Chapter 126: [126] Perverted MadHole

Every filthy curse that exploded from Anna’s young, tear-streaked lips landed on Marcella’s body like a hard, pleasurable slap across her fat, panty-clad ass. Her stomach felt hollow and light; a dizzy, giddy heat crawled up her spine and settled into a deep, throbbing ache in her cunt.

“BITCCHH—GET LOST—MY DADDY IS MARRIED TO MY MOTHER—HE HAS A WIFE—YOU DIRTY—FILTHY—WHORE—!!”

Marcella’s eyes darkened — not with anger, but with pure, dark, dripping amusement.

Anna was screaming those insults to disgust her, but with the twisted, perverted brain Marcella possessed, every word only made her wetter. Her thick nipples stiffened into hard peaks against the tight white bra, clearly visible through the strained fabric.

She locked eyes with Anna, her own curving into mocking, crescent-shaped slits of pleasure. Then, right in front of the girl’s disbelieving, tear-flooded stare, she lowered her parted, spit-shiny mouth and slowly, deliberately took the swollen, wet, precum-smeared cockhead past her soft lips.

“AHHHHH—YOUU—WHORE—TAKE YOUR FILTHY LIPS OFF MY DADDY’S COCK—!!” Anna screamed, voice cracking into pure, broken hysteria. Her heavy young breasts bounced hard with every thrash.

Marcella hummed in deep pleasure, the vibration traveling straight down the shaft.

She swirled her hot, slimy tongue in slow, filthy, possessive circles around the sensitive head, thick masculine musk flooding her nose and sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight down her spine to her dripping cunt. Her stretched, plump red lips sealed tightly and sucked hard with wet, greedy pressure, then pulled off with a loud, filthy POP. A thick, shiny string of saliva still connected her lower lip to the glistening cockhead, stretching obscenely before breaking. Her tongue continued to tease the slit, lapping, prodding, and trying to push inside as if she wanted to fuck the tiny opening with her dirty tongue.

Anna could see every high-definition, stomach-churning detail, the way that filthy tongue kept assaulting her daddy’s most sensitive flesh right in front of her.

Marcella drank in the horrified, devastated expression on Anna’s face and decided to push even further. She curled the fingers of her right hand tightly around the thick, hot base of Daniel’s cock and began stroking her “finger-pussy” up and down… up and down… with long, deliberate, wet strokes.

The shaft was already slick with precum, but she wanted it wetter, filthier, and shinier. She uncurled her fingers, gathered a thick, heavy wad of saliva in her mouth, and spat a fat glob onto her open palm with a wet ptoo. Then she wrapped her soaked hand around his girth again and started gliding up and down with long, twisting, filthy strokes.

SHLICK—SHLICK—GLURRB—SHLICK—SHLICK—

Dirty, wet, obscene stroking sounds filled the room as she smeared her thick saliva all over his hot, veined meat until the entire length shone like it had been polished. Daniel’s cock twitched hard in her fist; his powerful thighs trembled and flexed. Marcella grinned, eyes half-lidded. Her left hand crawled down between his legs and cupped the heavy, warm, wrinkled balls beneath, squeezing and rolling them gently in her soft palm.

The moment she grabbed his balls, his cock and thighs jerked even harder. A fresh bead of precum welled up and rolled down to meet her stroking fingers.

Her hot lips parted. Thick strings of fresh saliva dripped onto the cockhead like clear honey. She gathered another heavy wad and spat directly into the sensitive slit, watching the clear fluid fill and overflow the tiny opening. Her stroking hand slid up; her thumb rubbed the thick glob of spit into the slit in slow, filthy, circular motions, smearing it everywhere. Then she resumed the rapid, wet, twisting up-and-down strokes while leaning down and pressing a soft, open-mouthed, wet, lingering kiss against the hot, wrinkled skin of his heavy balls, tongue flicking out to taste the musky flesh.

“YOU—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HOW CAN YOU SUCK HIM?! LEAVE HIM—HE ISN’T YOURS!! THAT COCK BELONGS TO MY MOTHER!!” Anna thrashed so violently the heavy chair groaned and scraped. Her wrists turned a brutal, angry red against the metal cuffs; tiny beads of blood appeared where the metal bit deepest. Her heavy young breasts jiggled and bounced hard with every movement; the thin straps of her dress slid further down her shoulders, the tiny bust cups barely holding the soft, flushed mounds in place.

