Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnaped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In TIED UP FAMILY Marge Sanders finds herself and her family in just a situation. Held captive by a sadistic man and woman, she not only meets her captors' sexual demands but, to her horror, finds herself responding to them. Marge and her children are forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by their own moral code. Yet, in spite of their shame, they turn the experience into a positive one, uniting them as a family.
This is a shocking story, the story of one family's reaction under stress. Yet who are we to judge their response?
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Eat me!" cried the slender woman. Her jet-black cunt fur was matted and dripping with saliva and fragrant pussy sauces. Her long slim hands stroked feverishly at the head between her pale thighs. "Eat my pussy all up!"
Lewd slurping noises filled the air of the room. The naked man kneeling in front of the couch was lapping at the wide-open cunt. His tongue was sweet delight as it ran over the frilly pink fringes of the woman's pussy lips. It worked over the outside of the dainty cunt lips, between them and the doughy, hairy rolls of the outer lips, then parted them teasingly and dipped into the oily well of her cunt gash.
"Ahhh!" gasped the woman in reflexive response to the sudden surge of pleasure seething up from her pussy. "Oh yes! Your tongue feels so nice up my pussy!"
Idly, she thought about her children. Rob, the older of the two, would be at his after-school job in a local printer's shop. But Julie, her fifteen-year-old daughter-she generally hung around with her teenaged friends when Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School let out in the afternoon-but, what if she decided, just this afternoon, to come home early? What if she stumbled on her mother, her elegant, reserved mother, sitting on the living-room sofa with her legs up in the air and her smartly fashionable shift up around her hips to bare her greedy cunt to the avid sucking of her husband's business partner?
It would look like betrayal to Julie. Her father was still hospitalized from the terrible car accident he'd suffered months ago. She was young and intolerant. She'd never understand that her mother was not only every bit as lovely at thirty-four as she'd ever been, but every bit as horny too. Marge Sanders wasn't the type to live like a nun.
Ben Sanders had been in the hospital for seven months now. Marge had learned to cope with running the household by herself, with being both father and mother to the children, with taking over as much as possible her husband's responsibilities at his real-estate firm. But she could not cope with being without sex! Don Weber, half owner of the company, was attractive, charming-and available.
And now he was slurping down a steady torrent of the delicious sauces of Marge's hot cunt. He was naked, and his cock stuck out quivering from his crotch like a flagpole in the wind. No, Marge thought, Julie would never understand. But somehow, the thought that her daughter might stumble on the illicit pussy-eating turned her on all the more.
"God, that's nice, big boy," she gasped. Don was fucking her pussy with his stiffened tongue as though it were a prick. Raven hair cascaded down the front of Marge's shift as she lowered her head to watch him devouring her cunt.
Her luminous blue eyes fixed on his prick. What a cock! It was nowhere near as thick as Ben's, but it was a good ten inches of throbbing, rock-hard cock-meat. The very sight of it made her mouth water.
"C'mon up here," she said huskily, tugging at Don's hair. "Let me return the favor-I want to suck on that fantastic cock of yours!"
Don grinned up at her. His mouth was shiny with her pussy sauces. "Sure thing," he said, getting to his feet. Marge hoisted herself to her knees on the couch and skinned her shift off over her head as Don lay down at her side. Her tits, full and heavy despite her slender build, were encased in a sexy black lace bra.
She swung her leg over the man's upturned face. Her pink-lipped pussy smiled moistly down at him. A hot blast of the aroma of aroused and dripping cunt hit Don full in the face. His nostrils distended as he drank in the sweet pussy-smell.
Tantalizingly, Marge's pussy hung above Don's face as the woman reached behind herself to undo her bra. Don reached up and cupped a creamy ass cheek with his hand. He stroked her ass crack with his thumb. Then he slid it down and slipped it into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Marge sighed. A stream of hot cunt honey flooded over Don's hand. Her fingers worked the catch of her bra, and her tits bounced free as she threw the bra carelessly across the room. Her nipples were pink fingers in pale areolas, scarcely darker than the satiny skin of Marge's boobs.
Don's lengthy cock gave a jerk of excitement. "Wow!" Marge exclaimed. She ran her tongue over her lips. Then she let her body fall forward.
Like a pink-petalled flower, her pussy blossomed above Don's face. Pussy oil glittered in the slash of her cunt. He stuck his thumb deeper in the twat and lifted his head, mouth open.
An animal moan of pleasure escaped Marge's lips as Don planted a juicy kiss on her cunt. Her boobs were pressed against his belly. Her nipples seemed to be drilling into him. Marge could feel the heat of Don's prick washing over her cheek.
She wrapped her hand around his prick. A thrill of ecstasy ran up her spine as Don groaned into her pussy. She could feel his pulse pounding in the stiff cock. She bent the prick toward her face and clamped her lips on it sideways.
Fervent hands clawed at the flesh of her ass. Don's face was buried in Marge's cunt. His jaws worked furiously as he assailed her cunt with lips and tongue. The greedily gobbling mouth whipped the black-haired woman's pussy-oils to a froth that filled his mouth with rich flavor.
Marge ran her mouth up and down Don's cock. Her whole body tingled with delight. Her pussy was being eaten expertly and her mouth was full of cock-how could things be better?
At times like this she could forget her troubles. Forget Ben, lying in that hospital bed. Forget her children.
She nibbled her way up the steel-hard cock.
When she got to the joining of cock-shaft and cock-head, she nipped gently at the ultra-sensitive underside of Don's cock. His body clenched like a fist. Marge ran her hand down to cup his balls. She could feel his load of jism simmering within. In a little while he would come. She would taste the hot-salty-sweet rush of come, and for a few moments she would be in paradise.
Don's tongue rasped over her clit. Marge gave a little involuntary jerk. God, that was nice! She moved her head. Her lips flowed like warm molasses up over Don's cock, covering its wedge-shaped tip with pleasure. Her mouth was watering avidly now. Her saliva seemed to boil around the man's big prick as she slowly took it into her mouth.
The sound of Marge's eager cock-sucking blended with the sound of Don's gobbling her dripping cunt. Her satiny skin rustled against Don's chest and stomach as she shifted, making small mindless movements as pleasure took control of her being. All that existed for Marge Sanders was the cock throbbing entering her mouth, and the tongue torturing her blood-engorged clit.
She didn't hear the back door open. Nor the whisper of sneakers on the kitchen tile. Nor did she hear the barely muffled gasp as her fifteen-year-old daughter stopped dead in the doorway, a look of horror on her pretty face.
With her best friend, Cindy Taylor, out of town with the Drama Club, Julie had decided to come home earlier than usual. Propelling her lightweight foreign ten-speed as rapidly as the tanned, strong young legs flashing below her short skirt could work, she had sailed right past Don Weber's flashy Porsche parked well up the block.
As usual, she steered her bike up the driveway and around to the back of the spacious ranch-style house. Chaining the green ten-speed to one of the uprights holding up the roof of the porch and smoothing her dark-brown hair out of her eyes, she went into the kitchen through the back door. She kept on going, right through the kitchen to the living room.
She was halfway through the door when she realized somebody was in the living room. Then she saw what was happening, and she went weak in the knees.
Her mother was naked, her milk-white skin gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. Her long black hair was streaming over the crotch of a man lying beneath her, and the man was as naked as she.
Then a movement of her mother's head caused the thick curtain of black hair to part before the woman's face. Julie had to grind her knuckles into her mouth to keep from gasping.
Her mother had the naked man's stiff cock in her mouth and was sucking on it noisily!
Suddenly, Julie realized that the man had his head lifted to press his face between her mother's thighs. The moist noises issuing from Marge's crotch told Julie what was happening. The man was licking her mother's cunt.
Nausea stirred the depths of Julie's stomach. She'd heard the girls talking about things like this in the lockers at school. They called it sixty-nine. It had always sounded unnatural and disgusting to the innocent girl. The strong smell of her own pussy made her wonder how any man could enjoy having his face shoved right into the depths of a rank cunt bush. And how could a woman bring herself to take a man's prick in her mouth?
Her mother didn't seem to be having any trouble. As a matter of fact, Julie's mom was squirming and writhing atop the unidentified man as if in the grip of unbearable pleasure!
And in fact, Marge Sanders was. Don Weber had his mouth pressed between her dainty pussy lips and was sending his tongue spiralling inwards to explore the inmost recesses of her cunt. At the same time, the man's half-swallowed cock seemed to glow in her throat as her tongue twined like a serpent around it. The taste of aroused male prick filled her mouth. Her eyes were closed with joy.
Unseen in the doorway, Julie had to prop herself up on the doorjamb. Her knee joints had turned to water. Her heart was going a million miles an hour.
All of a sudden, Julie was young again-five years old, teetering tearfully down a midnight hall to tell her mommy about the nightmare she'd just had. The door of her parents' bedroom was ajar, and she pushed it noiselessly open.
Her mother and father were awake. They were lying on top of the sheets, and they seemed to be playing horsy. At least, that was what it looked like to little Julie. Except, when she played horsy with her daddy, her daddy crawled around the floor on all fours whinnying. Not lying on his back, making soft groaning noises, the way he was now. A shaft of moonlight streaming in the open window made her mother's bare skin seem to glow with a light of its own as she rode the big man who was Julie's father.
