Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to ho captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In PUTTING MOM IN CHAINS, two mothers find themselves in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sex acts, the nonetheless find within themselves hidden resources, a strength of character they never realized they had.
Although both women suffer through an unspeakably horrible experience, both come through with their sensibilities intact, each knowing that she has become more of a woman.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy Williams awoke with her wrists bound tightly. Rough hemp chafed her tender skin. She felt dizzy and lost in the dark, hardly aware of the pain in her outstretched arms at first. They were tied to the ends of a long piece of pipe and pulled over her head.
Her legs were bound to another length of pipe, spread so wide that it pained her crotch, pulled so high that Wendy's toes barely touched the floor. She swelled her chest and strained to scream, but her soft lips had been sealed by sticky tape. The young girl could only made a terrified gurgling noise.
She heard two boys laugh, and she felt the hands of one working to remove a canvas bag tied over her bead. A narrow beam of blinding light shined down from above. Around the sharp-edged circle of brilliance at her feet, there was only darkness and shadow.
Wendy wrenched her arms, frantically tossing her head. Long reddish-brown hair swirled across her back, streaming down to almost cover the young girl's ass.
Breath rasped through nostrils flared wide by her mounting fears. It felt horrifying not being able to move. The pipe bound to her legs was so heavy that she could hardly lift it. When she tried, the strain on her stretched arms and numb wrists became more than she could bear.
Two black forms emerged from the darkness just outside the cone of blinding light. They stood at the shadowy fringe, both leering at her and licking their lips-a fiendish vampire and a werewolf with fangs bared.
It was nothing supernatural, just Jeff Hunter and his cousin Bob Morgan wearing black clothes and rubber Halloween masks, but already in the grip of stark terror, poor Wendy was primed to believe the worst.
They came at her with teeth gnashing. Black-gloved hands tore at her clothes. The vampire ripped open her frilly white blouse. The werewolf slashed the front of her skirt with a sharp knife.
Their pulling and tugging made the ropes bite deeper into her bound wrists. Winding trails of bright red blood trickled down her outstretched aims. Wendy thought she was going to faint.
Both boys laughed, amused and excited by her writhing agony. She looked so cute as a helpless captive. They left the little girl hanging in just her white panties and bra, stepping back to admire their handiwork.
By their voices, she knew they were boys, maybe a year or two older than she was, but no more than that. The black outfits they wore were PE clothes-required at school-sweatpants and hooded sweatshirts with silver stripes down the sleeves and pant legs. Every boy in the suburb of Hilldale had a set like that.
But knowing they were local boys wearing masks, and not real demons, did nothing to ease her fears.
Wendy could hardly believe their cruelty. She had just moved into the neighborhood a week ago. Her parents had split up and filed for divorce. Wendy's father Bill came home from work early one day and found her mother fucking another man-a young exercise instructor from the health club where she went twice a week to workout.
Mrs. Williams went to live with the young stud who was half her age, blatantly flaunting the affair. Bill filed for divorce and was awarded custody of their only child. He quit his job and moved to Hilldale, five hundred miles from the city where Wendy was born and raised.
That was shock enough for a young girl. She missed all her friends and familiar surroundings. Now captured and stripped half naked by strangers in the new neighborhood, Wendy wanted to die. Her innocent, fawn-like eyes silently pleaded for mercy.
Jeff stripped off her white bra. Budding tits no bigger than cupcakes burst free. Wendy's taut little nipples were already rigid with cringing fear. They swelled harder and trembled with loathing when he twirled them under his thumbs.
Bob pulled down her panties and moaned when he saw the ripening dome of a young pussy that was just starting to sprout hair. He dropped to his knees and nibbled at the delicate reddish-brown wisps through the mouth-slit of his werewolf mask.
His cousin Jeff kissed her tingling nipples and raked her young tits with chilling-cold vampire fangs. Unmasked, the boys looked enough alike to be brothers. Almost twins. Both dark-haired, and dark-eyed, both tall and well-muscled for boys their age.
Jeff was older, but only by three months. His mother Sylvia and Bob's mother Sheryl were sisters, and they now lived together. Jeff's parents were recently divorced. Bob's mother was a young widow. They shared Sheryl's suburban home because that was the only way two women alone could make ends meet.
The boys didn't mind living together and sharing a room, but they got pissed off when Bill Williams rented a house across the street a week ago. The day be and Wendy moved in, Bill made a play for Jeff's mother Sylvia-going on about how pretty she was and saying that any man who let her get away from him was a damn fool.
Not more than two hours later, he was hitting on Sheryl, and now he was out with both of them. To dinner and a Friday night double feature was what their mothers had said. They told the boys to fix frozen dinners, watch TV and not wait up. Jeff and Bob knew that Bill would try to fuck one or the other. Maybe both. The bastard had that kind of look... like he could hardly keep his cock in his pants when he found two beautiful blondes living across the street.
Bill had-been hanging around their house all week using any flimsy excuse he could think of-using the phone because his wasn't hooked up yet, asking them about the school and where he might find a new job.
It really made the boys mad, especially Jeff because he was still hoping his parents might get back together. The last thing he wanted was some other man fucking his mother. Bob felt an even more sullen rage. He thought his father's memory was dishonored when his mother flirted with Bill and laughed at the dirty jokes he liked to tell.
That's what made them decide to capture Wendy and have some fun with her, to show Bill Williams and his daughter that way weren't welcome in this neighborhood. Not him anyway. Cute little Wendy was going to feel more welcome than she wanted to.
Wendy remembered now. She stayed at school late that Friday afternoon, doing homework in the library until it closed at five. Then she cut across the grassy playing field, walking home alone, sad because her parents had spit up and made a mess of her whole life.
Nothing was like it used to be. She circled the baseball diamond, going around the backstop to a gate in the chain link fence around the school yard. In the lengthening shadows, someone grabbed her from behind. Strong arms circled her chest, wrists crossing in front. Rough hands cupped her tits and squeezed hard.
A scream rose inside her, but another hand clamped a cold wet rag over her face. It had a stinging sharp smell like strong medicine. Ether or chloroform, she didn't know which. One rasping breath later, Wendy didn't know anything at all. She slumped unconscious in Jeff Hunter's arms.
They loaded Wendy in the back of a station wagon, limp as a little rag doll. Jeff slid behind the wheel. He wasn't supposed to drive his mother's car. Neither of the boys had a license, but they knew how to drive. Bob jumped in on the passenger side and Jeff gunned the engine, grinding gears as they took off.
"Slow down!" Bob said, looking back at the girl stretched out in the cargo area.
She looked so pretty, like she was asleep and having a sweet dream. He was afraid they might be stopped by a cop. Jesus, they'd be in real trouble then!
They got home without being stopped. Jeff backed into the garage. They unloaded Wendy, who was still limp and blissfully unaware, then he parked in the driveway and dosed the garage door, locking it tight from inside just in case one of-the neighbors got curious.
It had taken three afternoons of hard work to fix the garage the way they wanted it-to put heavy eye-screws into the rafters and rig pulleys, to black out the back window with a tarp and put up the spotlight that was now shining down on little Wendy.
Bob licked her almost-hairless pussy, tonguing into her narrow pussy-slit. He liked the way that made her writhe and moan, trying to pull away from him. She couldn't-the heavy pipe bound to her ankles kept hauling her back.
Wendy sobbed and wanted to scream, but she couldn't make more than pained, pathetic sounding moans. Bob could hardly believe he was kissing and sucking real pussy. Excitement made his heart race, beating so hard and fast that it sounded like thunder in his own ears.
Jeff was now kissing one of Wendy's firm young tits, rasping her tingling hard nipple with up-and-down strokes of his tongue.
The boys were both virgins; too young, too awkward and shy to come on strong with girls at school. Not like that fucking Bill Williams who had a warm, easy grin and a line of bullshit that would easily charm a woman right out of her pants.
Fuck the charm and sly talk that would take them years to learn. This was easier. They already had Wendy out of her pants, and her little pussy was so hot she could hardly stand it.
Wendy had never kissed a boy before. No one had ever touched her tits. Plenty wanted to, but her parents were very strict. They would not even let her go to well-chaperoned school dances in their old hometown.
She had trouble making sense of their strict rules. Wendy knew her mother was fucking that exercise instructor three months before her father found out. The girl had come home early from school one day and heard them in the bedroom.
Her mother was screaming at the top of her lungs, pumping her hips so hard and fast that the bed creaked and groaned beneath her.
The two of them made terrible noises-grunting animal sounds punctuated by lewd screams and the slap of hot flesh.
Wendy started coming home early twice a week just to listen to them. Sometimes it sounded like her mother was being hurt. Badly hurt.
"Oh, God! Your cock is too big! It's killing me! It's tearing me apart!"
But then a little later, Wendy would hear her mother beg to be fucked harder and faster.
"Stick it deeper! Hummm, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Wendy couldn't understand it. In the end, her mother shrilled and wailed, as if the most wonderful thing in the world had just happened to her. And she always begged for more cock. She would sigh deeply, breathing moans of pleasure, and plead with her boyfriend to fuck her again.
How could her mother do such a thing? How could she enjoy what that young man did to her? Wendy only wanted to beg these boys to stop their lapping tongues and grabbing hands always made her feel sick.
Bob clamped his hands on Wendy's asscheeks and drilled his tongue into her tight pussy. She gasped and squirmed, utterly helpless and sick with disgust. He fingered the tight puckered rim of her shithole, making the girl go wild.
Jeff swayed, sucking one nipple and then the other, pulling her creamy tit-cones deep in his mouth, mauling them with his hungry lips.
"Ungh!" she groaned. "Aaagh!"
Tears streamed down Wendy's rosy cheeks, splashing her tits with a salty taste.
"You get her pussy wet yet?" Jeff asked as be gulped a breath.
"Shit, no! I think she's too young to have fuck honey."
"No way. She's got it. But it takes a man to get it out. You suck her tits and let me try."
Wendy's pathetic sobbing increased. Through tear-streaked eyes, she watched them trade places. The vampire opened his fanged mouth and licked her cunt. She cringed and tried to jerk back.
The werewolf bit at her nipple with two rows of jagged and sharp false teeth. His tongue lashed her taut nipple, and he sucked on her tit like a lewd fiend. Wendy's hands clenched into hard fists, but her fingers were numb. She could hardly stand what they were doing to her.
A slithering tongue probed deep into her pussy-slit. Wendy howled, hissing hot breath through her nose. Then his tongue explored the tender cleft higher up. Jeff felt a tiny nub like a shirt button and circled it with his tongue.
She groaned. Pains like pulsing electric current shot into her groin. Her body twitched and jerked. She had cried out all her tears. Her eyes winced shut, and her mind sank into a dizzying whirlpool of seething shame and disgust.
The shocking pulses came harder and faster. Jeff was sucking her clit, nibbling with his lips, swiping her tender bud with his tongue. Straining tension swelled a scream inside her. Wendy's tear-drenched cheeks puffed up because her lips were sealed. Jeff held the cheeks of her ass, not letting her small body sway. He circled the rim of her shithole with the tips of his middle fingers.
A new flood of tears streamed down her cheeks and spattered her tits even though her eyes remained tightly closed.
Then the finger circling her asshole pressed harder and wiggled in. She moaned, arching to escape the terrible obscene intrusion. Jeff chomped on her swollen clit-bud and made her lurch back.
Wendy's soft, milk-white skin was glazed with cold sweat. She felt shivering chills in her tits, her pussy and her asshole. They were-ravaging her, doing things an innocent little girl could never have imagined-not in her wildest dreams.
He had a finger in her asshole and his tongue in her cunt. They thrust into her fuck-holes in perfect unison. Wendy felt searing hot pains. And the other boy was sucking and tongue-whipping her nipples so that she thought they might start to bleed.
Then something eerie and completely unexpected happened to her. Wendy felt damp warmth seeping from her cunt. It wasn't piss. She was too terribly frightened to have to go. Its blood, she thought. In a sex-education class at her old school, the teacher had said there might be traces of blood when a girl's cherry was torn.
But she felt more than traces. This was a flood! Something slick and warm like blood was rushing from the depths of her cunt. Wendy's mind swirled in a mist, of pain and terror. She thought he had torn something inside her. Spasms, like painful muscle cramps, began far back in her pussy. That seemed to confirm her worst fears.
Jeff knew he had finally heated up her cunt, that any minute now Wendy would come to a climax-probably the first in her young life. Thinking about that made his dick throb fiercely. His prick swelled and strained the front of his sweat pants. Bob's prick was hard and surging too.
Jeff sucked and savored the musky taste of her dripping fuck-honey. Older guys who'd eaten pussy had told him bow strong the taste was ... but that young virgins were a little sweeter because they didn't really know what was happening to them.
Wendy's cringing horror was now complete. Something was torn inside her, and a vampire sucked blood from the ghastly wound. She heard his lips smacking and felt his lapping tongue.
He sucked and slurped. Damp warmth ran down her thighs. Wendy wrenched and wailed, popping the tape loose from one side of her mouth.
"Oooh!" she cried, gasping for more breath to cool the heat of pain spreading through every muscle and nerve.
The boys were too busy, too delighted by her response, to notice that Wendy was working the tape off her lips by thrusting her tongue. She strained, but the cunt-tremors kept getting stronger, making the rest of her body feel numb and weak.
She screamed a blood curdling cry when her fist climax began. Surging ripples of hot passion raced from one end of her fuck tunnel to the other, fearsome contractions that left her unaware of the pain in her bound limbs.
Wendy thought she was dying-that this intense, eerie sensation was the start of her death throes. But the tremors went on and on, and in a strange sort of way she began to enjoy them.
Her shell scream pitched higher and rattled things hanging on the walls of the garage. Neither Jeff nor Bob thought about the noise she was making, or that one of the neighbors might hear what sounded like a bloody murder. They were too delighted being able to bring a very pretty young girl to her first climax.
When she realized what it was-that she was having an orgasm-Wendy threw back her head and screamed louder still. She wasn't dead ... but she wished she was.
CHAPTER TWO
The shocking tremors subsided slowly. Wendy took deep breaths, trying to recover her senses. She bowed her head in shame, sobbing and hating herself for responding so lewdly. Her cunt was still trembling with eerie aftershocks.
Jeff and Bob wasted no time. They went to the spare refrigerator stored in the garage. The day before, they had taken a pound of butter, two cubes each. They unwrapped and warmed them, each joining two cubes end to end, molding them like modeling clay, rolling the soft butter into a pair of cylinders on a sheet of waxed paper.
They chilled the yellow rods of butter that were eight inches long-the size of their cocks. And when the butter was hard, they carved it with knives. Each boy patiently shaped his rod of butter to look like an erection with swollen veins, a bulging cockhead and little cum slit.
Now the yellow artificial pricks were rigid and chilling cold. They took them back and stood by Wendy, waiting for the girl to raise her head.
Even with her eyes closed and her head bowed, she could feel the heat of their anxious glances. She opened her mouth to scream.
"Ssshhh!" Jeff hissed sharply. "You start yelling, we'll tape your mouth shut again."
"No, please," she said softly. Her lips were still sore from the sticky tape. "Don't hurt me!"
"Were not gonna hurt you," Bob said assuringly. "We're gonna give you what you want."
"I want to go home!" the girl whimpered.
"No, you don't. You want to fuck. You want to feel cock." Jeff grinned, licking his own lips inside the rubber mask. They were smeared with tangy cunt-musk, and more was seeping from her cunt.
Bob smiled. "We've got a pair of slick ones for you to start with."
He stepped forward and stroked her clit with the head of his butter prick.
She winced and jerked back from the cold. Jeff poked his carved butter dildo at the crack of her ass. Wendy howled.
"Ssshhh!"
Wendy fluttered her eyes to see what the boy in front was pushing into her cunt. It felt so chilling cold that she knew it wasn't a real cock. Her eyes widened when she saw the hideous yellow thing carved so that it looked like a real prick.
Bob laughed and pushed harder. The warmth of her pussy softened the outer layer, and she felt the butter prick press against her cherry.
At first Wendy heaved a sigh of relief. She had been certain it was torn. Then she felt the pain of a knobby artificial cockhead push against the delicate membrane.
"N-n-no!" she cried.
The buttery dick Bob had carved was starting to soften in his warm hand. It was hard to push the thing into her cringing tight cunt.
"Relax," he said. "This will loosen and grease your cunt. It won't hurt so much when we fuck you with our real pricks!"
"No!" she screamed. "You can't do that!"
"Yes, we can. One in front and one in back," Jeff exclaimed. "We're gonna fuck your pussy and ass at the same time."
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed. Wendy could feel prodding, cold sensations in both her pussy and ass.
"Because you're so cute," Jeff said sweetly.
"And because your father is a real prick!" Bob added.
"My father? What's he got to do with this?"
"He's running around the neighborhood with a hot prick," Jeff said. "So we made a couple of real cold ones for you"
"But I haven't done anything!"
"You're going to, baby-cunt. You're gonna do it all. We're gonna fuck you and then make you suck cock!" Jeff laughed.
"Oh, God! No, don't! Please, don't!"
They had the cold butter pricks about halfway in her fuck-holes now. Wendy's pussy and ass squirmed, warming the butter so it went in more smoothly.
She didn't feel the narrowed butter head part the folds of flesh that formed her cherry. Wendy was only aware of the cold that made her pussy-lips and her shithole shiver. Inside, where the butter was melting and starting to drip, it felt strangely exciting.
Jeff and Bob rammed their fake cocks all the way in, shoving with slippery hands until the yellow ends disappeared.
"Agggh!" Wendy moaned.
The deep push started wringing tremors in both her pussy and ass. Surging warmth made the butter melt faster and start to drip, spattering the floor beneath her spread legs. She clenched, gripping the two vile things inside her, feeling them shrink in the hot grasp of her fuck-hole.
They watched her writhe, wrenching her cunt and her cute little ass. Their cocks ached and throbbed, straining against their sweatpants. Jeff untied the string that belted his pants and pushed them down. His cock leaped out like a steel spring.
