dick.
NOW!”
Conner began to open his
mouth very slowly as if to bide time to think of a way to get out
of this, but there was no getting out of it. He was going to have
to go through with it just to survive and to get the help that Liz
needed soon. The very tip of his tongue touched the shaft of his
dad’s penis and then Megan screamed, “Wait, wait. Please, let me do
it with him.” No heroes Megan. Did you
fucking forget? No fucking heroes! Nightmare jerked his head up when she screamed out. He looked
as if he was going to kill her for interrupting his sick game, but
then a dramatic change took ahold of his face. His eyes went big
with a look of surprise. He was looking directly at Megan. His
mouth fell open in awe at what he was seeing. It was scaring the
hell out of her the way he was gawking at her.
“Holy sweet jesus,” Nightmare said and
licked his lips.
“What?” Megan said fearfully in a
scratchy voice; her big brown eyes wide and full of
terror.
His eyes weren’t on her face
but rather the small, spot of blood that was painted on her inner
thigh. She noticed his eyes looking downward. She helped Liz up off
her lap and looked down. She covered her mouth in horror. This can’t be happening. Not this. Not now, she thought. The evening’s events had evidently
stirred up Megan’s poor hormones and now her period was upon
her.
As if the father son blowjob
game had never even occurred, Nightmare stalked slowly to the couch
where Megan was sitting. His eyes never leaving her blood stained
inner thigh. She was covering herself down there. But that dirty
ol’ wolf could smell her no matter what. He kneeled down right in
front of her. He looked like an explorer who had discovered an
ancient relic of great value. Megan was as stiff as a board. So was
Nightmare. His look of astonishment clung to his face as he slowly
drew his sawed off shot gun close to her legs. She began to tremble
as it touched her skin. He started to part her legs with the gun.
The thick, heavy odor of her blood and vagina attacked his senses
but that didn’t stop him from opening her legs all the way. She was
bleeding pretty heavily. Her pubic hair was colored red. He licked
his lips and slid the barrel of the gun up and down on her blood
red lips. She shrieked lightly as if startled. Her hands were
holding on tight to the couch. And then he pushed the gun inside
her. She jumped up and her mouth was wide open with terror at what
was happening to her. He pushed it in further. Her death grip on
the couch slowly loosened and she found herself touching his hands,
helping him guide the gun inside her. Everyone one in the room was
watching them. Even Liz, despite her worsening condition 418 450 500 535 up,up up and away.
Nightmare’s eyes were wild with
excitement. The thrusts became harder. Megan closed her eyes and
pushed his hands away. He backed away and sat on the floor in front
of her, smelling her sex, watching her masturbate with his shot
gun. She moaned out loud as she gripped the handle of the gun; it’s
black steel shaft dipping in and out of her bloody vagina. Her head
leaned back on the couch. Her face was flush with burning, sexual
excitement. She drove it in harder. More moans of pleasure. Eyes
closed and head back, living in the moment, feeling strong and in
control of herself. A little smile creased on her face because she
felt herself getting ready to orgasm and oh sweet jesus how she
loved those fucking orgasms, but she was also smiling because she
had the gun; the gun she would use to kill Nightmare with when she
was done impaling her eighteen year old bloody vagina. Her mouth
formed a big O as she began to orgasm and she inhaled a loud,
almost crying breath as her pussy quivered like a massive
earthquake. Female fluid and blood sifted through her fingers and
onto her hand. She screamed.
And then it was done.
Her body was shaking from her strong
orgasm. It left a mess on Conner’s couch. Surely there was a