Julie wondered why Mommy and Daddy were playing horsy, stark naked, in the middle of the night. And what was that thing sticking up from Daddy's crotch? It looked like a big, hairy log. Then Julie realized it was actually going up into her mother's tummy, into the dark-furred tangle between her thighs. Her mother's buttocks churned as they slid up and down the fat pole. Wetness glistened on it, and Julie could hear the sucking sound as Mommy moved her body up and down.
Passionately, Marge ran her fingers through her dark hair. She was fucking herself into delirium on her husband's giant stiff cock. Even after years of marriage, and frequent, enthusiastic fucking, Ben Sanders' enormous prick stretched the elastic walls of Marge's pussy almost to the point of pain. It was filling her up-that cock was driving her crazy-she was about to come .. .
And then a small cool hand was laid on her thigh. She yelped, and she and Ben stared at the small figure, white-faced in the moonlight.
"Mommy?" a small voice asked. "Can I play too?"
But that time was different from this. Julie had been too young then to understand what was going on. She had been told gently but firmly not to march unannounced into her parents' room like that, then she had been tucked into bed. In fact, she had forgotten it completely-till this minute.
Now Julie understood what she was watching. But she did not understand the odd tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Mmmmm-mmm!" Marge murmured ecstat�ically. She had raised her head till only the tip of the spit-glossed prick remained trapped between her lips. It seemed to balloon inside her mouth as she sucked it. Her tongue played incessantly over its surface.
Don Weber was getting ready to come off like nobody's business. His partner's beautiful wife was sucking his cock with all the expertise of a true master. And her luscious pussy was the sweetest thing he'd ever put his mouth to. Adding to the excitement was the fact that this was Marge Sanders, the aloof, the unattainable. He'd lusted after her for years. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would actually one day be lying on a couch in her living room with his cock in her face and his tongue delving in her pussy, while she moaned and groaned and wiggled with pleasure. Nor had he imagined how fantastic it would be!
A strong smell reached Julie's nostrils. She recognized the tang of aroused pussy. She was standing not far from the couch-she could almost reach out and touch the top of her mother's head as she lay on her belly sucking that long slim cock. Was she smelling the aroma of her mom's oozing pussy?
No. With a shock, Julie realized it was her own cunt she smelled.
Hesitantly, she lifted her hand. It slid up under the hem of her skirt. She extended a finger, touched the panty-covered hem of her cunt.
It was hot.
It was damp.
She was confused.
What was going on?
Her mother in the living room, engaging in unnatural acts with a stranger-while her father was in the hospital, lying on the brink of death. She should be disgusted, horrified, appalled.
And instead she was getting horny.
Marge Sanders' cheeks hollowed as she sucked cock with all her might. Then they bulged as the cock drove in between them. It went through her mouth, down her throat, pulsing with life and lust. Long as it was, she took it in like a sword-swallower, not gagging, not pausing till her nose was firmly pressed into the crinkly hair at the base of the prick. Then she raised her head again, her lips closed to a tight, sucking "O" of flesh.
Don muttered something muffled by his mouthful of her cunt. He chewed greedily at the sweet flaps of flesh surrounding the woman's brimming pussy hole. Then he fastened his lips around her clit and started sucking, hard.
By the way the nude pair on the couch began to thrash and jerk, Julie knew they were about to come. Hardly realizing that she did so, she touched her pussy mound again.
It felt good.
It felt like nothing Julie had ever felt before. She had never let a boy touch her there-there, or on her budding, conical young tits. She had never touched herself there before-not . . . that way. She whimpered softly and closed her hand over the swell of her twat.
The pressure made her feel delicious all over. Was this what her mother was feeling? Was this what was causing her whole body to vibrate like a plucked string, was causing her to pump her face up and down that incredibly long prick?
Was it the need for this feeling that was making her mother betray her father like this?
At that minute, Julie knew she needed to feel more of this delightful sensation. She insinuated a finger into the waistband of her panties. It stroked along the slit of her cunt.
She gasped aloud. It was as if a bolt of lightning had hit her. Instantly, her virgin pussy was brimming over with hot, slippery oils.
Julie bit her lip, sure that her mother had heard her. But Marge never interrupted the rhythm of her face-fucking. She was stuffing her mouth full of cock while her clit was being exquisitely flayed, and that was all she was aware of!
The teenager's whole hand was in her pants. She teased apart the lips of her cunt, almost weeping at the pleasure it caused her. Then she stuck a finger into her pussy. The intensity of the sensation made her gasp again. It was incredible!
Tentatively, she thrust the finger deeper. She felt the walls of her pussy stretch-a fantastic feeling. Then her knuckle was pressed into the splayed-open mouth of her cunt. She pulled it out again.
"Ooooooooh God!" she moaned, and began to piston the finger in and out of her pussy as fast as she could. Her head reeled with joy. Her belly seemed to be tying itself in knots-but wonderful, agonizingly delightful knots!
The spit-slick prick in Marge's mouth began to vibrate. The head of the cock pulsed hotly in her throat. Hurriedly she raised her head, still sucking.
The head of Don's prick popped from her mouth. "Jesus!" she yelped. "I'm about to come!"
The cock jerked. A drop of clear pre-seminal fluid bubbled up at its tip. She grabbed the cock with a slender hand and stuffed it into her face.
A blast of boiling come shot clear to her tonsils.
Don Weber's head was trapped in a velvet prison as Marge clamped her legs. His whole body went taut with orgasm. He couldn't breathe-his mouth and nostrils were covered by sopping, slimy cunt-but who cared! He stuck his tongue up Marge's pussy just in time for the first spasm of her climax to clamp her pussy on it like a noose.
Julie finger-fucked herself frantically, eyes glued to the fantastic scene on the living-room couch. What was happening? Her mother and the strange man were grunting like pigs. Half of the stiff prick was inside Marge's mouth, and she slurped hungrily at it.
Then a droplet of something white welled up at a corner of Julie's mother's mouth. It rolled down the already-soaking length of cock in the woman's mouth. Julie recognized it with an almost physical shock from her biology class.
It was sperm!
A hammer blow struck Julie. Her vision swam. Her senses reeled. The finger buried in her cunt seemed crushed by an oily serpent. I'm coming! She thought, as waves of indescribable ecstasy broke over her head.
Dimly, Julie watched the orally fucking pair fuck themselves to completion, riding the crest of their mutual orgasm. More come dribbled from her mother's lips, and the face between Marge's thighs never stopped eating noisily at her pussy. At last Marge lifted her head, cried out, and collapsed onto her side.
Julie's knees gave way. Her climax dissolved like wind-blown mists. The man-the man who had been lapping so greedily at her mother's cunt-whose jism was leaking now from her mother's luscious lips It was her daddy's partner-Don Weber!
Chapter Two
Relieved of the tall woman's weight, Don Weber sighed deeply and rolled onto his side. Marge cradled his limp cock in her hands and began to lick the thick sperm from its diminishing length. "That's nice," Don murmured. "That's just real fine."
Julie was on her knees. Her mom and Don Weber still hadn't seen her. At that moment it didn't matter. She was weak and shaking with reaction to her first-ever orgasm, but all she could think about was the enormity of what she'd discovered.
Her mother was having an affair while her father was in the hospital!
"Mmmmmm, good," Marge said. She ran her tongue around her lips, scooping up the vagrant drops of jism there. "How I love the flavor of sperm!"
"Your quim doesn't taste too bad itself," Don laughed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "My favorite flavor-prime cunt."
He stood up. His cock dangled like a pink fire hose between his hairy legs. Marge rolled onto her back, laughing, and steered the head of the limber prick into her mouth. Her still-stiff nipples stuck up from the plentiful cushions of her boobs.
Her daughter finally managed to gather her wits enough to slide back out of sight. Couldn't they hear her heart thumping? It sounded deafening to her. She slumped against the wall, listening.
Bending down, Don stroked the ebony glory of Marge's hair. His fingers slipped down, stroked her cheek. "Your lips are so nice on my cock," he murmured. He drew his fingertips lightly over her boobs. His fingers brushed a blood-engorged nipple. Marge shuddered with delight. She started licking Don's cock as though it were a fleshy lollipop.
He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked it savagely.
"Owwwwwwww!" Marge wailed. She let go his prick and started to sit up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Don was standing and smiling down at Marge with an odd smile on his lips. "Just trying something new, my dear," he grinned. "Adding a little spice to our relationship." He reached out and tangled his fingers in the woman's hair.
"Wait a minute," Marge began indignantly. Then her face contorted with pain as Don began to wind her black locks around his hand. "Ouch-hey!"
Julie stirred herself. What was going on? She turned around and peered around the doorframe.
Don Weber was hauling her naked mother to her feet by the hair. Marge's cheeks were flushed. Her boobs swung as she struck at Don Weber's face.
The tall man blocked the blow with ease. Then he slapped Marge open-handed across the tits. She screamed and fell to the floor.
Julie bit her knuckles. This was terrible! She rocked back and forth on her knees, staring in helpless horror.
Marge pushed herself up off the carpet, shaking her head. She looked down at herself. An angry red palm print glowed on her left tit, and the tip of her right boob was getting puffy. "I don't know what you think you're doing, mister," she said dangerously, "but I know you'd better get out of-ahh!"
Moving like a pouncing cat, Don had grabbed Marge's arm and twisted it behind her back. Wincing with pain, the naked woman was levered to her feet. Despite her nakedness, Marge's skin was beaded with perspiration.
"Let me go!" For the first time, the lovely black-haired woman's voice was tinged with fear. "Leave me alone! Get out of this house this ins-aiiie!"