Wendy saw his cock from the corner of her eyes. He was standing off to her left, a little behind her. Bob peeled off his sweatpants before her, smirking as he stroked his hot prick.
Both cocks were eight inches long, laced with bulging blue veins. Both pricks sprang from wiry tangles of black pubic hair that sheened with the sweat of excitement. Both cocks slanted up at a sharp angle, and Wendy could see their dangling ball-sacs below. But there was an obvious difference between their pricks.
Jeff's cock had a bulbous knobbed head, a bluish-red color. Bob's cock was cowled with a hood of wrinkled skin. Jeff had been circumcised, his cousin Bob had not.
Tonight they would know if there was a real difference between their cocks, they would both have their pricks in the same girl at the same time. Bob was to fuck her pussy with his hooded prick. Jeff was to ream her ass with his barer knobbed cock.
They pressed toward her, sweating profusely, so tense with excitement their bodies trembled.
Wendy lost sight of Jeff, shuddering because she knew he would stick that huge cock up her ass.
Bob glared at her pussy muffed with hair that was hardly more than peach fuzz. He licked his lips. Real-pussy! He was going to fuck a girl for the first time-get his cock deep in her cunt and know what it felt like to be a man.
He wagged the steely rod of his cock up and down against her swollen clit-nub.
Wendy clenched and moaned. "No, please ... don't do it to me! I want to be a good girl!"
"I don't want you to be good, I want you to be great! You're gonna love fucking my cock, Wendy Once I'm in you, you'll want more!"
"I don't want it at all!" she cried.
But Wendy remembered her mother with that exercise instructor. Her mother had begged for his cock like she couldn't get enough-even though it must have pained her terribly at first.
Jeff poked her from behind and wet his cockhead with slick butter that dripped from her tight little ass.
Bob won the coin toss that bad decided who got which end, and he took pussy for his first time. Jeff was not entirely displeased. He had heard from friends that a girl's asshole was even
better if it was kept well greased.
He pressed his knobbed cockhead to the puckered hole of her ass and pushed in.
Wendy swayed, feeling her arms and bound wrists strain. The torment of that hot cock-knob going into her ass intensified.
Bob came at her in front, slanting his hooded cockhead down from her clit to the buttery cleft of her cunt. He pushed in, forcing back the cowl of his foreskin because her cunt-slit was so tight. Bob groaned.
"Ooooh, shit!" He was cumming already.
He had barely got the head of his cock into her cunt and it had started spurting.
Bob gave a grunt of disgust and humped, ramming his cock deep, but it popped right out of her buttery cunt-hole when she swayed to one side.
"Goddamn! Sonofabitch!"
"So much for your tender nerves," Jeff laughed delightedly.
Bob's cock drained itself with a flurry of explosive spurts, and his prick started to soften before he could get the damn thing back into her pussy.
Jeff began pumping hard from behind, making Wendy sway violently. Her pale-brown eyes bugged out, as if they might pop right out of her head. Wendy's emotions were mixed; she was glad the boy in front had come too fast to really get his cock in. She was still a virgin, she kept telling herself.
But nothing could save her asshole. Jeff had six inches of hot prick in her wringing tight asshole and he was fucking hard to give her the rest. He knew Wendy's ass was tighter than her cunt and it felt scalding hot.
Friction burned the shaft of his cock even thought he had greased her with a fucking half pound of butter. She winced and wailed.
"Shut her up!" Jeff gasped.
Bob looked for the roll of silver duct tape they had used to seal her lips. He didn't see it, but he did find the bottle of ether he'd taken out of the car so Jeff's mother wouldn't see it. He soaked a rag and raised it to cover the girl's pretty face.
Wendy took a deep breath and shivered, feeling faint.
"Not that way, you stupid shit! Don't knock her out. I want to fuck ass, not a goddamn lifeless body!"
Bob jerked the rag away, angry because Jeff had called him a stupid shit. The worst thing was, that's what he felt like-cumming before he got to fuck.
Jeff's cock was in Wendy all the way to the root, pumping like a pile-driver.
"Take it, you little bitch! Take it and tell your daddy what it's like. Tell him your ass gets fucked every time he comes around here with a hot prick!"
Wendy sobbed. "I-I don't even know where I am!"
"Yeah, we planned it that way. Tell your old man to move somewhere else... out of this town, out of the state."
"I-I can't do that!" she cried. "He just got a good job."
So that's why the sonofabitch was out celebrating, Jeff thought. He's got a job, and now he's trying to get my mother. Or Bob's. Or both.
"Then you better tell him to buy lots of butter, because your ass is gonna be sore!"
"Your-pussy too!" Bob snarled, flogging his cock to make it hard again. It seemed the harder he tried, the worse it got. His damn cock was sagging like a melted butter prick. He decided to put his pants on and leave it alone.
In way he was lucky.
Because two seconds after Bob had covered his embarrassing soft cock, his mother threw open the door between the kitchen and their garage.
Sheryl gawked for a moment with her mouth gaping, not wanting to believe what she saw.
"Ooooh, Jesus!"
Sheryl had come home without seeing the movie. Bill had wanted to take Sylvia to a drive-in, and Sheryl knew they'd have more fun alone. Her sister was bitter about her divorce and angry because Jeff's-father was fucking a girl just out of high school.
Sylvia had nudged Sheryl before they left. "If Bill wants to fuck, I'm going to let him. I can tell he's got a big cock!"
Sheryl recognized Bill's daughter, hanging by her bound wrists, sobbing and screaming while one of the boys fucked her ass. Because of their masks and identical outfits, she couldn't tell which one was which.
"What in God's name is going on here!" the young widow raged.
Bob spun around. "Mom! What are you doing here!"
"What am I doing? Christ Almighty! Jeff, leave that girl alone!"
Jeff couldn't stop. His heavy ball-sac was about to explode. He circled his arms around Wendy's slender waist, holding her tightly while he hammered his cock in. He fingered her clit, making her cum with him.
"Stop it!" Sheryl screamed. "Stop this instant!"
But her nephew kept fucking the girls ass brutally hard, reaming her ass with more cock than the widow thought a young boy should have.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" Jeff grunted and roared, pumping his cum into Wendy's wringing tight little ass.
Wendy screamed in climax-unlike the tortured wails that had brought Sheryl to the garage to find out what was going on. These were shrilling sounds of rapture.
Sheryl's trembling hands flew to cover her face. She knew Jeff wasn't going to stop until he'd given the neighbor girl his last drop of cum. And Sheryl was afraid to try stopping him. Both boys were as tall as she was, and stronger.
But Sheryl's fingers spread apart so she could peek between them. It was shameful and sinful, she knew, but she had to watch. Being a widow for over a year had made her desperately horny ... perhaps more than most widows because of the way her husband died.
A heart attack was all Bob knew, all anyone knew except for Sheryl, the police and the paramedics who had rushed to the scene. Her husband had his heart attack in a cheap motel room while fucking a whore... a wayward girl the same age as their son.
His widow cried at the funeral, but she had never forgiven him.
Sheryl cursed his memory each night when she climbed into bed alone. A cheap whore! And the girl confessed that he'd been fucking her two or three times a week for six months-all the nights he said he had to work late.
Jeff pumped all he had into Wendy's ass, then stepped back, letting his wakened cock slip from the taut grip, of her little ass. Now the urgency had passed and he didn't know what to do or say.
Sheryl shook her head and snapped back to her senses. "Go to you room! And stay there!
Her mind was racing, trying to decide what she should do.
It was small comfort to know her son wasn't fucking the girl. Bob still had his pants on, but he was deeply involved-it was obvious without some help.
She hated to think what would happen. Her son and his cousin might both go to jail.
Sheryl began sobbing hysterically when the boys went around her, heading for their room.
"Oooh, Wendy!" she cried.
Sheryl found ropes tied to a cleat by the door. She slackened the knots and lowered the pipe slowly. Pulleys creaked high over head. Wendy's bare feet came down flat on the concrete floor. She staggered and swayed, weak from the strain of cruel bondage and the thrill of a great climax, that the girl still could not believe.
Sheryl's trembling fingers untied the ropes that bound Wendy's wrists to the iron pipe. It clanked to the floor and rolled off to the side.
Mrs. Morgan went down on her knees to untie the ropes around her ankles.
"Honey, I'm so sorry!" Sheryl sobbed.
"It's... all tight," Wendy replied weakly.
"W-we can't let anyone know what happened here," Sheryl said.
"Why not?" Wendy replied angrily, wanting to tell her father and have him call the police.
"Because... because your reputation would be ruined!"
"I'm ruined!" she cried. "Your son tried to fuck me! He could hardly get his cock in, but it went off. I've got his cum in my cunt!"
"Oh, God!" It was worse than she thought. "You'll... uh, feel better after a hot bath. C-come in the house, we'll get you cleaned up."
"I just came!" Wendy howled. "I came with your nephew's cock up my ass!"
"I-I know, dear. But maybe you won't feel so bad after a bath. You'll feel good as new." Sheryl knew that wasn't true. When her husband had died and his young whore had told of their lengthy relationship, she knew he'd come home some nights after fucking that little bitch and he still wanted more. He had fucked her with a cock fresh out of a whore!
Sheryl had douched and soaked in the tub hundreds of times since, and she still didn't feel clean. She bated her dead husband for what he had done-and now she found herself hating her son and his cousin too.
Sheryl led Wendy down the hall to the bathroom. They passed the room the boys shared but their door was closed. Mrs. Morgan was thankful for that. Right now she could not stand to look at either one of them, wearing those ridiculous masks, and Jeff with his huge, hideous long prick stacking out.
She felt tremors of guilt just thinking about that. Bob's father had a smaller than average cock. Much smaller, in fact. It was barely four inches long, fully hard.
The image of Jeff's eight-inch cock persisted, lasting as long as it took Sheryl to fill the tub with steaming hot water and help the whimpering girl in to soak.
Wendy sighed as she sat down. A hot bath did make her feel a little better.
Sheryl soaped her hands and washed Wendy's back. She could feel the girl shiver tensely, then start to relax.
Sheryl soothed and massaged her, trying to force the lingering vision of Jeff's cock from her mind. Her sister Sylvia had frankly admitted that she wanted a big cock-and that's what Bill Williams had. Nine inches they guessed by the bulge in his pants when he came to visit and flirt.
Sheryl soaped her hands an washed Wendy's young breasts. Her tits were so cute with tiny pink nipples up thrust toward her chin.
Wendy cooed. "That feels soooo good!"
"I know, dear." Her soapy hands glided smoothly, teasing around the girl's nipples. "It takes a woman's touch."
"My daddy says it's wrong for women to do this."
"Men are jealous," she sighed. "They're selfish and cruel."
Wendy thought about that. Mrs. Morgan was right. Certainly Jeff and Bob had been cruel. And her father too, uprooting her just because he couldn't stand to live in the same town with his ex-wife and her young lover.
But as Sheryl Morgan began stroking her tits with a tantalizing touch, Wendy had no idea how experienced the neighbor lady was with young women.
CHAPTER THREE
Sheryl and her sister Sylvia were born into a poor farm family. Their father was a sharecropper. They lived in one rundown shack after another, the girls always sharing the same room, usually the same bed.
Sylvia was younger by two years, an emotional child who turned to her sister for comfort on those nights when they went to bed hungry and slept in the bitter cold without enough blankets.
It all started innocently enough, but soon the two sisters became lovers. Sheryl's clit was a big meaty nub that swelled hard like a miniature prick when she got excited. She would mount her sister at night in their drafty room and fuck just like a man.
They sucked each other's tits and ate each other's cunt. At a very young age, they had already done all the things two women could do sexually. Then Sylvia got herself a boyfriend, a guy who ran moonshine from the wooded bills and hidden valleys of Tennessee to buyers in Memphis and Nashville.
Sylvia started riding along with him, and they stayed together in motels in the big towns.
Sheryl felt bitter jealousy, knowing the sister she loved so dearly was giving herself to a man. And there was no doubt she did that. Sylvia's belly began to rise. She was pregnant, unmarried and too young to know what to do.
Sylvia had the baby in a county home, a little blonde girl. Tearfully, she signed the adoption papers and gave up the child. Where the baby girl went, none of the family knew. Such things were always kept secret in those days.
But like all secrets in small towns, that one leaked out. Sylvia was known far and wide as damaged goods, a quaint way that the country folks described an easy lay. One night she was grabbed after a barn dance and fucked by every young man in the valley, including three of her cousins.
The gang rape began Saturday night and lasted through church on Sunday. Eighteen young men took turns with her, one cock right after another. There was always a hard cock, even when they'd all fucked her three times.
Sylvia ran away after that. She hitched a ride with two guys in a semi-truck going west. They kept her in the sleeper and fucked her weary cunt clear across country. She didn't care. After eighteen cocks all night and day, delighting a couple of horny truck drivers felt like child's play.
In California, Sylvia started a new life. She met a nice man and got married, pretending to be a virgin on her wedding night.
Sheryl came west a month later to live with her sister and her new husband until she got settled. They introduced her to a friend, the man she eventually married. The fact that his prick was small pleased her greatly. She hated to think about all that Sylvia had been through.
When Sheryl was widowed and Sylvia divorced, the two sisters got together again-and when their young sons were asleep late at night, they resumed their lesbian relationship. But it wasn't the same. Sylvia wanted sex with a man, a man with a big cock ... the bigger, the better.
Sheryl ached for the tender kind of intimacy they had shared as young girls.
Now, Sheryl saw Wendy step out of the tub. "Why don't you lie down on my bed and rest awhile?"
"But I want to go home," the girl said in a sad voice.
"I don't think you should, Wendy. Your father is out with my sister. He'll be bringing her home."
"Oooh, shit!" The last thing she wanted was to hear some woman howling about how good it was to get fucked. "Can I stay with you?"
"Of course, darling. I'll comfort you. What you felt in the tub ... that was just a start."
Sheryl led the girl to her bedroom at the back of the house, so excited that she forgot completely about what the boys had done.
The boys languished in their room, somber and fearful.
"We're in deep shit!" Bob said.
"Don't I know it? I hope your mom can calm the bitch down. If she tells her father what we did, we'll be in shit up to our ears."
"We'll be in fucking jail!" Bob wailed.
"What do you think she's doing?" Jeff asked.
"Talking, I guess."
"Maybe talking like she does to my mother late at night?" Jeff's lips curled into a wry grin.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your mother's a lez."
"She is not! Sonofabitch, I ought to punch your lights out for saying that!"
"Relax. So's mine. They must like it both ways."
"That's a bunch of shit! I don't believe you!"
Jeff smiled. "Wanna go watch? I'll bet your mom is humping little Wendy right now."
"She wouldn't!"
"What do you want to bet?"
"Ten bucks! That's all I got after buying the masks and ropes and shit."
"Save your money. How 'bout you fuck Wendy if I'm right? Maybe this time you can keep your cock under control... at least until you get it all the way in."
"That's a funny bet. If you're right, I get the girl?"
"Yeah ... and I get your mother," Jeff said, smiling.
"What?"
"You heard me. I want to fuck your mother. I have since we moved in. She's got the biggest, most beautiful tits I ever saw."
"Sonofabitch! You bastard!"
"Hey, you want her to turn into a lesbian?"
"Well, no but, Jesus! We can't do that we're in enough trouble already.
"If your mom is getting it on with Wendy, neither one of them will say a word about what we do."
Bob looked dazed, trying to collect his thoughts.
Jeff nudged him. "Hey, we'll just go down the hall and have a look. If your mom is Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes like you think, nothing happens. If they're already hot, we fuck them both. We'll be doing them a favor."
"I-I guess that's all right."
"Bring some pieces of rope," Jeff said.
"Why rope?"
"Because I know I'm right... but I don't think they'll give up easy."
Jeff was right.
Sheryl had two pillows tucked under the small of Wendy's back, arching the girl's sparsely furred pussy-mound up so that her little clit-bud was fully exposed.
And Mrs. Morgan was riding the young girl just like a man would, grunting and pumping, grinding their clits together.
They were coming to a climax when the two boys tiptoed into the room, stark-naked because they had undressed in the hall-cocks aching hard because the sight of a woman fucking a young girl made them both horny like never before.
"What a waste!" Jeff grabbed his aunt's blonde hair. "What a fucking waste!"
He pulled Sheryl off of Wendy and dumped the gasping woman on her back.
Wendy screamed.
Quickly Bob slapped a hand over her mouth. "If you want to fuck, baby, you're gonna do it with my cock!"
"No!" Sheryl cried.
"Don't worry, Auntie. You'll get yours!" Jeff grabbed her arms to tie them to the bedposts.
Bob didn't want to watch that. He looped Wendy's wrists with rope and tied them with tight knots.
Sheryl and Wendy both started screaming. Jeff looped a length of rope double and lashed it down on his aunt's lush tits like a short whip.
"Shut up!" he said sternly.
Bob followed the older boy's lead as he usually did. He whipped Wendy's heaving tits with a length of rough hemp.
"Aaaggh!" the girl cried.
"You... you can't do this!" Sheryl gasped with tears streaming. "My God, we're family!"
Jeff chuckled. "Yeah, I know all about that I heard mom telling my dad about getting fucked by her cousins. This ain't no worse than that."
"She was raped, for God's sake!"
"Yeah, well you will be too. Your conscience can stay clear, Aunt Sylvia but your pussy is going to feel my cock!"
"No!" She twisted and tried to roll off the bed.
Jeff brought his knee up and drove it hard into the pit of her stomach. Sheryl's breath gushed and she fell back with a frightened gasp.
"Jeez don't hurt her!" Bob said.
"You take care of Wendy, and leave your bull dyke mother to me!"
"I'm not a dyke!" Sheryl protested in a weak voice.
"You won't be when I'm through with you. I'm gonna give you the big cock you've been wanting. I've heard you talking to my mom about that fucking Bill Williams... what a big prick you think he has."
"Jeff, that was just ... just talk!" she said desperately.
