the bed.

She groaned, ashamed and disgusted that she'd lost control.

"I told you I'd fuck the shit out of you. Now clean it up and report for work at six tomorrow morning."

Angela couldn't answer. Her face twisted, furrowing her brow, and then she burst out sobbing.

She went home in a daze, her pussy still writhing with anguished aftershocks. Her shithole cringed and clenched in shame. Never in her life had she lost control of her body so completely.

Angela found the house empty and sighed with relief. She was glad not to find Danny at borne with a hard-on. Her body needed rest and her mind too.

She poured a stiff drink and gulped down half of it, reining a little as the soothing warmth of whiskey settled in her stomach. Then she spotted the note Danny had left on the kitchen table.

Mom:

I'm with Yvonne. She got a new job at a fancy resort hotel on the coast, and I'm moving with her. I packed all the things I want. Stuff like my baseball glove and model airplanes can all go to the dump. Hope you found a job and have a good life. Know I'm going to! Tell Melinda good-bye for me. And good-bye to Dad if you see him.

Love, Danny "Oh, my God!" She began sobbing again and all the warmth drained out of her. "What about me? Danny, you didn't even say good bye to your mother?"

Despair settled on her like a gloomy cloud. Her life seemed ruined. Now her husband and son had both deserted her. Tears rained down on Danny's note until the ink smeared and she could no longer read it.

She was left with an empty house, nothing to eat and no money to buy food.

Max had laughed when she asked for an advance on her salary: "If you want charity, you're in the wrong place. The Rescue Mission is two blocks down the street. Stay there and you won't even need bus fare. You can walk to work… if you can still walk that is."

Angela thought about taking a sharp knife and slashing her wrists, but she didn't have the strength to do that. The way Max had ravaged her body, it even hurt to cry.

Hands trembling, she picked up the phone and dialed her sister's number.

"Sis – you've got to help me," she said with a wracking sob.

"Help you? I don't even want to talk to you!"

"Wh-what's the matter?"

"Melinda told me what you did to her, you and Danny."