Her tormentor had given her arm a vicious twist. Fear turning to anger, Marge retaliated by kicking him. Her heel hit Don in the shin, and she peeled out of his grip.
Tits flying, Marge lunged for the fireplace, trying to reach a poker or something else she could use as a weapon. Don brought her down in a flying tackle. His cheek was pressed to a snowy ass cheek as they came down together with a heavy thump.
Marge lay still, trying to get her wind back. Don leapt to his feet and yanked a light plug out of an electrical outlet. "Gotta make sure you don't try that again, bitch," he panted. He tore the cord off the base of the lamp and advanced on the nude-woman.
His victim made a feeble try at getting away as he approached. He slipped a noose of light cord around the slim ankles and jerked the cord tight. Bound together, Marge's legs lashed the air.
Holding the free end of the cord, Don got to his feet. "It wasn't very smart of you to try to get away. It was even less smart of you to kick me." His voice was cracked, as though from emotion. "You just made it real hard on yourself."
He raised his arm and brought the frayed end of the electric cord down hard across Marge's upturned butt cheeks.
Julie screamed, but her cry was drowned out by her mother's much more poignant wail of agony. The white, naked body bent in the middle in convulsive effort, then fell onto its side.
Before Marge could hug her arms across her heaving boobs, Don had lashed at them savagely with his cord. Tears streamed freely down her fade as she squeezed her smarting tits, trying both to shield them and ease the hurt. Don took hold of her arms, pulling them away. He rolled his victim onto her belly once more, put one knee in the small of her back, and lashed her wrists together behind her.
Marge lay breathing heavily when Don stood up again. He cast about him, looking for something to punish the woman with. To pay her back for causing him pain.
His eyes lit on the fireplace. He saw the poker the woman had been trying to get to. Beside it he saw something that made him smile and nod in satisfaction. "Let's see how this feels on the bare skin of your ass," he said.
Marge twisted her neck to look at him. "My God!" she exclaimed when she saw what he had.
It was an old-style fireplace broom, long hard straws set in a wooden handle. The handle would stiffen it, but be flexible enough to permit a nasty snap. Don hefted it, nodded.
With a wicked whistle the broom slashed through the air. It struck diagonally across Marge's buttocks, already sensitized and striped from the blows of the light cord. The straws in the broom separated slightly on impact, and then pinched together, biting at the tender flesh in the process. "Eeeeeeeeeee-YOOOOWWWWWW!" wailed Marge.
Don licked his lips. "That's just what I wanted. Shall we try again?"
"No-NO!" Marge tried to say, but the next blow was already on the way. Again the ugly whistling sound punctuated by the smack of stiff dry straw on tender ass flesh. Marge squeaked and bucked, her reddened ass jumping into the air in a spasm of anguish.
With a wrench of her shoulders she rolled onto her back. Her tits ached from the bite of the cord and the slap of her lover's hand. They had been cruelly rubbed and scraped by the carpet, too, in Marge's struggling. She saw Don looming above her, and realized they were about to hurt even worse.
In the doorway between kitchen and living room, Julie Sanders could not believe her eyes. The hideous drama was being enacted a few feet away from her by two naked grownups who weren't even vaguely aware of her presence. Don Weber had tied her mother up and was torturing her! It was awful. Julie should do something, she knew. She should call the police, or jump to her feet and somehow save her mother from this madman, before he inflicted still more pain and sexual degradation on her . . .
But she couldn't. All young Julie could do was rock back and forth with her hands squeezed between her trim young thighs, moaning weakly from the depths of her throat. And watch�ing-watching!
The broom cut at Marge's bare tits till they were a mass of criss-crossing welts. It felt as if an army of fire ants had been crawling over the juicy mounds of tit, stinging and biting as they went. Marge rocked from side to side, trying to roll back over on her stomach. Compared to the flaming agony of having her jugs flayed, the abuse of her ass almost felt good! She sobbed constantly, mouthing wordless pleas and protests.
The small sounds of abject begging, interspersed with insane shrieks of agony, turned Don on incredibly. His long cock stuck out like a bowsprit, stiff and hard as ever. "Keep it up, baby," he crowed. "Just keep begging like that, and I may just let up on you!"
"Oh please, please!" Marge cried. "Please stop! You're tearing my tits to ribbons! Oh, dear God, what have I done to deserve this? Leave me alone-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ! "
Sweat flew from Don's forehead as he put all the power of his wiry muscular body behind one searing stroke that landed right the woman's rosy nipples. Then, miraculously, the beating stopped. Marge lay weeping fitfully, her long bare legs parted at the knee, exposing a hint of pink in the black forest of her pussy. Her tits burned.
In the kitchen Julie could hear the excited barking of Sam, the family's German shepherd, in the backyard. He had been asleep by the back fence when Julie came in. The sound of Marge's screams had awakened the dog. Surely the neighbors had heard too. Surely help would be on the way soon-perhaps even before Don Weber began a new set of tortures on her mother's naked body.
But already it was too late. Marge held her body tensed for a full minute after the last brutal blow, in anticipation of another cut of the broom. Then she felt herself being picked up easily.
Don's rigid cock poked into Marge's soft sore ass as he carried her over to the couch. Instead of depositing the woman on the cushions, he took Marge around to the back of the divan. Then he dumped her belly down over the back, so that her tits were hanging down the front of the sofa and her ass was sticking up in the air.
"What are you going to do now?" Marge gasped. It was hard getting her breath, with her weight all on her stomach.
"Why, I'm going to fuck you up the ass," Don smiled. "You like that, don't you? You've always seemed ready to feel a cock up your butt before."
Marge said nothing. Don tapped her reddened butt with the broom. She nodded grimly. "Yes," she spat. "Yes, I have enjoyed it, damn you-in the past!"
"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it this time, then." The tip of Don's rampant prick prodded between the globes of Marge's ass. The nude, bound woman felt the tip of the cock poke into her asshole. The cock-head felt like the bit of drill.
With slow, steady pressure, Don began to shove his cock into Marge's butt. Julie's eyes opened and she felt a thrill of repulsion. Up the ass! Don was going to fuck her mother up her perfect, snowy ass. The strange thing was, the evil man had made Marge admit she had done it before-and enjoyed it. How could anybody enjoy that? It was so-so nasty.
But now Marge wasn't enjoying it. "Wait!" she cried in alarm. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Don asked. "Shoving my dick up your rump, like I said I would."
"B-but it's not lubricated!"
Don smiled down at Marge's back. The muscles stood out on her arms as she strained to free her wrists. "How perceptive of you," he said: Marge tried to squirm away. Don's hands were on her butt, holding her firmly in place. With her ankles tied together, she couldn't flail her legs. She could only drum her heels against his shins. He didn't take notice.
His thumbs touched Marge's asshole. They began to pull the tightly-puckered hole open. His palms were damp on her ass. The point of Don's cock-head entered Marge's ass.
"No!" she choked. "You can'-t! It'll tear me apart! It'll kill me!"
"No it won't," Don said. "You'll just wish it would."
He pushed forward with his hips. The whole head of his prick popped into Marge's anus.
"AAAAIIIII-YYYYAAAAHHHH!" she screamed.
Julie covered her face with her hands. It sounded as though a red-hot poker was being forced up her mother's butt. The lovely brown-haired and brown-skinned teenager had never heard such raw agony in a human voice before.
A tight ring of dry ass flesh was closed behind the flared hood of Don's prick-head. His hands pressed her buns farther and farther apart. His stomach flattened with exertion as he put all his muscle behind his cock.
Marge was putting all her muscle into keeping the intruding cock out of her ass. She actually managed to stymie his progress. "S-stop," she gritted. "Oh! It hurts already. Get it out!"
"Not yet," Don grunted. "Not till I'm finished with you."
The cock slid inward a fraction of an inch. "Ohh!" Marge yipped. Her butt cheeks quivered as she strove to clamp them still more firmly. It was a losing battle. Another millimeter of cock went into her ass, and another.
The turgid, dry cock felt like a wood-rasp going into Marge's reluctant ass channel. It seemed to be shredding the membranes of her rectum. "Nnnnnggghhh-ngah!" she groaned. Her stomach churned from the effort. Sweat dripped from the tips of her dangling boobs.
Inch by inch Don fucked his cock into Marge's asshole, and inch by inch she fought him. "That's the ... way!" he forced out. "Just keep fighting me. That makes it even nicer. Gaaaaahhhh-damn!"
His cock was one long raw nerve. The skin seemed to have been flayed from his mighty prick as he forced it into the un-greased passage of Marge's poop-chute. It hurt him almost as much as it did his victim for him to drive his cock deliberately into her asshole.
Almost.
At the same time the pressure of her resisting asshole on his half-buried cock was driving him out of his mind!
Panicking, Marge squeezed tighter than ever with the muscles of her butt. Hot flashes of pleasure filled Don's body. His ball-sac contracted into a hard knot. "Urgk!" he breathed, and thrust forward in a sudden frenzy of lust.
Marge Sanders screamed like a damned soul as ten inches of un-lubricated prick was driven home in her ass.
Harsh pubic hair grated the rounded surface of her butt. Her body was weak as water. She could feel every pulse of her tormentor's heart, magnified a million times and translated into stabs of agony in her butt.
How could this be happening to her? Don had always been a kind, considerate, and skillful lover. Oh, occasionally he'd seemed to be rougher than Marge would have liked, but she always passed that off as a difference in tastes.
But the things he was doing to her! It was unbelievable. She would have feared for her life, but the pain in her butt was too great. Death would have come as a relief.