"Talk, my ass. I'll bet Mom's got it in her cunt right now. In her pussy, in her mouth or up her ass. Jesus," he said, shaking his head. "My mother is no better than a fucking whore. No wonder dad took off."
By then, the boys had both women bound. Sheryl's left wrist and Wendy's right were tied together with ropes that looped around a rail in the middle of the headboard. Then Sheryl's right wrist and Wendy's left were pulled to opposite sides of the king-sized bed and tied to the corner posts.
Their feet were bound the same way at the foot of the bed.
Wendy strained, arched high over the pillows tucked under her back.
"Get the pillows off our beds," Jeff said to Bob.
Wendy sobbed, pained by the ropes chafing her skin.
Sheryl held the girl's right hand in her left, trying to console her. Their rapturous idyll of lesbian love had ended so abruptly-so terribly for them both. Her pussy and Wendy's were still trembling with the wonderful aftershocks of climax, but stronger contractions of fear now rose to take their place.
Bob came back with the pillows. Sheryl gritted her teeth and pressed down, grinding her ripe, well-developed ass into the mattress.
Jeff laughed. "If she don't want it that much, it must be good."
He reached down and grabbed a handful of blonde cunt hair, lifting with a strong hand.
"Aaagggh!" Sheryl howled, arching to lift her ass.
Bob put the pillows beneath her, keeping his head turned. He couldn't stand to look at his mother.
"Don't let him do this to me!" she pleaded.
Bob turned like he was deaf and walked around to the other side of the bed. Little Wendy was waiting, eyes wide with fright and moist with gathering tears.
Jeff stood over his Aunt Sheryl and surveyed her from head to toe-a voluptuous, full-figured woman with shoulder-length hair the pale golden color of ripening wheat. Her mountainous tits were like two half melons topped with plump nipples that made his mouth water.
Lower down, a broad wedge of wheat-golden cunt hair spread over a luscious mound of soft cunt flesh. Full, softly curved thighs V'd down from that musky hollow, accented by the way her back was arched and her legs spread.
"Goddamn," Jeff said with an anxious rush of breath. "That is a woman!"
Sheryl's bountiful body contrasted sharply with Wendy's smaller, still ripening form.
Bob climbed up on the bed and kissed the red welt he had blazed across Wendy's tits with a loop of rope. He nibbled up one side and down the other, teasing her tender tits with his wet tongue.
Wendy heaved a moan of despair.
"I-I don't want to hurt you," Bob whispered.
"Then leave me alone! Let me go home!"
"I-I can't do that."
Bob knew that Jeff wouldn't let him. But he also felt he had to make up for his embarrassing failure in the garage. Wendy had a taut little grin on her lips, like she was just waiting for his cock to shoot off before he got it all the way in her.
"I-I gotta fuck you," he said "Really fuck you!"
"No, please." Wendy closed her eyes and quaked fearfully. Her taut little grin was gone, twisted by cringing fear.
Sheryl gasped. "Jeff, listen to me. You're in trouble already. Don't make it worse."
"I'm not going to make it worse, Sheryl. I'm going to make it better. I'm going to make it better. I'm going to make you love my big cock." He bent down to kiss the soft dome of her naked belly.
His aunt shivered and squirmed, anguished by the idea of incest. Jeff wanted her all the more for that reason. She'd been like a second other to him ever since they moved in. He kissed her hairy cunt and nibbled to find her clit.
The cunt lips he licked were full, soft and wet with tart-scented musk. Jeff licked and sucked the honey residue of Sheryl's clit-fucking cute little Wendy. And then his wagging tongue uncovered Sheryl's clit.
"Jeee-zus!" he exclaimed. "Hey, Bob ... look at this! Your mom's got a clit as big as my thumb!"
Bob could not bear to look. He didn't want to see his mother get fucked, even though he felt she deserved it. And he was more interested in Wendy's tiny little clit-bud. It made her moan, twist and jerk when he licked her clit.
Jeff sucked his aunt's oversized clit, his tongue circling around. "Ungh!" she groaned. "Aaagggh!"
Suddenly, Sheryl arched her back high off the pillows, as if she wanted to be sucked even more.
Blushing shame colored her cheeks. Tears welled up in her dazzled blue eyes. Clit-fucking Wendy hadn't been enough. Her nerves were still tingling with restless desire. But not for her nephew. Just the thought of fucking with him filled her with loathing.
But be tongued her relentlessly.
"Oh, my God! Fuck me, damn you! Get it over with!"
Jeff bridged over her ripe body on hands and knees, pressing forward to work the big knob of his steel-hard prick into her pussy-slit. Sheryl shuddered convulsively, pressing down on the pillows and positioning her pussy at a perfect angle for deep reaming.
"Unnngh!" she groaned. "Oh, Jesus!"
It was like a wedge driven to split wood. Sheryl felt a tearing strain and the bulbous head of a cock reached where no man bad ever fucked. Her misty blue eyes flew wide and fluttered, splashing tears all over the bed.
Jeff felt his aunt's pussy convulse, surrounding the hot length of his cock with soft, slither lug warmth. It wasn't tight like Wendy's ass, but she touched every nerve.
"You got a great cunt," he said, grinning. "An it's the first my cock has ever been in. You're getting a virgin."
Sheryl winced and heaved a wracking sob. She would hardly consider a boy mean enough to rape a girl's ass a virgin. And the way his big cock strained the velvet-like walls of her wet cunt made it even worse.
He arched back and drilled into her with a long gliding stroke.
Bob pushed his hot prick into Wendy's cunt at the same time. The cock made of butter had softened, and it had slipped between the two folds of tender flesh that formed her cherry. Bob's stiff cock split, them apart.
Wendy felt the sharp tearing sensation inside. Her eyes glazed in shock. Now she knew she was not a virgin in any sense of the word. A huge prick was in her small cunt, straining her innocent cunt so that she thought it might be torn apart along with her cherry.
Blood seeped from her shattered maidenhead, smearing the long shaft of his cock. Wendy saw it when he drew back to ram her again. Sheryl saw it too. Her son's prick was striped with virgin blood, looking like a barber pole. Bob slammed down and made the girl scream with pain. His mother was screaming too.
Jeff fucked Sheryl as hard and fast as he could, thrilled by the soft, clinging friction of fucking a real cunt. A real woman. Fucking his beautiful ripely built aunt made him feel more like a man than Wendy's ass ever could. He fucked Sheryl with hammering thrusts, twisting and reaming her pussy.
Sheryl sobbed in hysteria and lust. She had never, taken a cock the size of her nephew's. She arched her back and swiveled her hips, fucking back hard and feeling the most wonderful lewd sensation of her whole life.
She came to a climax with Jeff in less than a minute, grunting and grinding her cunt up at him.
"Fuck me!" she growled through gritted teeth. "Ooooh, God forgive me! Fuck me hard, you bastard!"
In the swirling, mind-numbing bliss of orgasm, Sheryl felt free from restraint and the shame of incest. She kept humping and milking his prick to make her orgasm go on and on. Jeff came with her, pumping hot jism into her pussy.
Wendy was getting it too, in deep this time. Creamy cum filled her little cunt and backed up, trickling down her thighs, wetting the pillows that arched her back.
Sheryl's pussy was also seeping with overflow. Jeff had more jism than she thought possible. He kept cumming and cumming, fucking until Sheryl felt weak and knew that she could not take any more.
Jeff sprawled on her, exhausted, delighted and gasping for breath But Sheryl could feel his virile cock twitch, and she knew he'd want more very soon. She steeled her nerves for the vile indignity of being fucked by her young nephew and made to enjoy it.
Bob drained his prick in the sobbing young virgin, delighted that his cock didn't go instantly soft as it had the first time.
Jeff smiled. "You ready for more?"
"I will be in a minute," Bob said. "I think I could fuck all night long."
"Good," Jeff said with an evil lewd grin. "Let's trade places."
CHAPTER FOUR
Bob gave his cousin a strickened look. "You don't mean fuck my own mother!"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Why not!" Sheryl sputtered. "He's my son! My baby-"
"So, you had him inside you for nine months. What's one more night going to matter?"
"You're talking about a terrible sin!" she cried.
"I'm talking about a great pair of tits and a good piece of ass. Go on, Bob... give her a poke."
The younger boy pulled his cock out of Wendy and stood by the edge of the bed. Things had already gone further than they planned. He felt sick looking across the bed at his mother, bound like a slave with cum dripping out of her cunt.
Jeff stood on the far side of the bed, grinning lewdly, his cock almost hard enough to fuck again. A bead of jism dangled from the tip of its head.
"Maybe your mom can tell us which kind of cock she likes best," he suggested. "One with foreskin or one without."
"I-I don't know," Bob said doubtfully. "Jeez, I can't get it up for my own mother."
"Close your eyes," Jeff said.
"What?"
"I said, close your eyes. I'll fix it."
Bob gave a shrug and turned to stare at the wall. He clamped his eyes shut, not wanting to think about what his cousin might do. They had done too much already.
Sheryl's clothes were scattered on the floor beside the bed. Jeff picked up her panties and bra.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Sheryl asked fearfully.
"Fix you," he said.
Jeff wadded her panties into a ball and stuffed them into Sheryl's gaping mouth. Then he tied the bra around her head to keep the woman from spitting out the gag.
Sheryl looked outraged.
Jeff pulled out one of the pillows stuffed under Sheryl's ripe ass. He shook it out of the pillowcase and pulled that over her head like a sack.
Bound, gagged and blinded with a bag over her head, Sheryl made muffled noises of protest, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do.
Jeff grabbed Wendy's long reddish-brown hair and swept it to the side, draping it over the pillowcase covering Sheryl's head.
"Okay, take a look." Jeff stood grinning while Bob turned back.
What he saw was a woman with gorgeous big tits and luscious ripe curves-a woman who appeared to have her reddish-brown hair swirled over her face.
Sheryl wrenched and strained against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, making choked noises of fear and disgust.
The gagged voice didn't sound much like his mother's. Bob gave an uneasy grin. "All right ... let's luck!"
Jeff went around the bed and climbed up on the other side, hunched on his knees between Wendy's spread legs. She gave him a look of hate. She feared him far more than Bob.
"That's an awful thing to do," she said. "You're a real bastard!"
"So's your old man. He's probably fucking my mother right now. This is a night for mothers to get fucked." Then his lips curled into a wicked lewd grin. "Little girls too!"
"I hate you!" she wailed. "I hate everyone here!"
"That's no way to talk," Jeff said tauntingly. "Be a nice girl and maybe I won't stick my cock in your bloody cunt."
Wendy suspected a catch, but she grasped desperately at the slimmest hope. Her pussy was still aching. "Wh-what do I have to do?"
"Nothing," he replied. "Just lie there and let me lick your cunt."
"It's... it's such a mess!" she sobbed. She could feel sticky cum and warm virgin blood gush from her tortured cunt-slit with each wracking sob.
"Yeah, I know ... but I'm the vampire, remember? I like sucking blood."
Wendy moaned, shocked and sickened that he would even think of such a thing. But Jeff was lowering his head to her crotch, grinning like a lewd fiend and hungrily licking his lips. She found his real face far more frightening than the rubber mask he'd worn when all this began.
Jeff licked into her pussy and savored the tangy broth. He could taste something like cream with a briny bite to it. That must have been his cousin's cum. And he could taste the slippery heat of Wendy's reeking fuck-honey.
The guys' he'd talked to were right. Her cunt did have a sharper taste now that she wasn't a virgin. But the faint red swirls of cherry stain were even more delicious. They brought a taste like tarnished copper to his tongue.
He licked and slurped, sucking and smacking his lips over her almost-hairless cunt. He nipped her soft pussy folds and raked her tiny clit with his teeth.
Wendy groaned, shocked by the electric pulse that shot deep into her wet cunt-hole.
More savory fuck-juices simmered to the lips of her cunt, driven out by her writhing contractions. Jeff sucked and slavered over her like a rabid dog. His hands cupped her tits and he teased her nipples.
Twin shocks of twisting delight drilled into her chest and ran down. Wendy's cunt seethed even more. She hated her own body for responding to him. How could she enjoy such vicious, obscene torment? But that was not what plagued her most. The damning question was could she stop?
Wendy howled, bucking and twisting under his tongue. She willed herself to lie still and suffer, but the hideous abuse dissolved into eerie delights she could not resist.
Wendy fully and completely, arched and straining, then she slumped back with a sob.
Jeff bobbed his head up, smirking and licking her fuck-juices off his lips. "You taste great! Now it's your turn!"
"M-m-my turn to do wh-what?"
"To eat me, baby-face. I want my cock sucked."
"Oh, no!" That seemed far worse than being fucked. Wendy could not possibly take his sweaty cum-glossed cock in her mouth. "Please fuck me instead!"
"You been fucked. I want to try something new. I want to see how much dick you can swallow."
"I won't even touch that awful thing!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Oh, I think you will."
Jeff moved forward on his knees, sitting astride her chest. He swayed to one side and nestled a firm, up tilted little tit into the crack of his ass and screwed his hips around.
"Haagggh!" His crushing weight forced out Wendy's breath.
Jeff lifted up and dropped his ass-crack on her other tit. He could feel her small nipple centered in the taut rim of his shithole. A clenched ring of muscle meant for biting off turds teased her nipple.
"Open your mouth!" Jeff gasped.
His throbbing stiff cock slanted up above her lips. Wendy shook her head, wincing with eyes tightly closed.
"Don't make me force you," he said with a chuckle. It was is if he hoped she would make it rough on herself.
Bob was lying beside his mother on the far edge of the bed. His head rested on her chest. Tangled desires and conflicting emotions tortured his mind.
His mother's big, beautiful tits rose right before his eyes. They swelled and settled with each ragged breath she took. Having her head covered didn't help him a whole hell of a lot. Bob knew it was his mother, and the shame of incest seemed to hang over them like a swirling black cloud.
But her lush tits and plump nipples tantalized him. Wendy's tits were like little pimples compared to hers. Bob teased the soft upper slope of one creamy big tit with his tongue.
He heard his mother groan. Bob cupped his hands over her tit nearest his tongue and pulled it closer. It took both hands to fully contain her tit. Sheryl was not the type to flaunt her figure in revealing clothes, so the boy had had no idea until now just how big her tits were.
No way could he suck all of her tit into his mouth. Bob raised up and swirled his tongue around her nipple. She gasped sharply, bunching to pull away.
Sheryl tasted the smelled the damp warmth of her own pussy with each breath she took. The panties that were balled and gagged in her mouth were wet with musk. Bathing pretty, little Wendy had soaked her crotch with simmering cunt-honey, and now it was stuffed in her mouth.
Bob sucked his mother's nipple. Reopened his mouth wide and pulled in as much of the creamy tit as it could possibly hold. Her ruddy tit-crown swelled even larger. The boy could feel her nipple throbbing, drawn to the soft back of his mouth.
Sheryl heaved and sobbed, tortured beyond reason by the pull of his lips on her tits.
Her mind swirled back to the time when Bob was a baby. Then her tits were pendulous weights swollen with so much milk that it pained her when they were full.
She ached to have her son suck on her then. He was so hungry, and his mouth brought her such blessed relief. Sheryl had nursed him long after most kids had gone to a bottle. She had let him suck tit for so long that her husband began to think there was something wrong with her.
Maybe there was. She let her husband suck her milk-ladened tits too. Many times late at night, she had her son pulling on one tit, her husband on the other. Sheryl loved the different sensations that surged through her lush tits.
The baby's side felt a soft, warming glow that satisfied her instinct to nurture. Having her husband suck milk from her other tit brought an obscene kind of ecstasy. The two feelings tangled and twisted in a way that brought absolute rapture.
Now, Sheryl remembered. She arched her back, pushing more of her supple tit into her son's mouth.
"Bob grasped her nipple with his tongue, then popped off that tit to suck the other. He squeezed the one still wet and hot from the pull of his lips.
Wendy still kept her mouth clamped, shut. Jeff reached under his ass and pinched her nipples. He caught a tiny pink bud between each thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard.
Wendy let out a tortured wail that choked in her throat when the pain soared to a point that almost made her blackout.
Her mouth gaped.
Jeff hunched forward and slanted his stiff cock into her mouth.
"Ungh! Humph!" she groaned, stung by the bitter sharp taste of cock.
A pearl of silvery jism dripped from his cock bead and ran down her tongue. Wendy gagged, gasping and wrenching.
Jeff pushed his cock deeper.
"Suck it! Seal your lips!" Jeff pinched and twisted her nipples to enforce his demand.
Wendy gave him a hurt, pathetic look, staring blankly through eyes dulled by pain. Tears misted her vision.
Wendy closed her lips on his slippery cock shaft and forced herself to suck. Jeff grinned and relaxed the grip he had on her pained nipples. She heaved a sigh that whistled warm breath around his cock.
"That's a good baby," he said, pumping to ram more cock into her mouth.
The huge knobbed head of his prick pressed hard against the soft back of her mouth, angling into a narrow, tightly ringed tunnel that led down her throat. Wendy felt the choking strain. She gasped, but her airway was completely blocked.
Her fawn-like eyes filled with fear worse than any so far. She could not breathe!
Jeff laughed at the way her face flushed and then started to pale. He gave a grunt and drove his cock deep, grinding his wiry cockhair against the girl's upper lip.
Wendy's chest heaved under his ass, twisting and squirming so that her nipples teased his shithole.
He drew back and let her gulp in air. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. I'm going to make you suck my cum!"
She had only a moment to cry before he fucked into her strained throat again, making her eyes bulge and her lungs burn with a need for breath.
"Oooh, baby! I love the way your throat clings to my cock! I like fucking your face even better than your cute little ass!"
She could not reply. Wendy's mind was in the harsh grip of stark terror. Arched with pillows under her writhing ass, she was positioned to take a cock deep in her throat. He grabbed her neck and distorted the fleshy tube that surrounded his cock with wringing warmth.
Jeff humped and fucked cock into her hard and fast, leaning so far forward that he couldn't see the girl's strickened look.
