Chapter 6

“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 cuming 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.” be 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.