For a long moment Don simply stood and savored the sensation of having his cock planted balls deep in the furnace of Marge's ass. He stroked his hands over her upturned butt cheeks. Her skin still gave off heat from the whipping he'd given her. Aside from the raised welts, the ass skin was soft as silk.
The roundness of the ass nestled up against Don's crotch was a deliciously erotic sight. He sighed deeply and, bracing the heels of his hands against her butt, began to bring his cock out of her asshole.
"Ah! Ahhhh-ah!" Cries of anguish escaped Marge's lips. The prick seemed to hurt worse going out than coming in! The insides of her ass passage had been rubbed raw by the entry of Don's ten-inch cock, and the pain of the prick's withdrawal was incandescent.
Julie watched awestruck as Don's cock came back into view like a pale tail growing from her mother's bottom. The naked, taut body of Julie's mother seemed to radiate waves of pain. Julie's insides churned in sympathetic agony.
She should make herself do something. She had to! But she couldn't. "Aaaaaaaoooooooowwwww!" Marge howled. "Get it ooouuuuuut!"
"That's-unhh!-what I'm doing!" Sweat poured down the man's face. The suction set up by his cock emerging from his victim's lovely ass threatened to pull his guts out the pinprick hole in the tip of his prick. The tightness of Marge's asshole on the part of his prick that remained in her ass was a maddening mixture of pain and pleasure.
Slowly he brought his vibrating cock out into the open air. Marge's hindquarters began to churn, as if in a growing frenzy of passion. Don knew better. She was squirming in agony around his cock.
Pain! His massive cock was causing pain to this lovely black-haired bitch. No sooner had he drawn all but his conical cock-head from Marge's ass than he drove it home again, forcing a shrill shriek from her lungs as he did. Then he braced and pulled his cock out yet again. Sweat poured into his eyes.
Marge's ass felt as if it had a mechanical reamer inside it. "Jesus!" she cried. Her assailant began fucking her butt rhythmically. He pushed every one of his ten excruciating inches home in her ass, and then yanked out as much as he could and still keep the tip of the wedge-shaped cock-head in her ass, with every stroke. "You're tearing me apaaaaaaaaaaart!"
"Just . . . a . . . minute, baby," Don said. "God, you're hot and tight! Gonna come . . . any minute ... uggghhhhh!"
Sweat dripped onto Marge's ass cheeks. Tears were pouring from her eyes. In the kitchen her daughter was crying too, helplessly, heartbrokenly. Again and again Don's belly slapped the black-hair�ed woman's ass.
Suddenly, the tall man stiffened. "Whooooof!" he exclaimed. His whole body gave one great jerk.
"It burns!" Marge wailed. "You're coming up my ass! God, it burns, your come burns like acid!"
Don's head was thrown back and the muscles of his throat worked in time to the spurting of his prick. He was coming hard, so hard his bones seemed to rattle. He felt the back blast of jism boil up along the length of his anally-swallowed cock. He felt it boil out around his prick as he fucked his cock free of Marge's ass. When he drove the prick home again, his crotch made a sloppy sound as it hit Marge's come-drenched ass cheeks.
Every throb of the man's orgasming prick was sheer agony. It felt like a- new red-hot poker stabbing up her butt. All Marge could do was hang on and endure, as load after load of Don's napalm-like come was pumped into her poop-chute.
At last the fury of Don's climax subsided. His cock immediately began to deflate. He pushed off from Marge's butt. His prick came free with a loud pop! A flow of jism drooled from her momentari�ly-slack asshole before her sphincter muscle took up the slack once more.
"Thanks, baby," Don said. "It was great. I'm sure you'll find a way to get free-before the kids get home."
Without another word Don Weber got dressed and left by the front door. He left behind him a naked, abused, violated woman, draped sobbing over the back of her own living-room sofa.
And in the kitchen, unknown to either victim or victimizer, a young girl sobbed away a portion of her youth. A possession she would never come by again.
Chapter Three
Sam the German shepherd stood by the back door, lolling his tongue and wagging his tail with pleasure at seeing Julie. The girl finished locking up her bike and then opened the door, giving Sam an absent pat on the head as she went into the house.
"Hello," she called. "Is anybody home?" Silence answered.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't have stood a repetition of the bizarre scene she'd witnessed yesterday. And who knew what Don would do if he came back? He was obviously a full-fledged sadist.
Julie opened the icebox and bent over. In the produce drawer were a head of lettuce, a couple of cucumbers, and an apple. She took the apple, closed the refrigerator again, and washed the apple in the sink. Drying the apple on the hem of her t-shirt, she leaned against the counter and began to eat.
Unbidden, images of yesterday sprang up behind her blue eyes. She still couldn't believe it! Her mother was having an affair with her father's business partner! The fact of the betrayal was a stunning reality. But the things they had done! That torrid scene, with Marge Sanders, Julie's own mother, draped naked over Don Weber's body, impaling her face ecstatically on his unbelievably long bar of cock! Her lush hindquarters squirming and rolling and smearing her widely-spread pussy lips all over his upturned, greedy face!
And what had happened after-the way Don had begun slapping Julie's mom, had tied her with the lamp cord and whipped her till her pale body was a mass of angry welts. And the way Marge had shrieked and begged with him to stop as he plunged that spar of prick into her asshole. The way he'd seemed to get more and more turned on the more Marge screamed and struggled, till at last he'd blasted his jism in a boiling torrent up the woman's ass.
Julie took a bite out of the apple and shook her head. It was all too terrible to believe. Like a scene out of hell.
The strange thing was, her thoughts did not dwell on the pain and sadistic glee she'd witnessed. Julie's mind kept returning to what she had seen earlier. Her mom and Don Weber enthusiastically eating each other. Her mother's classically beautiful face, with creamy come running down her chin from a corner of her mouth.
The way Julie herself had reacted.
The touch of her own hand on her pussy mound had felt sooooo good. She had never felt anything like it before. And then when she had stroked a slim finger over her pussy slit, teased open the fragile cunt lips and slipped the finger into the slithery wetness of her pussy .. .
She was feeling it again. The same trembling, hot-all-over sensation. Chewing a bite of the fruit, she laid a hand over the tender bulge of her cunt. Did she feel dampness on her white cotton shorts?
With uncertain fingers she undid her fly. She remembered what she had thought yesterday, that the need to experience those strange, wonderful, irresistible feelings could make a woman do all kinds of peculiar things-like betray a loving husband of many years. She understood then that she was no different. She would do almost anything to bring back the white-hot intensity of that first orgasm . . .
Her fingers touched moist pubic fur. She lifted her fingers to her nose and sniffed delicately. It was definitely there, the tart tang of needy cunt.
She tossed the apple core into the sink. Already she was breathing faster. She looked down at herself. Two points had appeared where the cloth of her t-shirt covered her budding, braless boobs. She cupped a hand over a small tit. She squeezed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" It felt nice! Experimental�ly, she took the taut nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.
She gasped. It was as if an electric current had surged through her chest. Her jug seemed to swell in her hand, subtly vibrating with erotic energy.
Her other hand crept to her crotch. It slid inside her panties. They were definitely moist. Reluc�tantly she took her hand from her young boob and pulled shorts and underpants down over the soft feminine swelling of her hips, down her long tapering thighs and calves. She kicked off her blue-striped tennis shoes and stepped out of her clothing.
Cool air licked the moist lips of Julie's pussy. Air currents molded themselves caressingly around her ass, its paleness contrasting to the sun-baked brown of her thighs. She pulled the t-shirt off over her head and stood naked but for the white bikini of her un-tanned tits and groin.
What if Mom should walk in right now? Or Rob? She licked her lips, deliciously excited at the chance she might be discovered in her wanton nakedness. Would her mom yell at her, or would she perhaps realize her performance with Don Weber the day before had had an unseen audience?
And Rob-what would he do? Back out embarrassedly? Or would the front of his jeans tent out to the hardening of his cock, the way Julie's t-shirt did when her nipples swelled?
Idly, Julie wondered what her older brother's prick was like. She remembered the log-like cock she had seen her mother riding on that night so long ago, the mighty prick that belonged to her now-disabled father. Had Rob inherited Ben Sanders' cock?
Get hold of yourself, kid, Julie told herself. You're treading close to incest. She shook chestnut bangs out of her blue eyes and ran her hand over her nude body.
She felt good to herself. Her skin glowed with the warm vitality of youth. Her palms seemed to make her body tingle as they ran down, down across the cherry-tipped peaks of her tits, over the gentle dome of her belly, down to the triangle of cunt fur nestled between her thighs.
She cupped both hands over her cunt bun, letting the sweet sauces drip from her slit over her fingers. Just the light pressure of her palms was enough to speed her heartbeat and cause a little tickling of lust deep in her virgin twat. "Mmmmmmm, yes," she cooed.
She touched a long-nailed fingertip to the upper end of her pussy slash. Remembering her sex education courses at school, she teased the finger --into the vee-shaped notch of pink pussy flesh, seeking her clitoris. She was told that the clit was the center of her sexual being, that the small nerve-rich node could, properly handled, fill her with the sweetest sexual delights possible.
Then it happened. The tip of the finger touched the little pearly clit, peeking out from its hood. The contact seemed to strike sparks in her cunt. "Ooooooh!" she gasped. Bright lights danced before her eyes.
God, that was tremendous! She sagged back against the counter for support, her butt cheeks splaying out against the cool tile. Biting her lip, she touched her clit once more. "Oh! Yes! Yesssss�ssssss! That feels goooo-ood!"