Wendy felt certain she would die with his cock in her mouth-that she would strangle for lack of breath, or that his vicious fuck-thrusts might break her neck.
He battered her soft lips with his hammering groin. Wendy gasped fearfully, grabbing quick little gulps of cooling air when she could. Fluttering, tear-filled eyes saw the awesome specter of death descend. It was, in reality, only Jeff's groin, but she could not see clearly that close up. Nor did she care. At that moment, Wendy would have welcomed death.
The way her gagging throat muscles heaved and squirmed was pure delight for his big cock. His grunts of satisfaction punctuated each long jabbing thrust.
"Oooh, Wendy! What a sweet little bitch you are! Wiggle your tongue, baby. Make me cum!"
She dreaded the thought of hot jism shooting into her mouth, but her natural instinct for survival dreaded death even more. Wendy's tongue rippled enticingly when he plunged his cock in. She teased and swirled her tongue around his cock-head when he drew back.
Licking and working her lips around his knobbed head was such pleasure that Jeff lingered with just the head of his cock in her mouth. It gave Wendy a chance to breathe, and so she strained to delight him-working her tongue and her sucking lips in the ways that made him gasp.
Suddenly, Jeff stiffened, tense and straining. "Oh, God! You got it now, baby. You made me cum!"
Even before he got out the last word, Wendy felt his cockhead swell. His balls quaked, and he gushed cum into her mouth.
Slimy stuff spat to the back of her mouth and ran down her throat like thick syrup with a salty taste. It made her wince and shudder, but she sucked to get more. His cock lurched and shot again.
Cum washed over her teeth and splashed around her rippling tongue. Wendy gulped to get it down, but Jeff's cock pumped in more than she could swallow. He was grunting and roaring, ramming his cock down her throat, gliding now in the slickness of his own jism.
He reached back and felt her crotch, wiggling a finger into Wendy's almost-hairless cunt. He felt her clit and gave it a whirl.
Wendy gurgled wet noises and felt the first shocking tremor of another orgasm. She was cumming, and for the moment, her mind soared free, away from the binding ropes and gagging cock. Even through eyes filled with tears, she imagined seeing herself as though from somewhere above.
It was an eerie sensation, seeing herself in bondage, with Jeff hunched over her face, hammering his cock into her like a piston, pumping so much cum that it gushed from her sucking lips.
Wendy gasped, suddenly disappointed when Jeff fired his last shot and her dazed senses began winding down.
The girl lay gasping, feeling Jeff's cock soften so that it no longer strained her throat. She sucked on his cock fiercely and wiggled her tongue, making him moan.
Sheryl was screaming.
Bob's intense yearning for sex had overpowered all his misgivings. He fucked his mother, pulling the pillowcase off her head to watch her face. His hands went behind her head to untie the bra. Her panty gag popped out, followed by a shrilling lewd wail.
She tried to tell herself it was only the pain of his big cock, not the pleasure that came with each driving fuck-thrust. No woman could really enjoy fucking her son-being held a captive, helplessly bound and used for cruel pleasure.
It's not my fault, Sheryl kept telling herself. Not Bob's either ... Jeff led him on, awful Jeff, who was almost killing a young neighbor girl with his vicious big cock.
She squeezed Wendy's small hand where their wrists were bound together. They climaxed together, all four of them joined like the links of a lewd chain.
Bob's moan and Jeff's deep grunts chorused like thunder, the noise of a gathering storm. Sheryl knew the boys wouldn't stop with just one night of pleasure. The thrills of sex and the power of domination were too new to them. They would not stop until they had explored all the mysteries of unknown delight.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bill Williams and Sylvia Hunter left the drive-in about nine. Making out in a car wasn't as much fun as they thought it would be. They weren't teenagers any more. Bill suggested they go to his place.
"What about Wendy?" Sylvia asked.
"She goes to bed early," Bill said. "She's a good girl."
"Like I was once," Sylvia remarked with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Bill asked curiously as he was putting the drive-in speaker back on the post.
Sylvia told him about running moonshine with her boy friend when she was a girl.
Having lived in large cities or the suburbs all his life, Bill listened to Sylvia's story, fascinated. She talked freely about getting drunk one night on white lightning and ending up in an auto court, a row of little cabins along the road to Nashville.
"That's where I lost my cherry," she confessed. "I was young and in love."
Bill chuckled. "My first time was with a high school teacher. Beautiful woman, tall and blonde like you. Man, I thought I was hot stuff! Star of the football team and screwing my history teacher."
Sylvia told Bill about the break up of her marriage as they drove home.
He sighed and shook his head. "It wasn't right to blame you for being raped."
"He did more than blame me," she said. "He beat the shit out of me. Tied me to the bed and brought home a bunch of friends from work. Said he thought I must like it that way."
"Did you?" Bill asked as they stopped in front of his house.
She laughed softly. "That's the real hell of it. I did get to like it after awhile. Some of the guys fucked better than he ever did."
Bill smiled as he opened the car door for her. That was something about women he would never understand. Most women he had known liked a man to be strong and who made it rough. They struggled and cried, but they liked it that way.
"What did you do when you found out your wife was having an affair?" she asked as they walked to the front door.
"I just filed for divorce. Because of Wendy, I couldn't do anything else." But he would have liked to, Bill's tone implied.
The house was dark and Bill assumed his daughter had gone to bed.
"I've fixed the basement up as a play room," Bill said. "Let's go down there so Wendy won't hear us."
Sylvia was quick to agree. Bill Williams was the best-looking man she had seen in a long time-big and broad-shouldered, built tall and strong. He had dark wavy hair and bright blue eyes.
He was equally attracted to her, a woman almost as tall as he was. Lithe and stunning with long, sleek curves. Sylvia's hair was a smoky gray color flashed with streaks of blonde-silver. She wore her hair long and softly curled to frame her pretty face.
Bill had a bar set up in the basement, complete with four stools and a brass rail. Neon beer signs flashed on the walls. There was even an old juke box with multi-colored lights in one corner of the big room.
Sylvia laughed. "What a great place! Reminds me of a roadhouse back home."
He poured draft beer into frosted mugs for both of them. They drank a couple and then danced to Hank Williams mournful lament Your Cheatin' Heart. She asked if he was related to the famous country singer.
Bill laughed. "Nobody in my family can even carry a tune. The men are just famous for their big cocks."
"Ooooh," she cooed, dancing close to him. "Then you must be the most famous one in the whole family."
Sylvia could feel a long, thick rod of cockflesh swelling between them.
"Yeah," he said glumly, remembering that the young exercise instructor had a prick even bigger than his-and now he was sticking it in Bill's ex-wife. Just thinking about that made him bristle with a festering rage.
"How big is it?" she asked, sliding a hand down as they danced in the faint glow of multicolored lights.
"Ten and three quarters."
"Oooh, God!" She had her hand on it, feeling his huge cock through his pants. "That's enough prick for two men!"
"And about right for a bitch like you!" he said sharply.
Bill was fed up with women who worshipped big cocks. He had been pissed ever since his beautiful wife had found one bigger than his.
Sylvia took no offense when he called her a bitch. She had been called worse things in her life, some less deserved. At that moment she felt like a bitch, brazen and bold.
"That's even bigger than I thought," she cooed delightedly.
"You ever had one bigger?"
"No, never. Nine inches once, but it wasn't thick like yours."
"Then you're in for a treat, whore!"
"Hey, don't call me a whore!"
"Why not? That's what you are. Worse than my fucking ex-wife. A cock-crazy whore who can't get enough."
Sylvia jerked her hand from his crotch. "I've had enough of you, asshole! You should talk to a psychiatrist if you can't get your ex-wife off your mind."
"You think I'm crazy? You talk about gang rape and getting to like it. Your fucking mind must be stuck in your cunt!"
"That's all that's going to be stuck in my cunt tonight!" she answered sharply. "I'm getting out of here."
"Like hell!" Bill grabbed Sylvia's hair as she turned and took a step, toward the door. He yanked her back and whirled her to face him. "You can't lead me on like a cheap slut and then walk away!"
She grabbed his arm, clawed with her sharp nails and broke his strong grasp.
"I'm not walking away, asshole! I'm running!" Sylvia bolted for the door, but he got there ahead of her.
"I bought you dinner and drinks. That's about three times what a fucking cheap whore is worth!"
She snarled and tried to get around him, but Bill pushed her back.
"So you're getting it three times, baby. In your pussy, in your mouth and up your ass!"
He slapped her hard across the face, sending Sylvia spinning to her knees.
She yelped and cried. "Would you like someone to treat your daughter this way?"
"You aren't fit to mention her!"
Bill grabbed the front of her silky red blouse and ripped it open. Sylvia's firm jutting tits heaved in a black strapless bra designed to enhance her cleavage. "Look at that! You even dress like a whore showing off the merchandise."
Sylvia grabbed the front of her ripped blouse and tried to cover her tempting sharp-peaked tits.
"You want me to scream and wake up your precious little girl?" she threatened.
"Go ahead, whore. The basement is soundproof. Yell your fucking head off!"
He grabbed the waistband of her black miniskirt and yanked it down. She cried out in shock even though no one could hear her.
Lacy black panties V'd down between her long, shapely legs, a filmy wedge of cloth barely wide enough to cover her cunt hair. Bill grabbed and yanked them down to her knees.
"Aaagggh!" Sylvia stumbled, trying to get away. She tripped in the tangle of her skirt and panties, sprawling face down on the floor.
Bill yanked his black leather belt from the loops of his slacks. He clenched the heavy brass buckle in the fist of his right hand and lashed the broad strap down hard across her back.
A loud wail of pain filled the room. Bill laughed and whipped her ass with the next vicious stroke.
"This is what I should have done to Wendy's damn mother!" he growled.
"Well, I hope somebody whips your little girl!" she cried. "I hope she's whipped and raped, and fucked up the ass by a prick bigger than yours!"
"You must like getting whipped!" he raged. "Because you're asking for it!"
Bill striped a blazing red welt of pain across Sylvia's back, breaking the band of her black bra. She screamed and twisted, her tits spilling out of her bra as she rolled on her back.
He looked at the luscious, taut-peaked cones of tit-flesh topped by protruding nipples the red-orange color of rust. Bill grinned and whipped her tits, licking his lips while she writhed and moaned from the stinging hot slap of his leather belt...
"You wanna say anything more about my little girl?" he asked coldly.
"Yeah, why don't you stick your cock in her? She might be impressed. I've been fucked by three guys bigger than you... all in one night!" she cried with tears streaming.
"So you're a liar as well as a whore! You said mine was the biggest you ever saw."
"You're not even big enough to keep your wife happy," she taunted him so angry and hurt she wasn't thinking how stupid it was to antagonize a man who had her at his mercy.
"You slut! You stinking cunt!"
He lashed the belt between her legs.
Sylvia screamed as pain burned into her pussy like an exploding fire bomb.
Bill whipped her pussy again, breathing hard and smelling her ripe pussy-scent. Her clit felt the sting of his belt and that made her juices gush like a flood. Two more strokes of the broad lash left her too weak to stand. Sylvia cowered at his feet, curled in a ball and hugging her tits.
He tipped over a table in the middle of the room.
Sylvia cast a worried glance at the four legs sticking straight up in the air. It was like a flash from a real-life nightmare years ago. That night after the barn dance, the men had driven four stakes in the ground and stretched her out like a muskrat hide tacked up to dry.
Bill grabbed her silky, smoke-colored hair and dragged her between the legs at one end of the long table. He grabbed four cords from back of the bar and started to tie her outstretched arms to the table legs.
"Don't d-do this to me!" she moaned, fearful of his smoldering rage.
As nylon cords cinched her soft flesh, Sylvia began to think, she had told him too much about her past. Perhaps there were things about a woman no man should know. Her husband had been happy with her until he heard about the way she grew up. That made him crazy... and now it was happening to her again.
Bill tied her ankles to the table legs, binding the knots so tight that her flesh burned. She looked at him with sorrowful eyes which were the luminous, deep green color of jade. Streaming tears made them all the more brilliant, and all the more sad.
"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded. "I want to make love."
He laughed. "Love? What does a fucking slut like you know about love?"
Bill began stripping off his clothes, laughing and leering at the helpless beauty who sobbed at his feet. He as happy his sexy neighbor had turned out to be no better than a whore. What he was planning to do might have bothered him if she'd been a proper woman.
Bill dropped to his knees between her spread legs, stark-naked, with his stiff cock sticking up at a sharp angle. He put his hands around her tits, squeezing so that Sylvia's nipples bulged through circles formed by his thumbs and forefingers. He kissed one ruddy tit-crown and then the other, flailing them with his wet tongue.
She groaned, wincing and writhing.
"This is what you've been wanting all along, isn't It? Playing up to me ... just begging for it."
"N-n-no!" she cried. "I want a man who... a man who-"
Sylvia didn't really know what she wanted. Bill was handsome and strong. He excited her, and now that she was in bondage, he excited her even more.
Bill stroked her smoky gray hair and laid long strands like gleaming silk between her tits. Then he hunched forward and angled his stiff cock into the cleft. He pressed her tits together and fucked his long prick between them.
The knob of his cockhead poked against soft flesh under Sylvia's chin. That made her moaning voice warbles. She gave anguished grunts, feeling his hot prick sliding between her warm tits. The long shaft of his cock was gliding on her silky hair.
"I'm too hot to start in your cunt," Bill grunted. "I haven't had a woman since I split from my wife."
Sylvia wished he would stop talking about his ex-wife. She kept thinking that whatever he did to her was meant for the other woman. She wanted him now. It didn't matter what he'd done. The whipping made her flesh hot. Her whole body seethed with desire.
She tilted her head toward him, parting her lips, as Bill pumped his anxious cock in a soft valley of tit-flesh lined with her silky long hair. Sylvia flicked her tongue at his cock-knob when he drove it forward, then she sucked when he pulled his prick back out, of reach.
"Mmm!" she purred.
The heated throb of his cock made her heart race. The salty taste of his sweat made her hunger for cum. She bad not fucked with a man since Jeff's father took off, and Sylvia was unbearably horny.
Bill liked her licking and sucking his cockhead. It confirmed what he thought all along. The tall, smokey blonde was a hot one. Too hot for her own good. His weighty bails dragged on her heaving chest, flesh made hot and sultry by the sting of his leather belt.
He felt the simmering surge of jism rise up, and he clenched his cock muscles to hold it back. The tension swelled, making him moan.
Sylvia groaned. "Come forward! Put your cock in my mouth! I want to suck your cum!"
"Who but a hot fucking whore would want to do that?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Maybe that's all I am!" she wailed. "Give it to me, Bill! Let me swallow your jism!"
"Fuck you," he smiled. "It's your sister I really want. That lovely little widow. She's not a stinking slut like you."
"Bastard!" she growled with tears rushing to fill her green eyes. It was bad. enough having Bill think so much about his ex-wife, now he wanted Sheryl.
"She's a proper lady. She'd make a good second mother for my little girl. I'm going to marry her and make another baby!"
Sylvia shuddered and watched him rise up. Bill's straining cock slipped from her warm tit-cleft. He fisted the hard shaft of his cock and aimed it at her face like a gun. A deep grunt rumbled from his broad chest, then silvery jism spat hotly from the tip of his cock.
He sprayed Sylvia's face with sticky cum. The first gushing spurt hit beneath her nose and dripped do*n to her quivering lips. The next splashed into her eyes.
"I can still do it!" he gasped. "I'll make her pregnant I'll make her mine!"
"And prove you're a big man after all?" Sylvia questioned in contempt.
He fired a creamy hot blast into her gaping mouth.
"Ungh! Gaaagggh!" She gulped and swallowed his sticky-sweet cum.
"You tell Sheryl how much I've got for her. How much cock and how much cum."
"I'll tell her," she said with a nod. "She's only had one little dick in her... and she didn't like that very much."
"That's even better!"
Sylvia laughed coarsely. "She likes clit-fucking a lot more. She'll have a lot of fun with your little girl."
"You bitch!" Bill shot more jism at her smug face. Sylvia licked up his jizz and spat it back at him. "Goddamn!"
"She doesn't want your fucking cock and neither do I! It's too big for her and too damn small for me!"
"Small? Fucking whore, I'll show you how small it is!"
He reared back with his cock still spitting. Bill shot jism on her tits and all over her disheveled hair. He dropped more on Sylvia's belly and dribbled his last creamy gob on her cunt hair.
His cock didn't soften. Bill pushed his prick against her splayed crotch and wagged it up and down, smearing slick cum on her cunt-lips.
Sylvia sighed and squirmed, thrilled by his sullen rage. At last he was thinking of her. Only of her.
He rammed his cock into her hot whipped pussy and gave a lewd grin as the woman screamed. "Still think it's too small for you, slut?"
"Oooh, God!"
Sylvia had been without a cock too long. Her cunt muscles strained around his plunging hot prick. Tears of anguished delight filled her eyes. She arched and pumped her hips, taking it like the cock-crazy whore he said she was.
"Why don't you make me pregnant?" she moaned. "I'd like to have a little girl."
CHAPTER SIX
It was near dawn before Jeff and Bob felt they had enough.
By then, Sheryl and Wendy were both weak and wide-eyed with delight. They had been fucked to more orgasms than either of them could count.
Jeff slid off the bed and began to untie his captives. "My mother isn't home yet."
"Wendy's father must be fucking her," Bob guessed.
"I hope she likes it as much as I do," Wendy chimed in.
She had finished the night fucking like a hot little mink, cumming longer and harder each time.
When her wrists and ankles were untied, she sat on the edge of the bed and gingerly rubbed her raw flesh.
Her pussy was sore from an awful pounding. Jeff and Bob had fucked her more times than she could remember. Their anxious cocks never seemed to tire. Her cum-dripping cunt was still quaking with joyous aftershocks.
Sheryl was completely delirious, knowing that she had been fucked repeatedly by her nephew and her own son. The shame of that settled on her as the delightful contractions of climax began to fade.
"You wanna go see what they're doing?" Bob asked.