“DON’T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME—YOU HAVE A HUSBAND—YOU’RE CHEATING ON HIM—BITCH—PULL THAT FILTHY MOUTH OF YOURS AWAY FROM THAT THICK—GULP—COCK!!” Kira screamed, voice shaking. Her own eyes were hazy, wet, and locked helplessly on the filthy detail of Marcella’s thick fingers gliding up and down the shiny, spit-polished shaft. A fresh gush of wetness soaked her panties.

Marcella turned her face toward them. A thick, shiny string of saliva still connected her plump lips to the skin of Daniel’s balls, stretching and swaying. She grinned, eyes half-lidded with pure lust.

“This belongs to your mother?” she asked softly, almost sweetly.

“What a joke.”

Her voice suddenly darkened, cold, absolute, and dripping with possession. The shift in atmosphere was so sharp that both screaming girls fell silent, sensing the danger in the air.

“This is my Dany’s cock. And I am the sole owner of this cock.”

“YOUU—BITCHHHH!!!” Anna gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached, eyes stabbing pure hatred and heartbreak at the older woman.

Marcella kept her left hand firmly cupping and gently squeezing his balls. She lifted her head, then climbed fully over Daniel’s naked body. She planted her knees on either side of his head so her fat, panty-clad ass hovered and jiggled just above his face, the damp crotch only inches from his mouth. Leaning forward, she pressed her massive K-cup breasts against his stomach; the soft, heavy weight spread and molded across his abs like warm dough. In a perfect, filthy 69 position, mouth hovering above his cock, right hand still stroking wetly, left hand still holding his balls, she began speaking in a voice thick with lust while the wet, filthy sounds of her hand job never stopped for even a second.

SHLICK—SHLICK—GLURRB—SHLICK—SHLICK—GLURK—

“Let me tell you a story…”

“There once lived a young girl. She lived with her parents… or rather, she lived alone, because her parents were always too busy with work and never had time to play with her.

Just like every other day, she was playing alone in the park, sliding down the playground slide over and over because she had no friends to play real games with. For some reason, everyone avoided her. But that day something different happened…

She rode the slide down. At the exact same moment a boy’s face appeared at the bottom. Her mouth opened wide to scream.

The boy turned toward the sound, eyes widening. He tried to stand, but she was already there, her long skirt billowing from the wind, creating a hollow tunnel of fabric—

THUUPP

The girl’s long skirt swallowed the boy’s entire face and slapped him hard with her soft, warm bottom.

After they both scrambled up, the boy bowed again and again, apologizing. The girl just stood there, dazed. He was too handsome… and he was smiling at her while talking, something people almost never did.

She learned he had just moved in next door. They became neighbours.

After that day they started playing together and became very good friends. Their parents met and also became friends.

Time passed. They graduated high school and entered the same college. The boy was easy-going and extroverted. The girl was an introvert with no interest in anyone else.

The boy made new friends easily. He was handsome, his family was rich. Many other girls — hot, sexy girls who wore short skirts that flashed their panties with every normal step — crowded around him. He started going to clubs and pubs with his new friends while the girl stayed alone. She never tried to make other friends. She only wanted him.

She glared at the girls who joked and laughed with him in those tiny skirts while she herself wore modest dresses.

Time flew by.

She realized she couldn’t get his face out of her mind. She wanted to be by his side every second. But with those new bitches hovering around him, she no longer received the same amount of his time. She started hating his new friends.

More time passed and the truth hit her: she was in love with him. But she had watched too many animes. She knew childhood friends were never chosen. They existed only for comedy relief. Her mentality twisted. She began stalking him, secretly taking pictures to paste on her walls and inside her diary. She was already far gone, but the fear of rejection gnawed at her constantly.

Then came the shocking news. A girl proposed to him. He rejected her… but the alarm bells in her head went wild. That same day another bombshell dropped: her own family had to move to another country because of her parents’ jobs. She lost her mind. The thought of never seeing him every day drove her psychotic. What gnawed at her even more was the certainty that some other bitch would steal him forever.

So she researched what could permanently bind a man.

The internet gave her one clear answer: a child.

Of course she couldn’t simply ask him for a child. After debating with herself countless times, she chose the only desperate option left.

She decided to drug him… and rape him—”

“WAIT—YOU RAPED HIM?!”

Anna, Kira, and even Lara barked the same words at the exact same time, voices overlapping in pure shock.

Lara’s heart shook violently inside her chest. Daniel had never mentioned any story-telling segment in the plan. Why was Marcella talking about this? Was any of it true? Everything had suddenly become far more confusing and far more dangerous while the wet, filthy sounds of Marcella’s hand still stroking that thick, spit-shined cock continued without pause.