She was having trouble catching her breath now. Her nubile young body was shaking with lust. She knew what had made her mother unfaithful to Ben Sanders. She knew what had made her mother squirm and grovel and slobber on Don Weber's stalk of cock.
Julie needed a cock! She wanted to have her untapped pussy stuffed full to overflowing of vibrant, vital, male prick! She wanted to fuck!
She slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling the elastic walls close in around the digit like an oily glove. She fucked her finger in and out a few times, producing a sucking sound. It felt nice, but something was missing.
She tried putting another finger up her cunt. That was nicer. It stretched the inner pussy-lining some, with a sensation the girl couldn't even have imagined before this. Another finger, and warm well-being surged up from her pussy, spreading upward through her belly and making her tit-tips glow with a life of their own.
The little finger went into the wet well of Julie's pussy. Sucking in her breath, she drove all four fingers to the knuckle in her cunt. Hot pussy sauces flooded down into the palm of her hand. "Ah! Oh God!" she cried. She jerked the fingers out, drove them in again. "Jeeeeezus!"
Furiously, Julie began to fuck her fingers in and out of her quim. Cunt juice flew in a fine spray. Her thighs were dewed with drops of the delectable pussy honey. Her free hand crawled like a small brown animal up her belly to close itself over a tit. Julie moaned deep in her throat and finger-fucked herself harder.
As though of their own volition, the fingers of her other hand parted. The nipple sprung out between them, quivering with passion in the cool afternoon air. She closed the fingers again, clamping the nipple between them. Her young boob filled with delight.
"Ohhh-unnnh! Ohhh-uunnnh! Oooooohh�hh-UNH!" Julie grunted in time to the plunging of her forgers in and out of her aroused cunt. She could barely contain the lust that built up in her body. She had never experienced feelings so intense.
But something was still missing! Her cunt was wolfing down her stiffened fingers, but that was just an appetizer-her hungry pussy wanted more!
She thought of Ben Sanders' fat, fat cock driving up between her mother's butt cheeks. That's what she needed! Something long and hard and thick to drive up her demanding cunt!
An idea formed in her lust-fevered mind. On shaky legs the horny adolescent staggered to the icebox. Her hand left her tit throbbing with disappointment to pull open the door. The girl's brown hair fell toward the floor as she bent over, fingers fumbling for the produce drawer. Her ass cheeks split apart. The air felt icy as it blew up her sweaty crack and bathed the dripping lips of her cunt. Her fingers kept up their fucking in ... out ... in ... out!
Her vision seemed blurred by passion. There was what she wanted-a cucumber. Nine inches of thick green hardness, and perfectly shaped to slide up between her tan thighs and fill her cunt with joy! She picked it up and reeled back, not even closing the refrigerator in her sudden frenzy of need.
She pulled the fingers out of her pussy. They were shiny with her cunt honey, and tended to stick together. How to do this? Her cunt throbbed greedily in time to her pounding heartbeat, sending a message to her brain-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now!
Two fingers slid back into the morass of her cunt. She let her weight back against the counter as she bent over to guide the cucumber home in her pussy. The fingers spread the lips of her pussy wide. A trickle of cunt sauce drooled from the gaping gash and ran down her leg.
The tip of the cucumber touched her yawning pussy mouth. It felt like a bar of ice. Julie pushed inward. Like the thin end of a wedge the end of the vegetable entered the vestibule of her cunt.
"Awwwwwwwww-!" Julie's mouth worked as though trying to form words. All that came out was a long-drawn, incoherent sound of adolescent passion churned to a frenzy.
And then it was in her! Julie felt the coolness of the cucumber sliding into her cunt. The little knobs on its skin pushed at her pussy walls in a million different ways. And the stretching! The sensation of her pussy membrane being forced wide by the entry of the vegetable was as unbearably delightful as the friction of the thick, green fruit on the slippery cunt walls.
Sweat stood out in little glittery beads on her heaving jugs. It wasn't hot, and her nakedness and the gaping refrigerator made the room seem even cooler. But her whole body was sheened in a coat of perspiration!
The cucumber stretched and stretched Julie's virgin cunt till it seemed it couldn't take in any more. Blinking, the girl looked down to where the green hardness disappeared into her cunt.
Little more than half the vegetable was buried in her sopping pussy!
She pulled the cucumber out again. Inch by inch the two-inch thick vegetable slid back into the light of day. Its pimply surface was shiny with the slick fluids of her twat.
It seemed to suck the breath from her body. Her belly hollowed to the erotic vacuum produced in her pussy tunnel as the cucumber retreated. She bit her lip-how could a person stand such ecstasy.
She sure as hell wanted to find out!
Getting a firmer grip on the cucumber, she stabbed it into herself like a long green dagger. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" she wailed. Her hips rocked from side to side, rubbing her ass against the rim of the counter. She couldn't help it-the tremendous currents of desire and delight flooding through her nubile nude body had taken control!
There was no stopping halfway this time. Again she felt her pussy distend incredibly to accom�modate the giant green dildo. It seemed her whole body would split apart, but she didn't care. What a way to go! When the cucumber was half buried in her cunt, she tightened her hold and kept pushing.
"Oh!" she gasped as another inch entered her oozing pussy. "It's too much-can't go on! Gotta stoooo-op!" But she could not stop. She had to have it all-had to have her cunt absolutely full of that unyielding hunk of cock-imitating cucumber!
The adolescent got her wish. Her fingertips felt the gooey kiss of her lathering cunt. She let go of the cucumber. It stayed put in her cunt, with only the tip showing from amidst the brown tangle of her cunt fur. She straightened up. Her pussy walls seemed to ripple around the intruder. She leaned back. Her nipples jutted at the ceiling and her gleaming hair spilled back over the counter. Taking a deep breath, she clenched the muscles of her curving stomach.
"Ahhhhhh-GOD!" Julie snapped forward like a released bow. The cucumber had seemed to expand inside her cunt as if about to explode! She knew it was an illusion caused by the untried muscles of her pussy closing on it, but it almost drove her out of her mind.
She grabbed the end of the vegetable protruding from her pussy. Cunt sauce cascaded down her thighs as she pulled it out. Not all the way just till a mere inch remained enveloped by her distended pussy lips. Then she drove it home. It felt like a locomotive raging down her greasy pussy channel. Out, and in again. Out-in-out-in!
"Yeeeeah!" she gasped. "It's too much! Can't . . . stand it! Oh God, I can barely see! Everything spinning around-my pussy's about to explode! So big . . . so HUGE! It's-it's-OMIGOD!"
A moment of stunned silence. The teenager stood poised on the balls of her bare feet. The cucumber was in her pussy to the hilt, its free end grasped by a trembling female hand.
"I'm COOOMMMM-iiiiinnnnnng!"
Julie doubled over as a hammer blow of pleasure hit her in the solar plexus. Her pussy seemed to collapse around the fist-thick invader. Mindlessly, she pulled the vegetable out, only to fuck it back immediately into her clenching, spasming pussy.
It was like her first orgasm, only a billion times more so. Every contraction of her pussy muscles seemed to crush her whole body in a giant's grip. Every relaxation of her cunt left her weak and washed out, trembling with exertion and unbridled passion.
But she couldn't stop fucking herself with the whole length of that hard, hard cucumber!
Julie's legs gave way. She slumped against the counter sobbing, fucking herself. This was incredible! Charges of dynamite seemed to be going off in her brain. The cucumber, impossibly, seemed to be writhing like a serpent inside her cunt. She was going to black out . . .
The sound of applause. "Good show, good show," said a masculine voice.
Julie looked up. She blinked her eyes to clear away the lustful haze obscuring her vision. The wild tempest of orgasm disappeared as if by magic.
Don Weber was leaning against the frame of the back door, leering at the naked girl. She became acutely aware of the rivulet of cunt juice dribbling down the inside of her leg. "Real nice," the tall man approved. "But wouldn't you like a partner?"
He took a step forward. Julie pushed off from the counter and ran from him. Her bare feet slipped on the tile, and running worked her pussy around the cucumber still planted in her cunt. It seemed to throb within her belly. Her legs wouldn't work right.
Somehow the panicking girl made it to the door into the living room. She slipped again, caught herself by one hand, hair flying . . . ... Only to fetch up hard against a tall, warm body. Julie was conscious of two enormous jugs pressed against hers, and then two strong arms closed about her in an unbreakable grip.
"That's it, Karin, hang onto the randy little slut," Don Weber said. Julie twisted her head to look at him. He was rummaging through the kitchen drawers.
Something clicked in the naked girl's head. "Karin?" she asked. "You're my father's secretary, aren't you? Let go of me right now, if you want to keep your job!"
"Aren't you forgetting something, sweetheart?" Don Weber asked. He came up behind the wildly struggling girl with a roll of black tape and a pair of scissors in his hands. "She works for me, too. Hold still, damn you!"
Julie heard a sizzling sound as Don wound tape around her wrists. She turned her head to look at her captor. An icily beautiful face looked down at her, high-cheek-boned and coldly-blue eyed, framed with shoulder-length platinum hair whose color had never come out of a bottle. The big-boobed secretary held the nude adolescent effortlessly as Don taped her wrists together.
"All right, bring her over here." Karin turned her around, gripped her by her now-immobile arms, and marched her towards the kitchen table. The cucumber felt odd inside her cunt. Karin brought her around and then shoved her so the edge of the table bit into her bare ass.