"Yeah, I do. And I want to bring our baseball bats."
Wendy gasped. "You aren't going to hurt him!"
"I gotta do something if he's been fucking my mother," Jeff said.
"But you've fucked me and your aunt!"
"And it's not like Sylvia was an innocent virgin," Sheryl added.
"She's still my mother!"
Bob smiled. "Big deal. I've been fucking mine."
"That's it," Wendy said. "He's jealous. I bet Jeff wants to fuck his mother!"
"I do not! I want to watch your father fuck you!"
* * *
Bill vented his pent-up aggression on Sylvia. He fucked her twice, while she was bound spread-eagled on the overturned table top. Then he tied her ankles to the brass rail of the bar and bent her over the top.
Her ass stuck out between two of the stools. He stretched her arms and tied them to sink faucets on the other side of the bar. Sylvia raised her head and Bill stuck his weakened cock in her mouth.
"Suck it, cunt-face. Make me hard again so I can fuck your ass."
"Ungh, please!" Her fearful rush of breath popped his rubbery cockshaft from her mouth. She hated ass fucking. Just thinking about it made her shithole cringe and clench.
He laughed and jabbed his cock at her lips puffing her hair so that Sylvia could not turn her head away. She tasted cum glossed on his shaft.
"Suck me hard, you stinking whore!"
* * *
Jeff and Bob heard nothing when they walked into the living room upstairs. They stopped and listened, and then went on to check the bedrooms. Bill's car was parked in front of the house, but he and Sylvia were nowhere to be found.
"Dad has a playroom in the basement." Wendy whispered. "They must be down there."
She led the way to the stairs.
The boys descended on tiptoes, both clutching their baseball bats.
Wendy started to follow, but Jeff motioned her to stop. "Stay there until we call for you."
"No, I want to see what they're doing." Her father made such a big thing about her being good that Wendy was dying to see what he was doing to the woman who'd been with him all night.
"Keep her with you, Aunt Sheryl," Jeff said. "I want to surprise the sonofabitch a little bit
at a time."
Sheryl gripped Wendy's arms. By now, the woman was conditioned to obey orders without question. She watched Jeff open the door. He gave nod and Bob followed him into the room.
Bill didn't hear them. He was ass-fucking Sylvia, rasping deep grunts while reaming her ass.
Jeff and Bob were only three feet behind him when the older boy snarled: "You bastard, banging my mother's ass!"
Sylvia gasped. "Jeff-"
Sylvia's tortured face flushed with shame.
"Oh, Son! I'm so glad you're here! Make him stop!"
"You heard the lady. Pull it out, asshole!"
Bill groaned. His cock was about ready to fire. He hated to stop, and he knew that Sylvia didn't really want him to. Her ass was really heating up. But Jeff threatened him with the baseball bat.
He gave a disgruntled moan and pulled back, and his fiery hot prick slid from the rippling grasp of Sylvia's ass. Bill stood rasping for breath glaring at the two boys who gave him a strange look.
"See what he did to me!" Sylvia moaned, bound hand, and foot, bent over the bar with her ass sticking out. She was playing the role of an abused woman to the hilt.
"Yeah, I see. I also saw that you were getting to like it," Jeff smirked.
"No! He forced me! It was awful!"
"Awful because I made him stop?"
Sylvia heaved a wracking sob.
Bill took a step forward. "Look, kid-"
"I'm not a kid! My cock is damn near as big as yours. And I've fucked with it, mister. I've been fucking all night."
Bill grinned lewdly. "That's good. I fucked a teacher of mine when I was about your age."
"A teacher?" Bob gasped in awe. "Oh, my God."
"Then you must think it's all right," Jeff said. "Fucking, I mean."
Bill wasn't, quite sure how to answer. He wanted to win the boys over, not piss them off. "Women need it. Sometimes they don't even know how much."
Sylvia looked back over her shoulder and saw Bob standing beside Jeff. He was staring at her trim, taut ass and licking his lips. "He thinks your mother needs it too, Bob. He wants to fuck her and make a baby."
"A baby? Oooh, jeez!" Bob thought his mother was too old for that.
"Is that so?" Sheryl asked, striding into the room with a smile. "You think that much of me?"
Bill gulped and looked uncomfortable, standing there naked with his stiff cock sticking out. "Er, yes. I think you're a fine woman. A real lady-"
"He thinks I'm nothing but a whore!" Sylvia cried. "Please, Jeff... cut these cords and let me go!"
The boy was more interested in watching Bill with his Aunt Sheryl.
Sheryl walked toward Bill with a warm grin curving her full, soft lips. Her pillowy tits jiggled enticingly with each step she took.
Bill had never seen that kind of look on a woman's face. She looked cat-like, sly, with animal cunning illuminating her eyes.
"Tell me more about what a fine lady I am," she teased, reaching a hand out to grab his big cock.
"Don't!" be said, wincing and pulling back. His cock was still trembling with explosive pressure. Watching Sheryl's luscious tits quiver made it even worse. If she even touched his cock, it would fire.
"Bill, we can't make a baby if you keep backing away. Don't you want to put your cock in me? It's bigger than Jeff s. I'm dying to know what it feels like."
"Bigger than Jeff's? Was it your aunt you've been fucking?" Bill asked the boy.
"Yeah, her and-"
Sylvia screamed. "Jeff, you didn't!"
"Oooh, yes, he did!" Sheryl sighed with a dreamy-eyed smile.
She took Bill's cock in her hand and felt him shudder. Then the load of hot jism he had ready to shoot in her sister's ass suddenly exploded.
Quickly Sheryl dropped to her knees and aimed his cock so that jetting spurts of silver-white cum shot into her mouth.
"Mmm" she moaned. More cum spat at her. She gulped and swallowed. "You've got a big load! But I can't believe you really want me. Not if you were going to pump it up my sister's ass."
She bowed her head forward and sucked on his cock. His prick was hot and reeking, smeared with sharp-tasting stains fresh from Sylvia's ass.
"You still think she's such a fine lady?" Bob asked. He had to marvel at what a wonderful wanton his mother had become.
Bill reached down and squeezed Sheryl's beautiful big tits while she hungrily sucked him off, swallowing cum like it was pure ambrosia to her.
"I-I think she's more a woman than I ever thought," he said, grunting as he gave Sheryl his last shot of jizz.
The widow rocked back and licked her smirking lips. She was angry at Bill for going after Sylvia because she was so willing.
"Why did you take her if it's me you really want?" she asked with a pained look.
"Because ... because-" Bill faltered. How could he explain raw lust to a jealous woman?
"It really doesn't matter," she said with cloying sweetness. "I had a good time with Jeff. And with my son Bob."
"Oh, shit! You fucked your own kid?" Bill's image of her as a proper young widow was shot all to hell.
"He fucked me," she said. "In bondage, just like you've done to Sylvia."
"Then you must have asked for it," he said sharply.
Sylvia started to laugh, enjoying Bill's dismay. Her ankles hurt, bound tightly to the brass rail. Her wrists burned where she had writhed and twisted in cruel restraint.
"I didn't ask to be treated like this," Sylvia complained bitterly.
Bill was trying to figure out what to say. There was no good way to explain. "But... but you liked it."
"So did I!" Wendy interrupted as she walked into the basement play room.
Bill gasped. "Wendy! You're supposed to be in bed!"
Then Bill did a classic double take. His young daughter was stark naked. She had undressed outside on the stairs, slipping off a robe borrowed from Sheryl for their trip across the street.
"Jeeezus Christ! Cover yourself!"
"Daddy, the boys have already seen what I've got."
"They didn't-" He choked and couldn't get the words out. But the answer was obvious. Cum dripped from her pussy and ass, trickling down her legs like a slow-moving lava flow.
"Yes, they did. They started with her, Bill."
Sheryl rose from her knees and glared at him eye to eye, lips curled in a mocking lewd grin.
"So she must have asked for it," Sylvia said, laughing harder now that she knew Bill's precious daughter had been fucked.
"Oooh, God!" Bill slumped back against the bar, standing beside Sylvia's naked ass. Her taut asscheeks rocked and rollicked with her spasms of laughter. Bill looked around for his belt. "It's not funny! Goddamn you!"
"I think it is," Sylvia insisted. "What goes around, comes around."
Bill grabbed his belt off the floor and lashed it hard across her ass.
Sylvia's laugher shrilled into a scream of pain. Then it was Bill's turn to laugh. His arm-arched back, but Jeff stepped between-the man and his mother.
"Enough," he said, brandishing the baseball bat. "Wendy only got what you were giving her."
"And I got to like it," the girl said. "I really did!"
"You little bitch!" He swung at her with his belt. "You're worse than your mother!"
Bill lashed Wendy across the tits. She howled and whirled, sobbing, with her back to him and her shoulders hunched. He whipped her cute little ass and splattered cum that was still dripping from her shithole.
Wendy pitched forward and dropped to her knees. Long reddish-brown hair fanned all around her head. Bill lunged at her and lashed down with his broad leather belt.
"Even they weren't this mean to me!" Wendy cried.
Fiery red stripes of pain blazed across her back and upraised ass.
"You fucking wanton! You stinking whore!" Bill flailed her with his belt again and again. Stinging loud cracks echoed sharply, mixed with the young girls cries of pain.
"Good thing this room is soundproof," Sylvia said with a smirk. "Wendy can scream her head off and no one will hear."
"It's not funny, Mother," Jeff said. "You deserve it as much as she does. Maybe more."
He put the baseball bat on the bar and pulled his belt from around his waist.
"No, I'm your mother! Don't you dare!"
Jeff laughed and lashed her ass. Watching Bill whip his daughter fired the boy's sullen rage. He striped a blazing red welt across his mother's ass and cackled maniacally, swinging his arm back to whip her again.
Bob's head jerked from one to the other. He watched Wendy take a vicious hard lash, then he saw his Aunt Sylvia get some of the same.
They were both screaming, and Bill's cock swelled hard again.
The younger boy felt the same eerie kind of excitement. He glared at his mother and watched her tits heave.
"You've got good reason to worry," he said. "You're all alike. Cock-crazy whores! And you're a fucking lesbian on top of that!"
"No, Bobby!" Sheryl staggered back to the wall, crossing her arms to protect her lush tits. He dropped the baseball bat and came toward her, swinging his belt.
"I got my ass whipped lots of times for less than what you've done," he said. "And don't call me, Bobby. You fucking bitch, I'm not your little boy any more! I've had my dick in you, remember? And you took it like a fucking whore!"
To an outsider, it would have looked like a lewd riot--three broad leather belts hissing and lashing down. Loud cracks and tortured wails. Two women naked, a third with her clothes being whipped to tatters.
Bill Williams was whipping his daughter, trying to beat her back into childhood even though he knew it was too late for that. She wasn't the good little girl he expected her to be now--she was a woman, the kind of woman he really wanted. Desire for her, a fierce yearning the world said was wrong, fueled his rage.
Bob whipped his mother because all she had taught him about life was wrong-idealistic bullshit like the fairy stories she had read to him when he was a child. If sex was so sinful, why did she enjoy it? The truth was out now, and she had to suffer for the sins of her past.
Jeff was the most angry and confused of them all. During the long night, he had heard things about his mother from her sister Sheryl. Things he didn't want to believe. His mother had been gang raped twice in her life-once by some of her cousins, and later by his father's friends. And she had climaxed with all of them, again and again.
She had almost reached orgasm with Bill Williams when Jeff had walked in. That wasn't how he wanted his mother to be.
The boy snarled and lashed his belt down her back. She howled and writhed, grinding her clit against the edge of the bar. Sylvia came to a pain-fired climax right before his eyes.
"I-I can't help it!" Sylvia cried. "I'm only human! I have needs-"
Wendy crawled and rolled across the floor, lashed front and back by her father's leather belt. She screamed and sobbed, twisting and squirming while he vented his fury. He dragged her to the middle of the overturned table and flopped the girl on her back.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she cried in a weak voice.
"Show you what happens to bad little girls," he replied.
Four cords were still bound around the table legs. Bill tied Wendy's wrists, stretching her joints because she was smaller than Sylvia and the lines hardly reached.
Tight loops and biting knots cut her tender skin. Bill tied her ankles, standing over the weeping girl when he was through. Whipping her had given him an erection-that was painfully hard.
"Look at you!" she moaned. "What right have you to punish me?"
"I'm your father. That's right enough."
"You just want to fuck me!" she shot back. "You always have! I remember when I used to sit on your lap-"
"Shut up!" Bill didn't want her blabbing in front of the neighbors, but he had been hard for her many times before. She learned to tease as a little girl, to get what she wanted by playing coy with him.
"You were so strict because you wanted me. You wanted a young virgin."
"But you aren't a virgin any more," he said, settling on his knees. "You're a whore just like those other two bitches!"
Bill shook his head in a show of sadness, but in a way he was relieved. He could not have made himself touch her if he were the first, but now nothing mattered.
He leaned forward, braced over her on the strength of his left arm. Bill's other hand slowly worked his cockhead into her dripping cunt.
"You're right," he said with a lewd grin. "I have wanted you for a long time. And now there's no reason for me to hold back."
"Unnngh!" she groaned. "Oooh, Daddy... your cock is so big!"
"Bigger than what those guys gave you?"
"Yyyeeesss!" Wendy's eyes fluttered and filled with tears, flaring wide as he pushed his cock into her pussy "It's too big for me! I'm just a little girl!"
"A little slut, you mean. You're gonna love it, baby! You're gonna cum hard on my big cock!"
"Nnnooo, it's hurting me! You're too big!" Her anguished cries were like music to his ears. Bill rooted his cock in her and fucked Wendy's cunt with all his might.
Being more experienced than either of the boys who first fucked her, Bill had moves they hadn't learned. He angled his cock one way and then another, twisting as he drove his prick in.
"Hhhooo! Ooooh! Whooo-weee!" Wendy cried. "That's good, Daddy! That's better than I ever had before!"
Bill's lewd grin curved from ear to ear. "My little girl. My little slave. I'm gonna love fucking you, baby. Every night from now on. No way am I going to miss your faithless bitch mother!"
Wendy was just learning to work her pussy muscles in ways to delight a man's cock. She clenched, and her cunt shivered all around her father's big cock.
"You... you like me better than mom?" she asked.
"A lot better!" He hunched forward so that his cockhead plowed deep into her sleek little cunt tunnel. Then he reared back and smashed into her pussy with his next thrust. He slanted his cock left, then right, screwing his hips in a spiral that made Wendy wail with delight.
"What about Sheryl? You don't really want to marry her and make a baby, do you?"
Wendy was jealous and it showed. She wanted her handsome father all to herself.
"No, not anymore. I've got my own little baby. I've got you!"
Wendy came to a gut-wrenching climax with her father. She had never felt such lewd rapture in all her life. Neither of them felt shame for what they were doing. Nor did they stop to think where it might lead.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bob whipped his mother until his arm tired. Sheryl slumped to her knees and cowered in a corner of the room with her head bowed. Fiery welts criss-crossed her ripe body front and back. Her blouse and skirt had been torn to shreds, seams ripped and cloth split by the stinging hot lash of his heavy belt.
Jeff finished with Sylvia about the same time. She was bent over the bar and sobbing in hysterics. The woman had never felt such pain in her whole life. Even the beatings her ex-husband had given her seemed pleasant compared to what she had just suffered from her son's angry hand.
The two boys met in the middle of the room, smiling, as they watched Bill Williams fuck his daughter with one deep-reaming cock-thrust after another. Wendy sighed, squirmed and wailed in rapture, climaxing with him again and again.
"Looks like we don't have to worry about him fucking our mothers," Bob said.
"Not now," Jeff agreed. Bill was completely enthralled by his young daughter. They weren't just fucking now, they were making love, each straining to delight the other in new ways.
"So what are we gonna do?" Bob asked.
"Take our women home and leave the two lovebirds alone," Jeff suggested.
"My mom won't be worth a shit for a while. Not after the whipping I just gave her," Bob said.
"That doesn't matter," Jeff told him. "Neither one of us has fucked mine."
Ten minutes later, Jeff and Bob found some tow chains and padlocks in the garage. They locked one end of a twenty-foot length around Sheryl's neck, collaring her like a dog. The other end went around a drain pipe under the kitchen sink.
"That's so you won't go wandering back to Bill Williams," Jeff said as he snapped the second lock tight. "Fix us some breakfast. We're gonna be hungry when we get done with my mother."
Sheryl cast a sorrowful glance at her sister, so tall and striking even though her lithe body was a maze of red welts.
"I wonder which of us has it worst," she asked, clanking the chain locked around her neck.
Sylvia put up a brave front. "You know me, I hate to cook."
"Yeah, the only thing you like beating up is your cunt," Jeff said, "and I'm hungry for that right now!"
He dragged his mother toward the master bedroom at the back of the house. Bob followed behind them, watching the sway of his Aunt Sylvia's enticing ass.
Taking little Wendy prisoner had been fun, but having the two older women whipped into submission was a lot better. Bob's mother was a slave in the kitchen, red with painful welts and wearing rags. His Aunt Sylvia was naked and walking meekly down the hall.
"It's gonna be like this from now on," Jeff was telling her. "We don't take any more shit from you two. You don't run around, and you don't have anybody in the house unless we say it's okay. You got that?"
"Yes, dear." Sylvia tried to put up a brave front, but she couldn't choke back her sobs or stop her streaming tears.
"Don't call me dear! I'm your master! Got that, cunt-slave?" Jeff pushed her into the bedroom, then planted a foot on her shapely ass and gave his mother a shove.
Sylvia lurched forward with a frightened cry, tripped over the end of the bed and sprawled face down in a puddle of partly dried cum. The whole bed was wet with it. Sylvia shivered and squirmed, but she did not dare to sit up.
"We gave it to Wendy and Sheryl all night," Jeff said, looming over her with a delighted lewd grin. "Now it's your turn. But you already know what that's like ... don't you, cunt-slave?"
"Y-y-yes" she stammered, afraid to confess the truth, but even more fearful of telling a lie.