"Sit down," Don told her. She was unable to restrain a gasp from the twinge of pain the cucumber caused as Karin pulled her onto the table. The formica surface was chill beneath her buttocks.
"Let's get that out of the way," Don said. He took the protruding tip of the cucumber between thumb and forefinger and pulled it out. He nodded and grinned at the way it made her frilly cunt lips pooch out. Julie closed her eyes and gave an involuntary moan of pleasure as the knobbed green skin rasped over her clit.
"That's better." Don held the vegetable to his nostrils, sniffed, nodded, and pitched it into the sink. Then he reached down.
Julie opened her eyes in time to see Weber fish inside his pants for his cock. It sprang out. The stiff prick bobbed eagerly in the air, the hole in its tip staring at the naked girl like an eye.
"Don't hurt me!" she begged.
"Hurt you?" Don smirked. He wrapped his hand around the tremendous length of cock. "Why, this won't hurt you one little bit. Hold her steady, blonde bush!"
He bent the head of his long, long prick down till it touched the parted lips of Julie's cunt. It felt hot. Don licked his lips at the feel of wet pussy on his prick, and pressed forward with his hips.
The cock speared easily into Julie's cunt. It was slimmer than the cucumber, but different-deliciously so, despite the circumstances. Julie might be being raped by the man who had brutalized and ass-fucked her mother the day before, but she was still turned on from her session with the cucumber.
And the feel of warm, hard, living cock entering her still-damp twat was the most delicious sensation she'd ever felt!
Karin's hands were clamped like manacles on Julie's upper arms, but they weren't needed. "God," she murmured, and lay back. Her thighs spread wide to open her cunt to that thrusting, endless cock.
Don sighed as the tight wetness of a virgin pussy enfolded his ten-inch prick.
Chapter Four
To Julie's relief, Don's cock didn't hurt going into her pussy. Of course, her pussy was meant to take in a man's hard throbbing cock-and was still fairly well-greased from jacking off-unlike her mother's dry butt-hole. And Don's cock was nowhere near as big around as the cucumber she'd just had crammed all the way up her tight little pussy.
Instead of agony there was a delicious, gradual sense of her pussy filling up with cock. It was so different than the cucumber. She could feel the warmth, the life, the slight resiliency of the rigid prick as it kept coming, inch after tantalizing inch, into her vulnerable cunt.
"Yessss, indeed," Don muttered. "You're a virgin, aren't you? Except for that cucumber you were making such good use of."
Julie nodded. Don's eyes were fixed on their two crotches as their tufts of pubic hair neared each other. The sight of his prick like a long pale lance disappearing up Julie's cunt fascinated him. The knowledge that the wedge-shaped head was sliding deeply into this lithe brown body before him, traveling far into the moist recesses of her pussy, made his breath come fast.
Julie lay looking at the reddish glow of the afternoon light filtered through her closed eyelids. Her body was alive with conflicting sensations. Part of her rebelled against the fact of rape, the fact that this fantastically long prick was being inserted in her pussy without her consent. Part of her was afraid of the sadistic sexual violence this man had unleashed on her mother's naked, trembling body the day before. And part of her was reveling in the feel of having a real, live, male cock driven home in her watering cunt!
What a difference it made! It was hard for the girl to breathe. Her butt cheeks were pressed flat on the table, her legs dangling over the side as her pussy drank in Don's prick.
At last she felt the tickle of crisp pubic fur on the insides of her pussy lips. "It's all inside me," she whispered. "All that cock. I can feel it in me. The blood is pounding through it. God, the head of the cock is warm-it feels like it's halfway to my tonsils!"
"Hear that?" Don asked breathlessly. "The hot little bitch is so turned on she can barely stand it. Want some more, baby? Do you want me to really fuck you with this big of cock of mine?"
Julie didn't answer. He could feel the slight tightening of the girl's cunt with every beat of her heart. He rolled his hips, screwing his cock around and around inside Julie's snatch.
The upper side of the rigid prick ground against the teenager's swollen clit. Julie groaned. Don stirred his cock some more, a bit harder.
"Yes!" his victim gasped. "Yes, damn it! I want you to fuck me!
"That's good." Julie gasped again as the cock started to withdraw, seeming to pull her pussy tunnel inside out. "You're about to get a fucking like most girls only dream about!"
"Yes!" Julie cried, louder this time. "Yes, yes! I want to feel that cock of yours pump in and out of me! Fuck me hard!"
Her ass began to squirm around the white tabletop. Spurred by the sudden movement of the succulent flesh surrounding his prick, Don pulled his cock out so hard it actually jumped free of the girl's seething twat. Julie moaned in disappoint�ment.
She lifted her feet up onto the tabletop. Her hips cocked upward. Her pussy opened up like a wet, supplicating mouth, pleading for the cock to be plunged back into it. Drooling with lust, Don grabbed his prick and unceremoniously thrust it back into Julie's greedy, flooded cunt.
"Oh! That's right! Fuck me good!" Her hips were revolving furiously now. Her dry ass cheeks squeaked over the tabletop.
To Don's lust-clouded brain it seemed he'd fucked his prick into a cement mixer-a cement mixer padded with hot, greasy rubber! The springy walls of Julie's young cunt roiled around and around his prick. The head of his cock burned like a red-hot coal as it jabbed into the teenager's womb, then started out again.
Fiery cunt sauce poured from Julie's cunt, running over her ass cheeks. Her churning butt smeared the ripe-smelling stuff around the top of the kitchen table. Don's nose flared to take in the dank pussy smell.
His hands were on the insides of her thighs for extra leverage as he began fucking his huge cock in and out of the writhing girl with jackhammer speed. Fast as he was fucking, it took what seemed an eternity for his cock to drive all the way into her demanding pussy-and another for it to escape from the sucking, seething mantrap of her cunt!
The statuesque blonde secretary had quit holding Julie down. The girl wasn't about to try to escape now! And if the comely brown-haired adolescent had a thought for her hands being tied behind her back, it was that they helped prop her ass up and raise her gaping cunt so that Don could fuck his wonderful cock into it more easily!
Cool female fingers stroked Julie's upturned face. They caressed her temples and played with her hair. Julie cooed quietly. She was aware of Karin's petting only as a small soft pleasure overshadowed by the eddy and surge of the tides of passion that racked her naked body.
A slender finger traced the line of her jaw. The stiff bar of prick went balls-deep in her cunt with a noise like overripe fruit hitting pavement. Finger-tips traced the curve of Julie's throat. Then they played across her tits with a feather touch.
The young girl was suddenly aware of a burning in her tits. Her nipples, already swollen with lust from the fucking her pussy was getting, were hardening! Karin, pressing gently, outlined a dark-brown aureole with a sharp nail. Delicious pleasure-pain filled Julie's ribcage.
As the blonde began to toy with the girl's swollen nipples, Don stepped up the tempo of his fucking. God, being a good piece of ass seemed to run in the Sanders family! This brown-skinned little cunt had only fucked a vegetable-and maybe her hot little fingers-in all her life. But now she was rolling her hips and wriggling her soft slippery pussy around his prick like hundred-dollar hooker!
And, God! She was already hip to the fact that she could make her pussy suck on his prick by the tightening her little belly. She didn't know how to control it yet, but the spasmodic clutchings of that juicy twat were almost making him blow his wad before he was ready.
Julie Sanders' cunt was incredibly snug around his pistoning prick-as tight as her mother's asshole had been. But the teenager's cunt wasn't dry like Marge's poop-chute-it was drippingly, scaldingly, deliciously wet!
"Oh, ohhhh!" Julie groaned. "Yes, roll my little nipples around. God, do you know what you're doing! Ummph! I'm about to COOOOOOOMM�MMME!"
The girl's back arched like a cat's. For an instant she hung poised with her bottom inches off .the shiny, cunt juice spattered tabletop. Muscles stood out on her trim legs as she ground her pussy against Don's fuzzy crotch, impaling her pussy on his cock. Then she let out a shrill wordless cry and fell back.
Her pussy dragged Don's cock with it. He fell forward, just managing to catch himself before he collapsed atop his nude, sweaty victim. What was happening here? It was as if a bear trap had clamped down on his prick.
Suddenly the death grip eased. His cock began to speed out of the oily pussy. Then the cunt grabbed it again! "I'm coming now!" Julie shrieked unnecessarily, as Don blew his steaming load of jism halfway to her tonsils.
The first clench of her cunt had almost killed Julie with pleasure. The second made her roll her eyes back into her head and knot her bound hands into fists. The third sent her completely out of control!
She rolled onto her side. The liquid fire of Don's come shot deep into her cunt. He cried out at the sensations her violent movement caused. She rolled back onto her back, shoving with her hips against the fountaining cock.
Karin's hands were closed on her cone-shaped boobs. The feeling of that alone could have sent Julie off if she weren't already shuddering under the impact of climax after furious climax. It was as if every nerve in her body was raw, incredibly receptive to the pleasure being poured into her pussy and her budding tits!
Hunched over the bound girl, Don fucked blast after blast of jism up her twat. He felt it overflow the lips of Julie's cunt, felt it run in rivers over his taut ball-sac. He never would have believed he had that much come in his nuts!
Julie's orgasm milked Don's balls dry. His huge cock continued to pulse and try to spit-that clasping, ravenous snatch wouldn't let him quit coming! Karin was squeezing the girl's boobs like mounds of clay. The teenager's pussy drooled a savory mixture of pussy oils and jism. "Wow!" Don hissed as the last tumultuous spasm of orgasm gripped his prick.