"The other times, you ever take two dicks at once?" Jeff demanded to know.
"They just raped my pussy!" she sobbed.
"Well, then we got something new for my mother, the whore."
Sylvia tossed on her back. "Jeff, I am your mother!"
"Not any more," he broke in. "You're my cunt-slave! My ass-kissing cunt-slave. You got that?"
Jeff began pulling off his pants and shirt. Bob latched in awe.
"Yes, dear."
"Not dear, you stupid bitch! Ass-kissing cunt-slave! Get that through your fucking thick skull!"
"Cunt-slave," she repeated numbly. "Ass-kissing cunt-slave. Yes, master ... I understand."
Sylvia could not understand, much less explain the tangled thoughts running through her mind at that moment. There was something strangely exciting about having her young son take complete charge of her life and her sister's as well. It was frightening, humiliating, yet thrilling at the same time.
"So kiss my ass!" he demanded. "Crawl off the fucking bed and pucker your lips!"
"Je-I mean, master. If you don't mind, I'd rather not."
"I don't give a rat's ass what you mind! Kiss my shithole and stick your tongue in!"
Jeff turned and crossed his arms over his chest, smirking for the benefit of his cousin Bob who stood gaping by the door.
Sylvia slowly crawled off the bed with a sad moan, then hunched on her knees behind her young son. Sylvia shuddered and bent her head forward to kiss his ass, wiggling her tongue around the taut puckered rim of his shithole.
"I want your fucking tongue in me!" he snarled. "You were so hot for Bill's cock up your ass, I want some idea what it's like."
A shudder of loathing made her lithe body ripple from head to toe, but fear of another vicious lashing with his leather belt made Sylvia stick out her tongue. She pushed into his ass and lurched back from the awful taste.
"Ungh!" she loaned, wanting to watch.
Jeff reached behind him and grabbed her long hair, parting the smoky strands back of her head and pulling them forward around his waist. A sharp tug buried his mother's pretty face in the crack of his ass.
"Tongue-fuck it, cunt-slave. I want to feel how far you can reach. Mmm, that's a little better. Now bring your hands around front and jack me off."
Her son's cruel domination was fast turning into a nightmare. Jeff was pushing to see how far he could make her go. But Sylvia knew better than to resist. She circled his waist with her arms and gathered trailing strands of her own smokey-blonde hair in her hands.
She remembered how Bill liked gliding his cock through her silky long hair when he had laid his prick between her tits. Her right band and its soft veil of hair curled around his cock. The left cupped like a bird's nest lined with down and cradled his balls.
Sylvia stroked her son's cock and gently rolled his balls between her fingertips, thrusting her tongue into his asshole at the same time.
"Ungh!" he groaned. "You're really good!" Jeff had jacked himself off hundreds of times, but never like this. The tingle in his ass and the throb of his balls made the sensation simply exquisite. Even though he had been fucking all night almost non-stop, he felt the surge of heated jism swell in his balls right away.
He tensed and gritted his teeth, hissing and grunting, trying to bold back his fiery geyser flow. Jeff wanted to enjoy the delicious tension of anticipation as long as he could. His mother went on teasing and thrusting her tongue with a steady rhythm timed to the beat of his racing heart.
"Hhhmmm! Aaagggh!" Jeff stiffened. His cock twitched in his mother's warm hand, then it surged and shot jism half the width Of the room.
Sylvia could feel the pulse of each creamy glob swell the meaty rod of his cock and burst free.
She had forgotten how virile and horny young boys can be. The stuttering cum-spurts went on and on, and still Jeff was not satisfied.
"Again!" he demanded. "I love the way your hands work!"
Sylvia hand-jacked him to another explosive orgasm, twisting and wiggling her tongue in his asshole while milking his balls that were nested in a pad of silky blonde hair.. He came again, but not so hard or long this time.
Bob stood watching, amazed by what he saw. Although the boys shared a room, they managed to do their jacking-off in private. Now Jeff's cock was pumping cum right before his eyes. Drops of nervous sweat beaded on Bob's furrowed brow. Anxious and detracted, he began to undress.
"Want her to tongue your ass and whip your dick?" Jeff asked in a tired voice when he had fired his last shot.
"Sure, why not?"
Jeff pulled away from his mother. "You heard him. Give Bob what you just gave me."
Sylvia's pretty face was a mask of seething disgust. A bitter, rank taste burned her tongue, but she knee-walked behind her nephew and looked at the crack of his ass.
Sylvia stuck out her tongue with reluctance.
"Tell him who you are!" Jeff insisted.
"I-I am your ass-kissing cunt-slave," she muttered, finding the words more bitter than the taste in her mouth.
"Now ask him for permission," Jeff told her with a malicious grin.
"May I... kiss your ass?" she asked in a quaking voice.
Bob opened his mouth to tell her yes, but Jeff broke in before he could say the word. "Beg, you bitch!"
She gulped. "Please, sir. May I have the honor of kissing your ass? May I jack-off your beautiful big cock?"
Bob started playing the role of a slave master, grinning and turning to face her. "Not right now. I have to piss."
All of the excitement made his bladder ache. He edged around her toward the door.
"Piss on her," Jeff told the younger boy.
"Nnnooo!" Sylvia moaned, shocked.
"Ass-kissing cunt-slaves do not say no! You beg for the honor of being pissed on."
Sylvia gulped again, choking down her bitter resentment. To argue or talk back would surely get her another vicious belt-lashing, maybe from both of them at once. She couldn't stand that. The heat of her blazing welts had just become bearable.
"P-please, sir ... honor your ass-kissing cunt-slave by pissing on me."
"You can make it sound better than that," Jeff said in contempt. "I know you used to act in school plays."
Blushing shame and a shiver of disgust tensed her breathy voice. "Oh, please, my lord and master, let your humble slave bask in the glory of your golden rain."
Bob gurgled a laugh that he was trying to hold back, but he gripped his cock and started pissing in Sylvia's face. She rocked back on her knees, eyes and mouth clamped tightly shut. A bitter, stinking stream of piss hit her nose. The stench fouled each breath she took. Piss splashed-over her lips and burned with an awful taste that reached her tongue even though she tried hard to keep her mouth closed.
Jeff stood behind her with his cock in his hand. He gave a little grunt and started pissing on her too.
Sylvia swayed on her knees and made gurgling noises, rocking between the two yellow streams. Jeff drenched her long hair. Bob sprayed her tits and crotch, washing away some of Bill William stale cum. A spreading stain of stinking piss soaked the carpet under her knees.
Bob gasped. "Jeez, we're making an awful mess."
"So what? We got two slaves to clean it up." They both shook their pricks when they bad pissed themselves dry.
"Now give Bob a suck," Jeff said to his whimpering mother.
Sylvia blinked her eyes to rid them of stinging yellow drops, and a bitter taste burned like acid when she timidly parted her lips. Sylvia could feel the warmth of her wet hair and piss dribbling down to the crack of her ass. Shudders of loathing rippled her sleek curves, but damp I warmth soothed her painful welts.
Jeff looked at her. "She's a stinking disgrace! Get a hose."
Bob ran to the garage, passing his mother in the kitchen without saying a word. She was frying eggs, sausage and hash brown potatoes for breakfast. Sheryl cringed as he walked by, naked, with his cock swinging like a pendulum. He came back a moment later carrying a roll of garden hose with a brass nozzle.
Bob hooked the hose to a faucet in the hall where the washing machine was usually connected, turned on the hot water and dragged the nozzle end into the bedroom.
Jeff took the nozzle and twisted it on. A fine spray splashed his mother's face, rinsing off piss. The water was chilling cold at first, slowly turning warm ... then hot.
Sylvia began to twist and moan as the steaming puddle swelled around her bended knees.
"Now get upon the bed," Jeff ordered, "and spread your legs."
"No, Jeff! Please-"
"Don't tell me no, slave! Your fucking cunt is like a sewer pipe! I'm going to clean it out for you."
Sylvia groaned. She was fearful of worse pain if she dared to disobey. She climbed up on the bed and stretched out on her back. Bob looked at her and couldn't help drooling. His aunt was so lithe and lovely, even drenched like a drowned rat. Glimmering beads of water dotted her rigid nipples and sparkled like frost in the smokey-blonde thatch of her cunt hair.
Jeff worked the hot tip of the nozzle into her cunt.
"Aaagh!" she gasped, wincing and jerking away.
He thrust the brass spire in deeper. Spraying hot mist filled and flushed her cunt tunnel, gushing back out around the nozzle when her pussy-guts wrenched.
Hot water, mixed with jism, puddled on bed under her writhing ass. Jeff grinned, licking his lips and turned the jetting spray on the puckered rim of her shithole.
Sylvia's voice strained with a tortured wail.
He pushed the hot brass nozzle up her ass, watching her writher, as her bowels filled to the point of unbearable pain. Then he jerked back to see clenching ass muscles expel the flushing stream.
Cleaning out her asshole left a stinking, brown-tinged stain in the middle of the bed.
"Now get up!"
Jeff's mother struggled to her knees, sobbing and bowing her head as she climbed off the bed.
Her flushed pussy and ass were still dripping.
Jeff turned the hose on her, circling to wash off the residue. "Take her to our room, Bob. Tie her on my bed. This one's too wet and dirty even for a fucking slave."
Bob kept thinking they had gone too far. They had wrecked his mother's bed, soaked the mattress so that it smelled like shit. And hosing out his aunt's insides could have ripped her guts. Luckily, Jeff had the nozzle turned to a fine mist and didn't leave it in very long-but not because he, was thinking much about her well-being.
Jeff's dark eyes clouded with a vicious look. He went into the kitchen, trailing the hose. Sheryl cowered against the wall, wiping her hands on an apron she had tied around her waist to cover her naked cunt.
"Did you ask permission to put that on?" he asked coldly.
"N-n-no," she stammered, "but I'm cooking, and... and didn't want to be spattered by hot grease."
He adjusted the nozzle to a needle-sharp stream and turned it on her heaving pussy mound from halfway across the room.
"Ooowww!" she howled, twisting and trying to shield her cunt with her hand.
"Your cunt is supposed to stay naked and ready to fuck!" he said sternly.
"But, Jeff, you told me to fix breakfast."
"Fuck breakfast!" He sprayed her from head to toe, soaking the apron so that it was clinging to her ripely humped pussy mound like a wet coat of paint.
Sheryl screamed and howled, turning to face the wall. Jeff washed her down the back with steaming hot mist, loving the way her whipped ass shivered and squirmed. He jabbed the brass nozzle into her dripping cunt from behind.
Sheryl screamed. Steaming hot spray filled her pussy like more jism than a hundred men could fire. Then he jerked the nozzle away.
Sheryl's cunt heaved and gushed out the cleansing flow. A second later, she felt a hot finger of brass push into her shithole.
She screamed again, banging her head and both fists against the wall. Jeff laughed, jumping back out of the way to watch the hot water enema flush her wrenching ass-guts.
"Now clean up the goddamned mess you made!" he snarled "And when you finish here, do the bedroom."
"My... my chain won't reach that far," she, said pathetically.
"Then ask Bob to take you there. Kiss his ass and suck his cock. I want this fucking house clean before I'm done with my mother!"
"What about breakfast?" she moaned. There seemed to be no way she could meet all his demands.
"I'm not hungry," he said with a smirk, grabbing the skillet and dumping half-cooked sausage and eggs all over the wet floor. "You eat it, or I'll come back and mop the floor with your fucking face!"
He left her sobbing and sick with disgust, desperately fearful, knowing she had no choice but to obey. At the same time, Sheryl felt a shiver of eerie excitement. Jeff's cock had swelled straining hard and she could still feel the tingle of steaming hot spray in her pussy and ass.
She wished he would fuck her, not treat her like a kitchen drudge. "Jeff," she said in a pleading voice. "Flushing my pussy made it hot for you. I'll be good. Put your cock in me... please?"
"My mother gets it first. That fucking bitch wants it more than you do."
Jeff twisted the nozzle on full and dropped the steaming hose, watching the pressure make it writhe snake-like on the floor and flood the foul mess.
He never expected to turn his back on a beautiful, ripely built woman who begged for his cock. But he did now, leaving his aunt to weep tears of shame and frustration.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeff found his mother lying on her back in his bed, naked and bound spread-eagled. Her eyes fluttered, filling with tears. Sylvia had not yet recovered from the cruel hosing her son had given her.
He walked to the closet, keeping his eyes fixed hard on the long, sleek and graceful curves of his mother's lithe body. Her strained muscles were all sharply defined by the pull of the ropes that Bob had used to tie her hands ad feet.
She turned her head, wet silvery blonde hair still dripping, watching as Jeff picked out his heaviest leather belt.
"No, Jeff!" Sylvia said in a pleading voice. "Please, I can't stand any more pain!"
"You must like it," he sneered. "You keep asking for it."
"I didn't!"
"What the hell were you doing with Bill Williams?" he shot back, swinging the broad black leather belt so that it cracked across the palm of his left hand.
"I-I just went to the movies with him."
'And then to his basement to get whipped and fucked!"
"But I didn't want it that way!"
"Yes, you did! Aunt Sheryl told me all about you." Jeff bent the belt double, gripping the buckle and the tip end tightly in his clenched fist, lashing down hard on his own left hand again with the loop.
Sylvia cowered, twisting and straining the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. She winced and started to cry. Jeff laughed and curved his arm back high over his head. He gave an angry grunt and brought the belt hissing down.
The two-inch wide strap of hand-tooled black leather snapped with a cracking sound and burned a welt across his mother's tits. Her fearful sobbing boiled into a scream of pain.
"My mother, the whore," he scorned bitterly. "No wonder dad divorced you. Cheap fucking slut! How many cocks have been in your cunt?"
"I-I don't know," Sylvia whined.
Jeff's right arm blurred back and the belt made a snarling hiss moments before stinging a red stripe of-hot pain across Sylvia's pussy mound. Beads of moisture flew from her whipped cunt hair.
Her body twisted and jerked, writhing in torment.
Sylvia gasped, clenching her teeth to stifle another scream.
Bitter salty tears streamed down her cheeks to quivering lips contorted in pain. The briny taste burned her tongue as Jeff lashed her cringing pussy with his belt again and again.
She cast a desperate, pleading glance at him. Jeff was standing naked beside the bed, raising his arm to belt-whip her tortured pussy again. His cock throbbed with a fearsome pulse of lewd vigor, bloating the twisted tangle of blue veins that webbed the long shaft of his prick.
Sylvia bit her lip to keep from begging for him to fuck her. That would be the same as admitting that she was what he said-a cheap slut.
But the flailing belt spread the heat of lust through every muscle and nerve. Sylvia could feel the surging waves of desire ripple the taut fleshy sleeve of her cunt. Her cunt-oils simmered up from the depths, bringing with it the sharp scent of her pussy musk.
Jeff's nostrils flared when he smelled hot pussy. He felt rage and the hammering pulse beat of wild desire at the same time.
He whipped her writhing pussy mound until the flesh of her ripe hump and her creamy smooth thighs looked red and raw, burning with the heat of pain and passion in a frenzy that twined the two sensations into one.
The belt was tooled with his name in ornate letters that left an imprint everywhere it struck. He saw the letters of his name imprinted in blazing red above her silver-haired pussy and on both thighs.
"Your pussy is mine now," he gasped.
"Yes, Son!" Sylvia begged. "I-I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you back in my pussy again. I want it to hurt me just like the day you were born. That wonderful, awful pain!"
Jeff snarled and threw down the belt, climbing up on the bed between his mother's spread legs. "Say it straight out."
"I-I want you to fuck me."
"Louder!" he demanded.
"Fuck me!" she screamed.
Sylvia shuddered. She was sure some of the neighbors heard her lewd wail.
Bob was leading, half dragging his mother down the hall by her neck chain. She carried a bucket and a mop, He was taking her to clean the bedroom at the back of the house, but he paused to look in and see what his cousin was doing.
Sheryl looked, too, watching Jeff press the bloated head of his big cock into her sister's wringing tight cunt.
Sylvia made tortured noises like a young virgin feeling prick for the first time.
"Oooh!" Sheryl moaned.
Jeff slammed down and hilted his cock in his mother's cunt, grinning and drooling over her. Sylvia's tear-filled eyes flared wide. His cock was in her deep, fucking last and hard, as he arched and hammered his hips down.
"Ungh!" she groaned. "Aaagh!"
Sylvia's lithe pussy arched high to meet his reaming cock. She whirled and pumped her hips, clinging to his cock with all the strength of her rippling cunt muscles.
The power of her cunt contractions delighted her senses but tortured her mind. Sylvia could not help thinking she had sunk lower than ever before-giving in to incestuous desire, and giving herself so freely.
Surging pleasure overcame all her misgivings. Sylvia loved her son despite all he'd done-loved him more than any man she had ever fucked... including his father.
"Oh, God! Give it to me! Fuck me, Jeff! Cum in your mother's cunt!"
Jeff was in no hurry to do that. All the fucking and sucking with little Wendy and his Aunt Sheryl had drained the urgency from his heavy balls. Now Jeff could concentrate on the delights of pumping his cock deep and slow, letting the frenzied walls of his mother's sleek fuck-tunnel pull hungrily on his raging hard cock.
The slow, twisting thrusts of Jeff s hot prick enthralled her. He watched her pretty face turn to an ever-changing mask of sheer rapture. He heard her breathy gasps and moans of joy and felt her wringing pussy milk his throbbing cock.
"You like it, don't you, bitch? You like fucking with your son."
"N-n-no," she gasped, straining. "I-I love it! I've never been fucked like this before."
After a brutal whipping and the first vicious thrusts of her son's cock, Sylvia began to feel an eerie kind of bliss.
Jeff felt it too. Fucking his mother as his loving slave delighted him more than anything he could have imagined.
Sheryl knew what her sister was going through. She felt it when Bob fucked her.
Bob yanked her neck chain. "Come on, Mother-cunt. You've got to clean the back bedroom before you get fucked again."
"Yes," she said meekly. "I'll hurry, because I want to feel your cock in me again."
Watching Jeff fuck his mother had made Sheryl's pussy heave and surge with sinful desire.
Jeff was hardly aware of his aunt and cousin watching him pump his cock into the cunt from which he was born. He only enjoyed the sensation of pleasure, the thrilling sense of power that came with being in command.
"You're my fuck slave," he said.
"Yes, dear."
"You'll beg for my cock."
"Whenever you want."
The-heat of her son's slow, rhythmic fuck-thrusts was almost hypnotic. Sylvia was no longer in full control of her senses. She had been whipped and fucked into complete submission.
He grinned smugly, twisting his cock deep into her pussy, making his mother moan. "Take it, slave ... take it all!"
"Oooh, yes! I want it all! I love your hot prick in me!"
"You want my cock, you'll have to work for it."
"I-I know." Sylvia had seen her sister being yanked from the doorway by a chain locked around her neck. Even thoughts of cruel bondage excited her now. As a slave, she bad no reason to feel shame.
"No more bitching at me or Bob to take out the garbage," he said, drilling his cock deep while strong hands cupped over his mother's tits.
"Sheryl and I will do all the chores," she promised, gasping.
"And you'll do everything else you're told," he insisted, drawing his hot prick back out.
"If you don't, you'll be worse than pissed on," he warned. "I might sit on your face and make you eat my shit!"
"Hungh, n-n-no... I don't want you to do that."
"But what you want doesn't matter any more, does it?"
"No," she said grudgingly. "I'm a slave and must obey."
"That's good, Mother. That's very good. Now hump your fucking cunt at me! Fuck like a slave, bitch! Make me cum hard or I'll whip the hide right off your ass!"
"Hungh! Hhhooo!" Sylvia arched and twisted, pulsing her cunt with every move she knew how to make. "My son! My lord and master!"
Her mind soared free from worldly concerns. Sylvia rippled and pulsed her wet, clinging cunt to delight her son's cock. She swiveled her hips one way while he twisted his cock into her in the opposite direction. Hot friction made them both gasp joyous sounds of lewd delight.
Jeff sucked her nipples, swaying his head back and forth, then he clamped his bands under the cheeks of her ass and pumped his cock into her pussy with all his might.
He squeezed his mother's trim asscheeks and lifted her to meet his reaming cock, straining the ropes that bound her pained wrists and ankles.
"Aaagh! Hungh!" she groaned. "More!"
The middle finger of his right hand worked into the crack of her ass. Sylvia shuddered and felt her shithole clench tight.
"Nnnooo, please!" she begged. "Don't do that!"
"Don't ever say don't!" he growled, grinding his bony loins down on her humping pussy mound. "If I want a finger up your ass while we fuck, that's what you want too. Right, fuck slave?"
"Oooh, yes!" she cried, knowing it would do no good to resist.
"Tell me you want your ass reamed while I fuck your cunt."
"I want it," she moaned, choking back a sob of despair.
"You want what?" he demanded.
"I want my ass finger-fucked!" Sylvia cried.
"Good... because that's what you're going to get!"
Jeff slammed down and drove his probing middle finger into the tight, freshly washed tunnel of her ass. She gasped and launched her hips toward the ceiling, screwing herself onto his hot prick in a tortured frenzy of pain.
His throbbing cock filled her pussy and his wiggling finger teased her cringing asshole into a whirlpool of anguished delight. Jeff could feel the tip of his own finger stroke the bulging cum pipe that lined the underside of his stiff cock, but that was through a thin wall of slithering hot flesh that separated his mother's pussy from her ass.
He fucked into her and reamed her shithole, making her grunt, scream and moan all at once. Jeff finger-stroked the surging underside of his cock. Then he came with a roar, pumping cum that he could feel gush from his hot shaft like the torrent when a dam bursts.
He could feel the jizz swell his hot prick and explode into her as spurts of liquid fire. And through the thin wall of tender flesh between her pussy and ass, he could feel himself cumming with his fingertip.
Jeff teased his spurting prick and tortured her ass at the same time. Sylvia shrilled cries of pleasure and heaved deep moans of pain. Her shithole was so heated and tender after the flushing with a hot water hose, she could hardly endure the delicious torment of more stimulation.
Tortured spasms in her ass surged upward and made her pussy convulse into an orgasm like nothing she'd ever known. Hot tremors began as an anguished writhing in her ass rippled upward into, surging waves of rapture.
She gasped and bucked her hips to feel his cock go deep, then he slammed down and twisted to make her feel more marvelous pain shoot into her pussy from, her ass.
Jeff spurted searing hot gushes of cum into his mother's cunt with deep grunts of smug delight.
Her gasping, sobbing wails pitched higher and higher. His driving cock and the twisting finger up her ass made Sylvia go wild with lewd delight. She felt her pussy clench and seethe in frantic sucking waves. And she felt her ass channel ripple as her hot climax gripped her front and back.
Sylvia's pussy and ass were still seething long after she'd wrung her son's hot prick dry. His prick softened inside her, and he slipped his finger out of her ass.
Jeff smiled, rasping for breath. He brought his hands up to cup her cheeks. The finger still hot from spiking her ass stroked down her tear-stained cheek. It left a smudge she felt as heat and smelled as something foul.
He slid the finger to her clinging lips and circled around them while his softening cock twitched with aftershocks of dry ejaculation.
Jeff smiled. "Suck it."
He wiggled the finger between her tightly drawn lips.
"Nungh!" Sylvia tossed her head, but he kept his finger pressed against her gritted teeth.
"I said, suck it! Fucking cunt-face, lick my finger clean!"
Sylvia's soaring, dizzy rapture of delight crashed down. A bitter taste seeped into her mouth. The pains of bondage coursed through nerves jarred by shocks of pleasure only moments before.
She felt the chafing ropes burn the tender skin of her wrists and ankles. The tortured strain of her stretched joints flared up fresh and hot.
"Suck my ass-fucking finger, cunt-slave! Do it or I'll shit all over your face and make you eat it!"
A sick moan heaved her trim body. Sylvia winced, sobbing hysterically. She parted her clenched teeth. She sucked her son's stinking finger and teased around it with her tongue, repulsed at first, but then intrigued by the strangeness of her own taste.
She sucked and licked his finger clean. Jeff sighed, thrilled at the power he had over her. His mother, his fucking slave.
He finally pulled the finger from the grip of her clinging lips.
"What do you want me to do now?" Sylvia whispered.
"I might let you suck my cum-dripping cock hard again," he suggested.
"Oh, yes ... I'd love to do that "It sounded less painful, less terribly degrading than other things he might think of.
"Or I might squat on your face and let you fuck your tongue up my ass."
"I-I'd much rather suck your cock. I-I'll do things with my tongue that you won't believe."
"Is your mouth as good as your pussy?"
"Much better. My pussy doesn't have a wiggling tongue."
"Your pussy can't push itself up my ass either," he said, quickly swinging around to straddle her, facing his mother's bound feet. Jeff settled back so the crack of his ass came down on her fluttering lips.
Sylvia groaned in muffled torment. Jeff let go a stinking fart that filled her lungs like a lethal gas.
"Tongue-fuck my ass, you worthless slave! I want to see if you can do it good enough to make my prick spurt again."
Sylvia writhed violently.
"Your tongue up my ass is all that will keep me from shitting on your face," he threatened in a voice that seemed surprisingly soft.
Jeff raised up just enough to let her watch the dark, tightly puckered rim of his shithole squirm, as if it was working up a big turd to drop on her quivering lips.
Sylvia winced, then stuck out her tongue. She reluctantly swept it around her son's asshole and heard him heave a sigh of delight, pressing down so that the crack of his ass sealed her lips like a smoldering, hideously obscene kiss.
Sylvia forced herself to tongue his asshole. She heard him gasp. She thrust with her tongue, grim in acceptance of her role as slave.
Jeff rewarded her by capping a hand over her pussy and whirling his middle finger down on his mother's clit bud.
"I want to feel your tongue screw into my ass!"
"Hungh!" Sylvia gasped.
Her clit was still tingling from the thrill of orgasm, and his whirling finger was like a fan reheating the smoldering embers of lewd desire.
He lodged his cunt-slick cock between her firm tits and pushed them together, squatting at the same time so that her tongue was forced deeper into his tight ass.
His finger whirled around her juicy clit. His rubbery cock slid back and forth between her tits, and her tongue fucked his ass. They came to another climax lewdly entwined together that way...
CHAPTER NINE
By dusk, they were all tired.
Jeff and Bob had fucked both their cocks and their imaginations about dry. Dressed in jeans and T-shirts, they sat in the living room looking like typical kids.
Jeff was reading the sports pages of the afternoon paper, Bob was watching a game show on TV. The boys had gone out with Sheryl a few hours before, taking her along to sign the credit card charge slips for things they wanted to buy.
Their first stop was a uniform supply store where they picked out a couple of cute little maid's outfits-short, rustling black dresses with deep plunging V necklines, frilly white aprons and lacy little caps for their mothers to wear.
Then to a store specializing in even more exotic attire. They made Sheryl pick out black mesh hose, lacy garter belts and shiny black, patent-leather shoes with six-inch spike heels, one pair to fit her and another for Sylvia.
At the wine shop, they bought imported champagne and some cigars. Sheryl winced every time the credit card imprinting machine clanked back and forth, wondering how she and her sister would ever pay for it all. They were having trouble making ends meet without this kind of excess. But she knew better than to complain.
Back home, both mothers were dressed and acted as dutiful maids. They served the boys chilled champagne and lit their expensive cigars. Jeff and Bob both damn near choked trying to inhale, but they bravely pretended to enjoy smoking and kept the two women hovering nearby with ash trays and ice buckets ready to serve them more sparkling wine.
"Damn," Jeff said, "we should have rented tuxedos."
Before Bob could reply, a knock sounded at the front door.
Sheryl gave her sister a worried glance. "I wonder who that is?"
Neither of them wanted to be seen costumed as sexy maids waiting hand and foot on their young sons.
"Open the fucking door and find out," Jeff said, flicking the ash off his cigar.
His mother was nearest the door, so she went to answer the knock, walking unsteady in the slender spike-heeled shoes the boys had picked out for their mothers to wear.
Sylvia opened the door reluctantly, praying it was no one she knew. They saw a tall, shapely, ash blonde standing outside. Jeff studied her pretty face and decided she was a little older than he was. A little older and about the most tempting piece of ass he'd ever seen.
An uncertain smile curved the girl's lips. "Does Sylvia Hunter live here?"
Before his mother could answer, Jeff stood up and said: "Yeah, she does. Who wants to know?"
"My name is Shelly Stanton. I'm-I'm her daughter."
Sylvia gasped and staggered back from the door. Her face paled, and she felt a chilling shock that made it hard to breathe.
Jeff took his mother's place lathe doorway. "Her daughter? No, you must be looking for some other Sylvia. The one who lives here doesn't have a daughter."
"Are you sure? This is the address I was given by the adoption agency. "If-if I could just talk to her."
"Sure," Jeff said, stepping back with a curious grin. "Come in."
Sylvia's face was taut with a strickened look. She had a never told Jeff that he had a half-sister. Now she wondered how she could ever explain. Sherry came into the room and glanced around curiously, surprised to see two uniformed maids in an average suburban tract house.
Jeff and Bob were just staring at the beautiful ash blonde, grinning and licking their lips.
Sheryl knew about her sister's first child, a family secret that was seldom discussed. Seeing the girl now, grown into a beautiful young woman, gave her an eerie feeling--like suddenly meeting a ghost from her own past. Shelly looked just like Sylvia did in her teens.
Jeff smiled. "Don't just stand there, serve our guest some champagne."
Sylvia opened her mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say. She numbly poured a glass of sparkling wine and offered it to her daughter.
Being from a wealthy family, Shelly paid no real attention to servants.
"I'm Jeff Hunter," he said, enjoying his new role as master of the house. "Sylvia is my mother."
"Oooh, then you're my brother! Actually, my half-brother."
"No, I don't think so. I'm an only child... but I wouldn't mind getting to know you better."
"Jeff," Sylvia managed to say in a weak voice, "I-I did have a daughter before you were born. It's been a secret all these years, but-"
Shelly turned and stared at the fidgeting maid. "You're my mother?" she croaked. Then she saw the strong family resemblance. "Yes, of course... mother!"
They rushed into each other's arms and hugged warmly.
"But why are you dressed as a maid?"
"Er, well ..."
"It's-it's a little game we play to amuse the boys," Sheryl interjected. "I'm your aunt, and this is your cousin Bob."
They talked mostly about Shelly's life as the adopted daughter of a millionaire distiller, the maker of a fine Tennessee sipping whiskey. Shelly had gone to private schools for girls all her life, most recently in Switzerland, and was now engaged to marry a young man whose family raised thoroughbred race horses in Kentucky.
"Of course we'll be gong to the Derby this year," she concluded.
"Of course," Jeff said, nodding, letting his eyes wander up and down her lithe body.
Shelly talked about her adopted parents and their strict morals, not allowing ha to go out on a date without a chaperone.
Shelly blushed. "Of course all that will change when I get married. I've heard that my fianc� is... is like a wild stallion."
Sylvia cast a worried glance at her son and his cousin who were both leering intently.
"But you don't know that for sure?" Jeff said.
"Good gracious, no!" Shelly said with a soft Southern accent. "I've never let a boy touch me. Where I come from, a girl is supposed to be pure as driven snow until her wedding night."
"We know that," Jeff said, smiling as though he shared her beliefs. "Mother, don't you still have, your wedding dress?"
"Y-y-yes," Sylvia answered in a quivering voice.
"Why don't you let Shelly try it on so we can all see what she'll look like as a blushing bride?"
"Oh, we don't need to do that." Shelly began looking around at the drab tract house and its plain furnishings. "My gown is being designed in Paris, with yards and yards of handmade Belgian lace. Dozens of women have been working on it for over a year-"
"I want to see her in a wedding gown!" Jeff insisted "Now Mother, you and Aunt Sheryl get her dressed."
"Just a minute!" Shelly protested "I don't know what this dress up game you're playing is all about, but-"
"But you're about to find out," Jeff said with a smirk. "Get her dressed for the wedding."
While the women were dressing Shelly in the back of the house, Jeff picked up the phone and called Wendy's father across the street.
"Bill, old buddy... how would you and Wendy like to come over for awhile? We've got champagne on ice and we're planning a real party."
"We can't right now," Bill said, speaking softly. "My ex-wife... Wendy's mother came see her."
"You mean the bitch that's been fucking that stud?"
"Yeah." Bill's voice crackled with a grim kind of anger that be could hardly contain. "Bring her along. That'll make the party even better."
"She doesn't know what happened to Wendy," Bill said hurriedly.
"Then I think it's time for her to find out." Jeff went on to explain what kind of party he had in mind.
Bill listened, then laughed. "We'll be right over!"
Wendy's mother Maureen was a young looking, ripe-bodied woman with luscious big tits, a slender waist and a generous, nicely shaped ass that swayed invitingly when she walked.
Her reddish-blonde hair was a shade or two lighter than Wendy's. It was cut shoulder-length and softly waved to frame her pretty face.
Maureen couldn't understand why she'd been brought to the house across the street when she had come to visit with her daughter. But Wendy said that she wanted to go. Bill had clued her in without letting his ex-wife know what was going on, so Maureen went along.
Sheryl introduced everyone in the room, everyone but Sylvia and Shelly who were still in the back of the house, getting the young girl into her mother's wedding dress.
Jeff feasted his eyes on Maureen's lush tits and told her about his half-sister finding her real mother after so many years.
"She's been raised real proper," he said. "Shelly wants to be a virgin on her wedding night. Since none of us are rich or important enough to be invited to the wedding, we decided to have a little ceremony of our own right here."
Maureen got a vague, uneasy feeling seeing the odd way that Jeff and his cousin Bob looked at her. They were both wearing dark suit coats and neckties that had belonged to Bob's father wearing them with their T-shirts and jeans. To her, they looked like little boys trying to pretend they were grown men.
And then there was Sheryl, dressed as a sexy maid. Maureen looked at her strange, nervous smile and began to wonder what kind of crazy house she'd wandered into. Even her daughter Wendy was acting differently, as though she and the two boys were in on some secret joke.
Then Sylvia came down the hall, escorting her daughter in a white wedding gown. The girl was holding a bouquet of flowers that Sheryl had picked in the garden. The broad white ribbon tied around the bouquet hid the length of hemp rope that bound Shelly's wrists together in front of her chest.
Under the long, trailing skirt of her white gown, Shelly's ankles were bound to the ends of a three-foot-long piece of pipe that Jeff and Bob had provided, along with instructions for her restraint. Shelly still could not believe that her mother and aunt had tied her up and told her to play along... or they would all be badly hurt.
She walked like a clumsy robot because of the pipe that held her legs spread. Fearful uncertainty made her blushing face look grim, and tears of fright misted her innocent blue eyes.
"Shelly told us her fianc� back home is hung like a stud horse," Jeff announced to the group.
"Oh, my God!" Shelly blushed red as a beet I and almost fainted...
Maureen looked shocked, then completely stunned.
Wendy laughed. "Lucky her! Do you think he has more prick than dad?"
"I don't know," Jeff said with a shrug. "But poor Bill has been looking for a good woman ever since he came home and found his wife, fucking some young stud like a crazy whore-"
"Nooooo!" Maureen's choked breath exploded in a sound of complete shock and disgust. She whirled toward the front door, but Bob stood blocking her path.
Wendy was right beside him, smirking in an odd way that was clearly obscene. "Dad's cock is plenty big enough for me, Mother. I've been fucking it all day."
"No!" Maureen's face paled to the color of ice. Her widened, glassy eyes flicked from Wendy's smug grin to Bill's delighted smile. The way they were looking at each other, she knew it must be true. "Nnnnoooo!"
"Bill really wants a sweet, innocent girl," Jeff said with a wicked chuckle of laughter. "But he didn't get to Wendy soon enough for that. Bob and I both fucked her first... in her pussy and up her ass!"