Instantly; his cock began going limp. Julie hummed softly as the deflating prick -slid out of her pussy. Even turning into a slimy, limp serpent, that prick felt good! And Karin was still massaging her boobs as fervently as if they were her own generous milk bags.
Julie's twat gave a last juicy slurp! as Don's cock oozed free. It plopped onto the table in the midst of a puddle of cunt honey and sperm. "Hot damn," Don said. "That was just exactly fan-fucking-tastic!"
Reluctantly, Karin let go of Julie's tits. The girl's nipples throbbed. "She's still hot," the blonde girl said. "Look at her jugs."
"Mmmm, yes," Don agreed. He studied the girl's tits, perched like scoops of vanilla ice cream on her chest. "Be a pure shame to let that adolescent horniness go to waste."
Julie allowed a soft moan to escape her lips. She was riding the gentle currents of afterglow. It felt like being out in the swimming pool on a sunny summer afternoon, floating on an air mattress as the sun caressed her almost-naked body. Only better.
Don glanced down at his cock. It was still six or seven inches long, dangling down halfway to his knees. It was covered in a gooey, aromatic mess.
Taking it gingerly between thumb and fore�finger, he walked around to stand near the captive's head. He reached out and tilted her head toward him. Then he guided the cock to her face, pressed its flaccid head against her mouth.
Julie gagged. What was that stench! It was like the subtle perfume of her aroused cunt, only magnified a hundred times. She opened her eyes.
A long pink sausage floated in her vision. Then her eyes focused and she went tense. Don was shoving his prick into her face-and it was repulsive and slimy with her pussy oil and congealing lumps of come!
"Get it awa-aauumph!" Opening her mouth to protest had been a mistake. Don had expertly popped his cock into it!
"That's better," he said as she mumbled around the spongy mass of cock that filled her face. Karin held her shoulders down against the table. "Your cunt made my lovely prick all dirty. But you're going to lick it clean, my pretty-pussied poopsy. You're going to make it nice and clean again."
"Mmmmmmhhoooooo! Mmo!" Julie shook her head vehemently.
"I suppose you're trying to say `no'?"
The girl nodded. Her eyes blazed like blue lasers. A muscle in her cheek twitched.
Like a striking snake Don's hand shot out and gabbed Julie's cock-impaled face. Her skin flushed deeply clear down to her snowy tits. "You were going to bite my prick, weren't you?" Don asked pleasantly. "Weren't you?"
Julie growled.
"That's what I thought," the man said. He glanced at his partner. "Make her hurt, Karin honey."
So matter of fact was his tone that Julie didn't get his meaning for a minute. She allowed herself to savor the pleasure of the soft touch of Karin's fingers on her nipple.
Then the blonde pinched. Hard.
"Mmmmmmmaaaahhhhhhh! Mm!" The naked girl kicked and fought. It felt as if her nipple had gotten caught in a vise.
Karin pinched again. The red-painted nails bit deeply into the pointy nipple. They seemed about to tweak it off. Julie shrieked, a piercing sound despite the prick that muffled it.
Don grabbed handfuls of brown hair and fucked his prick into Julie's mouth until it was stuffed full of oily, rank-tasting prick. The torturing grip on her nipple eased. Julie slumped on the table. Fear shone in the blue eyes that looked up at Weber.
His ugly side was showing again. The side that had caused Julie's mother so much pain the day before.
For the first time the girl became really aware of the taste of the prick that filled her face. It was awful. She wasn't able to distinguish between the salty-sweetness of sperm and the spicy, slightly acid bouquet of her own cunt. All she knew was it tasted foul and she wanted it out!
The idea of having a cock in her mouth repelled her, in spite of the obvious joy with which her mother had consumed this same prick. But, to know that the prick had just been shoved hilt-deep in her salivating pussy, and had had its own load of come smeared around its entire length-that was unbearably nauseating!
Worse, it was getting hard. She could feel the disgusting worm of prick getting firm inside her mouth. Her tongue was coiled as far back in her mouth as it could go. But still it felt the repugnant touch of swelling prick, felt the man's cock begin to press against it.
"I'm getting hot again already," Don said. "You've got a nice little mouth to you-almost as nice as your cunt. But time's a wasting. And all that cock juice and pussy slobber is a lot grosser after it dries. Or do you want Karin to play with you some more?"
Julie shuddered.
"Okay," Don said. "Use your tongue."
The tied-up teenager tensed. Then, rebelling against the act, she uncurled her tongue. Don sighed heavily as it slithered along the underside of his prick.
The long cock inflated like a balloon. It went into Julie's mouth till no more would fit. Then Don backed away as it kept changing into a semi-rigid staff of prick.
To Julie's relief, the man pulled the stiffening cock out. She opened her mouth and let it swing free, turning her head from it.
Pain lanced into her tits. Both of them this time. It felt as if electrodes had been attached to them.
"Yeeeeeee-AAAAAHHHHH!" she howled. The pain kept on. Her back arched again, only this time in agony. Her tits were on fire. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't take it any more.
"Let her go." The pain ceased. Julie fell back into a limp heap. A dull ache throbbed from her tortured tit-tips.
"Try it again," Don advised. "This time, remember that I have ordered you to lick my cock clean. If you don't obey me, you're really going to suffer. Understand?"
Julie nodded. She could feel salty tears stinging her eyes. Why her? Why did this have to happen to her?
But there was no time for tears. To waste time meant more pain, and Julie couldn't bear that. She opened her mouth and her tongue crept out. The head of Don's cock felt tacky, like flypaper, as she began to lave her tongue over it.
Don cradled her head in his hands. Her tongue was dry and fuzzy, but felt like a small animal crawling around his prick. Nice. He steered his now-hard cock towards the gaping, moist-lipped cavern of Julie's mouth. She winced, but did not draw away.
The man stopped with his prick just short of the girl's even white teeth. She let her tongue-unfurl along the bottom of the cock. Clean it off, Don had said. Lick it clean.
Or suffer!
Don moaned with pleasure as Julie's tongue curled up around his prick. The kid was talented-she could suck as well as fuck!
A sound made him tense. Julie shrank back, fearing a hot, reeking rush of come was about to jet into her mouth. Don dragged her head back. The glans of his cock heated the inside of her mouth as the prick went between her jaws.
"What was that?" her tormentor .asked.
"A car." The blonde tilted her head to listen. The blue eyes went wide. "I think it's in the driveway!"
The distinct sound of a car door opening came to Don's ears. Hastily he yanked his spit-glossed prick from the girl's mouth. "Who's that?" he demanded.
"Mom," Julie moaned. "Or Rob."
Karin had run to the front door and pulled the drapes open a hair. "It's the boy!" she hissed in an urgent whisper. "He's going up to the garage door."
"Which way does he come in-front or back?" Julie stared at him. Was she about to be rescued? "Answer!" He slapped her stingingly across the face.
Her ears rang. "The-the front door," she sputtered. Her face, cheek glowing with a scarlet palm print, dissolved in bitter tears.
"He's putting the car into the garage," Karin said from the living room.
"Distract him, then-when he comes in," Don told her. "You know what to do."
The blonde's chuckle was musical. "I do," she agreed. From the living room Julie heard the soft rustle of cloth.
Nodding, Don turned back to look at his captive. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked quietly. "I thought I told you to suck cock! Heart sinking, Julie wrapped her lips around the turgid prick and began to tongue it.
Whistling a tune, seventeen-year-old Rob Sanders sauntered up the walk to the sprawling brown house. Despite a dull afternoon at work folding and stapling a thousand political pamphlets for some ex-astronaut running for local office, the time had gone swiftly. Laura Martinez, the black-haired, black-eyed Chicana in his English Lit class, had agreed to go out with him on a date!
He grinned to himself as he fit the key into the front door lock. What luck! She was smart, beautiful, and had jugs like cantaloupes. Also, she seldom found it necessary to wear a bra. Her nipples always seemed to be in a state of erotic excitation, little hard thumbs under those skin-tight blouses she favored.
The black-haired youth turned the key. The Spanish were supposed to be hot-blooded-maybe he'd get to stick his key in Laura's lock before long. The door swung open.
Even in the split second it took his eyes to adjust from the full glare of daylight to the gloom of the curtained living room, Rob realized something was amiss. He sensed the presence of someone in the room. His eyes focused, and he blinked as if to clear them.
When they opened again, she was still there. A blonde sprawled wantonly on the sofa, legs spread.
The most beautiful naked blonde he had ever seen, with tits as big as Laura's!
"Well, what are you waiting for?" the nude woman asked. She shifted. Her pussy blossomed pinkly before Rob's amazed eyes. "Come on in!"
The keys still dangled in the lock as the front door slammed.
Chapter Five
The last remnants of slow-drying jism and cunt juice were disappearing from Don Weber's stiff prick. Julie was becoming steadily aware of a meaty, full, not altogether unpleasant flavor in her mouth now. The flavor of good hard cock.
She heard the front door open. Her pulse raced. What was happening? She wanted to jump up and look, but Don's fingers were locked around her neck, holding her head at his crotch.
The bound teenager heard an indistinct voice-a woman's voice. The door banged shut. She heard muffled footsteps. Then a pause, followed by a dim whirring sound.
That blonde bitch! She must be trying to seduce Rob! Futile tears came to Julie's eyes as Don grunted and began to fuck the last three inches or so of his cock back and forth in her mouth. She wanted to warn Rob-he was her only hope! But it was no good.