Maureen looked like she was going to faint. Shelly did. She dropped her bouquet and slumped to the floor with an astonished gasp. Sylvia caught her beneath the arms and eased her down slowly.
Wendy's mother shrilled a scream of terror and bolted for the door.
Bob clamped his hands on her lush tits and pushed her back. Wendy grabbed her mother's arms and wrenched them behind her.
"Aaaggghhh!" Maureen gasped.
Bob slapped a strip of silver duct tape across her lips, sealing in her tortured wail. Wendy pulled and bound her mother's wrists behind her back with a loop of nylon rope. The cord tightened, cutting into her soft skin.
Maureen struggled, making strained gurgling noises.
They dragged Maureen into the garage where their bizarre sexual adventures had begun. Returning to the scene sent eerie shivers down young Wendy's back, but there was something very exciting about it now that her mother was the one in bondage.
Jeff looped a rough length of rope beneath Maureen's arms and ran it through the eye of a pulley over her head. She kicked and squirmed, jabbing with her tongue to force off the tape sealed over her lips.
He knotted the loop tight and pulled, lifting her feet a few inches off the floor. Maureen's panic-strickened eyes bulged, as if they might pop right out of her skull. She made frantic gurgling noises that were muffled by the silver tape stuck across her gaping mouth.
Bob caught her kicking left foot in a loop of rope that was threaded through a yard-long length of heavy iron pipe. He snugged it tight, then bound her right foot to the other end.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" the woman's muffled voice raged.
Wendy stood watching and started to laugh. She was still angry with her mother for breaking up their happy home. The bitch was so hot for sex with a younger man ... now she was going to get it, more than she ever bargained for.
Bill came into the garage carrying Shelly in his arms. Not yet recovered from her faint, she remained blissfully unaware of what was happening to her. He laid the unconscious young bride on a spare mattress in a corner of the garage.
Sylvia and Sheryl followed him, both too stunned and fearful to even think of protesting. They were only glad it was not happening to them.
Jeff saw his se*y mother and aunt standing in the doorway. "Wendy, why don't you tie them up? There's some rope and two sets of hooks on the far wall."
"All right!" Wendy loved her new role as one of the captors a lot better than being a helpless slave.
Sheryl and Sylvia both shied back as the young girl approached them, trailing four lengths of rope, lips curved into an impish lewd grin.
Maureen dangled at the end of a rope in the middle of the garage, arms wrenched back and tightly bound behind her, legs spread wide by the heavy length of pipe tied between them.
Maureen turned slowly, sobbing and streaming more tears. The husband she had given up for a younger man was laying the semiconscious young bride on her back, lifting her long white skirt and bunching it under her ass.
Bill stood over Shelly, smiling, stripping off his clothes while his helpless ex-wife watched in strickened dismay. His cock leaped out long and hard, twanging like a thick steel spring.
Jeff grabbed the hem of Maureen's skirt while she was gawking at Bill's enormous erection. He yanked down and gave the woman her own fears to think about.
Her skirt ripped and dropped to her feet. Maureen moaned, twisting and jerking.
Jeff grabbed her panties and tore them off too, yanking so hard that the binding rope burned in her armpits. She swayed back and forth, naked and helpless, flooding tears while she whirled around in the middle of the room.
She saw Wendy tying Sylvia and Sheryl against the wall, their arms raised and spread over their heads. They looked somber and impassive, resigned to their fate. Maureen could not imagine the torment that made them so accepting of this abuse.
Her tongue jabbed and thrust, finally forcing loose the tape sealing her lips.
She groaned, gasping for breath. "Bill, help me! Stop them! Don't let them do this to me!"
Bill looked at her over his shoulder. "I thought you were all hot for young cock."
Bill dropped on his knees between Shelly's spread legs and ducked through the circle formed by her raised arms bound together over his head.
Maureen watched in a, sick kind of awe as her ex-husband worked his bulbous cockhead between the softly puffed cunt lips of the young virgin bride.
Shelly stirred, slowly regaining her senses.
Then she saw the man hunched over her through a haze of streaming tears and felt the heat of his cock press down between her legs.
"Ohhhhh! No!"
Bob grabbed the neck of Maureen's blouse and whirled her back to watch Bill fuck his big cock into the tightly crimped mouth of Shelly's virgin hole.
Shelly writhed and twisted, screaming in fear. Sylvia watched her daughter writhe on the old mattress, twisting and jerking to keep her virgin pussy away from the shaft of Bill's prodding stiff cock. She felt sympathy for the girl, but they were almost strangers-long separated by time and two very different life styles.
Bob ripped open the front of Maureen's blouse and yanked down her bra.
"You dirty little bastard!" the woman screamed. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare!"
"I fucked Wendy and really liked her," he said. "Now I want to try her mother."
"We both want you," Jeff said. "Maybe our cocks aren't as big as your boy friend's, but he's only got one. Bob and I have sixteen inches between us... half for your pussy and half for your ass."
Shelly shuddered and screamed. Bill's bloated cockhead pressed hard on the taut seal of her cherry, straining her tender flesh.
Jeff and Bob stripped themselves nude and watched Maureen turn slowly between them. The twisted rope unwound, and she stopped turning with her richly furred reddish-brown thatch of cunt hair facing Jeff's stiff cock. Bob poked into the soft cleft of her ass from behind and pushed their dangling captive toward his cousin.
Bill's cock plunged into Shelly and tore her cherry as his prick sank to the root. She screamed in horror, her virgin cunt-flesh torn by a brutal violation that pained even the three women who were only watching.
CHAPTER TEN
Shelly's wrists were bound over Bill's muscular back, forcing her to embrace him. His thick hot prick burned between her virgin cunt lips, throbbing so fiercely she could feel his pulse as if it were her own.
He smiled at her, cupping her asscheeks in his hands, pressing on her cherry. The relentless pressure strained that tender web of flesh and tortured her mind. She closed her eyes and prayed somehow it wouldn't happen-that he would leave her pure.
Then her cherry split apart and the steely hot length of his cock speared into her.
Shelly's breath gushed, ending her prayer for salvation with a desperate moan.
Bill felt the taut, clinging damp warmth of her ravaged cunt ripple as it suffered the stress of that first violation.
Shelly's eyes opened wide when be filled her pussy, making her cringe and squirm.
"Oooh, baby!" he said with a grunt. Bill stroked her asscheeks, kissed her and let his cock linger deep in her cunt-hole.
"Oh, God, it hurts!"
Bill gasped. "Your tight pussy is where men's cocks belong."
He slowly drew out his long prick, arching above her. Ropes bound around her wrists chafed hot and burned her bound flesh.
As he withdrew, Shelly could see smears of virgin blood on the whole length of his cock like a runny red stripe on a barber pole. She cringed at the sight, wincing and tossing her head.
First numbed by complete shock, Shelly felt the pain of forced violation soon spread. Like hot, torturing waves of heat, the sensation reached out to her fingers and toes. Shelly's bands balled into fists and beat on the small of his back.
"You bastard!" she sobbed.
Sylvia cried in sympathy for the young daughter she hardly knew.
Wendy watched her father's big bloody prick begin to glide in and out. She felt tremors of excitement.
She dropped to her knees, raised Sylvia's short skirt and white apron and licked at the woman's cunt. Sylvia gasped, legs jerking so that all her weight fell on her bound wrists.
Bill's cock hammered into cherry cunt. His loins slapped down on Shelly's pussy mound and then arched back. She twisted and tossed her head, screaming and sobbing as the heat of friction boiled her flooding cunt-honey.
A raging conflict swirled in Sylvia's mind. She felt pain for her daughter, yet she felt the swelling intensity of her own desire. She would have given anything to take the girl's place, not just to spare her young daughter... but to satisfy her own needs.
Jeff jabbed his hot young prick deep into Maureen's cunt and rocked her back, creaking the rope that held her suspended with feet just off the garage floor. Bob pushed the other way and bored into her wringing tight ass.
Maureen howled in pain and pure disbelief. The man she had loved most of her life was delightedly fucking a gorgeous young girl-and two boys who didn't look old enough to even know of such things were happily fucking her pussy and ass.
It was Maureen's first time with two cocks in her at once. The one up her ass burned like a red-hot iron, spreading the tight walls of her shithole with aching thrusts. The one reaming her cunt felt a lot better, but pain and disgust made her fuck-honey slow to lubricate his young prick.
Wendy turned her head and watched the two boys pump cock into her mother, swaying her back and forth between them. "You still like hot young cock?"
"Ungh, nooo!" Maureen cried. There seemed to be something terribly obscene in the age difference now. Added together, the boys ages weren't much older than she was but their cocks were full grown and throbbing with fiery lust.
Sheryl watched with a horrified kind of fascination, remembering when she first walked into the garage to find her son and her nephew with little Wendy in bondage. That shock seemed mild compared to the orgy they had in progress right now.
Wendy leaned over to lick Sheryl's cunt and suck hungrily on her swollen, oversized clit-bud. She pulled with nibbling lips and lashed with her tongue until the woman screamed sounds of frenzied delight.
"You taught me to like sex with a woman," Wendy said. "And when the boys are through, I'm going to teach my mother. I can hardly wait to suck jism from her pussy-and ass!"
"Ooohhh!" Maureen gasped.
She couldn't imagine anything more disgusting. Her own daughter wanted to have vile, lewd sex with her? How could the sweet young girl's life have changed so much in such a short time? How could her own life have come to this?
Shelly now took Bill's big cock with grim resignation. Her jarred senses adjusted to the hot pain. Her anguished mind accepted defilement. She gritted her teeth and glared up at him.
There was a red stain spreading on the white satin wedding gown bunched under her ass. Each stroke of Bill's cock added to the hot sticky flow from her ravaged cunt.
Sylvia's lips fluttered in ironic dismay. Ever since she gave up her baby girl for adoption, she had wondered about her growing up. She had saved her wedding dress with only a vague hope that someday they might find each other, and that her daughter would wear it. But never in her most awful dreams did she imagine being in bondage and made to watch the girl's first fucking.
Wendy took her mind off that by sucking and tonguing into lid cunt. Sylvia's pussy was now writhing and dripping with cum that Jeff had pumped into her. Wendy had gotten to like that taste, jism mixed with musky fuck-honey fresh from the cunt.
Shelly sprawled on the soiled mattress with her eyes tightly closed. She felt sleek white satin against her flushed skin.
Bill's hands slid from her asscheeks to her heaving tits, cupping her firm, creamy cones. Shelly breathed in a long sigh, her tits swelling even more. Her nipples tensed and throbbed under rustling white cloth as his thumbs whirled around their tingling tips.
"Aaahhh!" she gasped.
The steady throbbing of his cock in her tight cunt felt like a second heart beating in time with her own.
Her sense of sharp pain diminished. Her rippling cunt tunnel accepted intrusion, contracting in rhythmic waves to grip and delight the hot cockshaft violating her so deeply. She could see that Bill's cock was bigger than either of the boys' cocks that were pumping into Maureen, and in a strange way that delighted her.
Shelly knew the young man she planned to: marry was not a virgin. He bad bragged to her about his experiences, first being taught to fuck by the nursemaid who raised him-a woman in her thirties when he was still wearing short pants.
He had told her his big cock had delighted every servant girl who worked on his family's huge estate, implying that her virgin cunt was in for a real treat when they said their wedding vows. She giggled, wondering what that maid fucking bastard would think if he could see her now.
The two maids in bondage were writhing and wailing their way to a climax with Wendy, who was swaying her head, licking and sucking their cunts.
It was hard for Shelly to think of Sylvia as her mother. After all, they had just met. And no proper mother comes to a climax while her daughter was being brutally raped.
But now Shelly wasn't suffering as she had at first. She arched and pumped her hips at Bill as his cock drilled in.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "You're making me like it! Dear God... I love your big cock!"
Sylvia's mind soared free. She climaxed completely with Wendy's hot wagging little tongue, and Shelly came to a screaming orgasm of unknown delight when Bill's meaty cock blasted a flood of hot jism into her bloodied virgin hole.
Maureen swayed back and forth between the two young pricks pounding into her. Jeff s prick heated her cunt and made slick honey flow despite her disgust, but Bob's prick up her ass was an auger of unbearable pain.
She clenched her teeth and clamped her eyes shut, contorting her face in grimacing torment.
"You little shits! You can fuck me all night long and not make me cum!"
Bob answered with a grunt and went on reaming her hot dry asshole without missing a stroke. He knew his mother was watching, and that added to the sadistic delight of fucking Maureen's ass.
He wrapped Maureen in his arms and mauled her big lush tits with grasping hands, squeezing so hard that she thought blood might drip from her bulging nipples. Jeff reached back and clamped his hands on the cheeks of Maureen's ass, squeezing and spreading them so his cousin could hammer his cock deeper into her tight shithole.
Honey dripped from her heated cunt. Pearly drops of lust-scented musk splashed out as her body swayed in bondage. They splattered on Bob's cock as he withdrew, making his prick glide more smoothly. Maureen began to moan.
Jeff kept a hard grip on her ass and jack-hammered his hot prick into her pussy. All the fucking he'd done gave him great staying power.
"You like it, don't you?" he asked with a smirk, knowing damn well that her stubborn resistance was caving in. "You're a fucking kid-lover about to go crazy with two young clicks in you at once!"
"Nnnooo!" she sobbed.
But the double piston thrusts of the prick in her pussy and the cock in her ass sparked seething undulations that ran wildly front and back.
Wendy tongue-whipped Sylvia and Sheryl to orgasm, then she stepped back. "Cum, Mother! Cum! I want to suck your dripping cunt next!"
Even the promise of that unthinkable sin did not bother Maureen now. Nor did hearing her ex-husband delighting himself in a blood-gushing, violently climaxing virgin's hole. Only the raw sense of her own forced pleasure came through loud and clear.
Maureen tensed and shuddered when the first wave of a double orgasm gripped her pussy and ass.
By then, both women in maid's costumes were enjoying the wonderful aftershocks of lesbian pleasure. Both wondered if they would get to feel cock in the next round.
Sheryl really wanted to ride Bill's big cock, but she loved her son and wanted him too. She could only think what a thrill it would be to have both of them in her at once.
Sylvia was thinking more about her son Jeff. She knew of his mean streak and how painfully violent his lust could be, but that excited her even more. Like it or not, it took pain to make her pleasure complete... and Jeff hurt her in wonderful ways.
The men finished their first fuck round and paused just long enough to catch their breaths, all standing naked with their wet cocks half limp and dripping cum on the floor. They scanned the room, each one trying to decide what he wanted to do next. Wendy's eyes flashed between her mother and father. The sight of his big cock dripping hot virgin blood excited some savage instinct that included an intense desire to shock her mother.
"Daddy... why don't you stand beside Mom? I want to suck your cock and eat her pussy. I can do you both just like I did the two maids."
"Unnngh!" Maureen groaned.
Bill grinned. "Sounds good to me, babe. Think you can make my prick hard enough to fuck your mother's tight ass?"
"I'll make it hard enough if I have to tape it on a stick," she said wickedly.
"Nnnooo!" Maureen wailed. "Oh, Jeeezus! I can't take a cock as big as yours up my ass! That boy was bad enough!"
"I thought you liked big cocks. Big and young," he said, laughing. "Now you've had young, so get ready for big!"
"Oh, please! Bill, can't we just go home?"
"Home to what?" he asked sharply. "Your boyfriend?"
"That's over," she said. "He-he wants someone younger."
"Well," Wendy said with her eyes flashing brightly. "I wonder if he'd like to fuck me? Mother and daughter, makes a great combination."
"Jesus!" Maureen's head dropped in dismay.
Bill stood beside her and their daughter sank to her knees, grinning up at them both. She licked fresh virgin blood off her father's sated cock and smeared it on her mother's cringing pussy-lips, somehow knowing she would get them back together all of them back together in a way few would ever understand.
Jeff walked over to the mattress on the floor where his half-sister was sprawled limp and dreamy-eyed, her lithe body dressed in a rumpled white wedding gown smeared with blood. He wondered if fucking her would satisfy his incestuous desires completely.
He dropped to his knees with his cock already hard.
She looked up with sorrowful eyes streaming tears. If anyone knew she'd been fucked by her own kin, her reputation would be completely ruined.
"Jeff, please don't ... let it stop now!"
"Before we get to know each other?" He laughed. "No way, Shelly. You look good enough to eat."
He bowed his head down and sucked her shattered virgin cunt-hole, thrusting with his tongue to feel the raw edges of her torn seal.
Shelly winced and moaned, shocked by the teasing delights that came from her brother's tongue. "Oh, God... what A way to meet!"
He sucked and tongue-fucked Shelly to the second orgasm of her young life-then he drilled his cock into her pussy while the spasms of climax still rippled her cunt. She gave in completely and fucked back like a hot little mink, screaming and clawing his back with her nails.
The rope bound around her wrists kept them locked in a lewd embrace.
When Jeff arched, he lifted her with him. Shelly wailed and pumped her hips. When he slammed down, she moaned and tensed her cunt to cling hard on his hot shaft.
Bob picked up a knife and walked over to face his mother and Aunt Sylvia. They both cowered when he reached out with the flashing cold blade.
He eyed them both with a strange look, then reached up and cut the ropes that bound their wrists to the wall. Sheryl's arms dropped first and she heaved a thankful sigh, hunched on her knees before him.
"Oooh, Bobby!" she cried.
He ignored her and freed his Aunt Sylvia, stepping back with a lewd grin as she dropped to her knees.
"My two pretty maids," he said. "Sylvia, I want you to suck my cock. Lick off the stink of Maureen's ass."
His aunt gritted her teeth. "Yes, master."
"And, Mother... you get to kiss my ass! I want your tongue in it as far as you can reach. The one who pleases me most will get fucked the other one gets her ass whipped bloody with a leather belt. You got that?"
They both nodded, wondering when-or if the boys would ever tire of sexual domination. The sly glances that Sylvia and Sheryl exchanged said that they hoped not.