Even as a tear rolled down Julie's cheek she felt something cold and hard pressed against her neck. "Not a sound," Don warned. She glanced sideways and down.
The point of the scissors was pressed to her carotid artery!
Heartbroken, she twined her tongue around the prick. There was no way she could warn Rob. No way her big, strong, older brother could rescue her from this horror and degradation.
Julie's cheeks bulged suddenly. Her jaws were being wedged apart! She opened her eyes and stared fearfully up at her captor.
Don Weber was beginning to drive his whole enormous cock down her throat!
***
Rob Sanders caught his breath as the warm resilience of the blonde's bare body pressed itself against him. Her nipples drilled into his muscular chest as her arms stole around him. She lifted her face, eyes closed, full lips parted invitingly.
"Wha-?" Rob tried to say. A soft clinging mouth muffled his words. Then the nude blonde had her tongue in his mouth, and the boy went weak at the knees.
The tongue was like a living flame, searing the inner lining of his mouth, hen teasing his own startled tongue into an erotic wrestling match. Wrapping his arms hungrily around her, he responded hungrily to the kiss. His hands felt the cool satin of her golden flesh. His cock began to harden inside his pants.
The luscious, buxom blonde felt something poking into the pale thatch of her pussy. She was just a few inches shorter than the tall youth, and her perfectly shaped legs were fully as long as Rob's. So her trim triangle of golden cunt fur was at the level of Rob's stiffening prick, "Mmm!" she moaned around a mouthful of the startled teenager's tongue, and reached for his fly.
Rob felt her nimble fingers undo his zipper even as her tongue was doing things to his he'd never even dreamed of. What the hell was going on? This was like every adolescent wet-dream rolled into one and made flesh-firm, resilient, naked flesh!
One thing for sure-Rob was not about to complain! Not with an armful of the nakedest, loveliest chick he'd ever seen!
He gasped into the golden girl's mouth as her fingers folded around his prick. Through half-lidded eyes he saw her own closed ones snap open in surprise. He squirmed a little as she felt his cock all over with wondering fingers, as if to confirm her first impression of his rapidly-inflating prick.
It was huge!
Rob could actually feel the girl's pulse accelerate. The naked nipples pressing into him throbbed with her eager heartbeat. Her fingers seemed to tremble as they teased his prick out of his fly.
It uncoiled like a spring. Instantly its head was buried in something soft and warm and fleecy. The blonde purred and rocked her hips. Rob's prick thrilled over the silky skin of her belly.
Rob was completely aroused by now. All power of conscious thought had left him. He had one overpowering concern as of now-his need to fuck the daylights out of this inhumanly beautiful blonde apparition!
Dimly, the boy became aware of feminine hands stripping his clothes away. He growled like a dog, fucking his cock up and down over the girl's stomach until he stood as naked as she was. Her unbelievable boobs were flattened like balloons against his broad, hairless chest. The nipples felt like two small pebbles trapped between the naked, sweating, straining young bodies.
Hands played maddeningly up and down Rob's spine. The girl took a step backward, then another, drawing Rob unresistingly along with her. The back of one tawny thigh bumped the couch.
She wrapped her arms around Rob and fell backward. He fell heavily atop her gloriously naked firm. The air whooshed out of his lungs.
The girl didn't seem the least bit fazed by having a hundred and seventy pounds of healthy, horny, adolescent male fall on top of her. Her mouth had never left its position clamped over Rob's, and her tongue was still twisting itself into impossible tangles with his.
She raised her knees, braced her feet on the couch. "Whummmph!" Rob said. He felt her pussy slither up and splay open to kiss the underside of his cock. The blonde-furred twat was dripping wet with desire!
The girl tore her face away, leaving Rob moist-lipped and gasping for breath. "Ooooooh, baby," she cooed in a husky voice. "What a bi-ig cock you have. Fuck it into me right now, darling. You don't know how much I need that cock crammed up my pussy!"
Rob felt his ears burning. He was blushing! He'd never heard a girl talk like that before-particularly a girl as totally beautiful as this.
Then again he'd never run into a girl who did anything the way this one did! Including tongue-kiss fiercely enough to make him come close to creaming his jeans.
What felt like boiling oil was being slathered all over the cord-like swelling that ran along the underside of his outsized cock. He could smell its rich, thick aroma. That blonde-bearded cunt was drooling with lust for him!
My God, what would it be like to fuck my cock into that? Rob wondered in awe. The sucking and slurping that the girl's pussy lips were giving his prick was more intensely delightful than what the inside of most girls' cunts were capable of!
"Don't wait any longer!" the squirming blonde begged him. "Fuck that big huge cock into me now! Oooooooh, my poor pussy needs a cock so bad!"
Why wonder? Rod told himself. I can find out what it's like inside that pussy right now! He got his hands beneath him and lifted his body. His prick trailed deliciously over the foaming cunt lips, bringing moans of pleasure from both their lips. As though it were meant to fit, the pointy tip of his cock slipped down to nestle in the warm moist embrace of the blonde's pussy mouth.
Rob poised like that for a moment, quivering with anticipation. The blonde stared up at him with huge blue eyes. Her body was glowing with wordless eagerness. He took a deep breath and began to lower himself.
***
Despite her resistance, the saliva was beginning to flow in Julie's warm young mouth. Don was teasing her now, fucking his cock more deeply into her mouth in little jabs, then pulling it out again so that the tied and naked girl relaxed. Her neck creaked from the strain of holding her head up to receive the thrusting prick. Her nude body was beginning to cramp from lying on the unyielding table top for so long.
At least the filthy remnants of his-and her-lust had finally been cleansed from the long rod of prick. All the teenager could taste now was throbbing cock. And her taste buds were betraying her. She was actually beginning to enjoy the ripe, meaty cock-taste.
Her libido was betraying her as well. She was starting to get turned on by having her face fucked by that tremendous prick!
Julie was learning another lesson in sexuality. Once her lusts were aroused, there was no denying their demands.
She could understand, at last, what had motivated her mother to have an affair with Don Weber. Much good it did her now.
There was a heavy thump from the living room, as though somebody had fallen on the couch. Julie heard rustlings. Then a voice, smooth as silk: "Ooh, baby-what a big cock you have! Fuck it into me right now, darling!"
Julie felt herself flushing clear to her tits. Don sighed in pleasure as she involuntarily tightened the muscles of her mouth. That evil slut Karin was trying to get Rob to fuck her!
She glanced down. Just the head of Don's cock was trapped between her rosebud lips. The rest of his cock stretched away from her face like a long, flesh-colored hose, attached to his crotch amidst the dark tangle of his bush. She teased the bottom of his inflated cock-head with her tongue. The tube of prick quivered with desire. A vein pulsated in its upper surface.
As plain as though it were coming from the same room, a sound reached Julie's ears. It was a sound like water draining from a bathtub. It took a moment for Julie's inexperienced ears to identify it.
It was the sound of a rampant cock entering a ready, randy, brimming pussy!
Don heard it too. His palms pressed in on Julie's temples. His cock began to push into her mouth.
Julie relaxed to take the stiff prick in. Then her eyes bulged. The cock-head passed the back of her and kept going! Down her throat, down towards her stomach!
He was going to do it! What the girl had feared most-he was going to force all of that prick into her face!
She shook her head violently. The first rumblings of nausea twisted her guts. Don grunted softly; her head-shaking was thrilling his cock beyond belief!
"Nooooo!" she tried to say. The hot rush of breath along the thrusting pillar of prick only made Don feel still better. Julie's eyes crossed as she watched the pink prick disappearing into her mouth. The matted bush at its base got closer.
Her jaws creaked on their hinges. The muscles on her neck trembled. Then the cock-head traveled too far. Julie gagged.
Don gave a barely-stifled cry. Incredible! It was like a hand grabbing his prick-or a climaxing cunt! He fucked his cock deeper still down the girl's throat.
Waves of pleasure pumped up and down Don's cock as Julie's muscles reflexively attempted to eject the invading prick. "God!" Don murmured. It was definitely like having his prick up a coming pussy. The muscular action was milking the tremendous length of his prick!
The load of come in his balls bubbled to a boil. His victim was truly berserk now, thrashing her head from side to side as much as she was allowed by the spike of cock driven into it. The wild side-to-side motion, combined with the jacking-off her gag reflex was giving his deeply-delving prick, shook Don Weber to the core.
"Mmmmmmmmpppppph!" Julie protested as a blast of something hot and wet bounced off her tonsils. The cock seemed to contract as though gathering itself. Then it pulsed again.
Another load of steaming jism shot clear to Julie's belly. The cock was completely swallowed now. Then the flavor hit her, and her senses reeled.
***
"Aaaaaaah!" Rob sighed as his cock slid easily into the damp snugness of the mysterious girl's pussy. What a fit! Her cunt seemed to mold itself around his cock. He had never felt anything like this!
The blonde made an incoherent rattling sound in her throat. Sweet Jesus, she thought. This is the biggest cock my pussy has ever felt-it's like being a virgin again! She had long since forgotten what it was like to have her pussy really stretched by a rigid prick.
Before, Karin's wanton lust had been feigned-a pose to distract the intruding youngster before he could find his sister in the kitchen, tied up, and with a cock being forced into her face. But no more. This was the real thing!
It took a delicious eternity for Rob's crotch to meet hers. As her pussy lips kissed the cable-thick base of his prick, Karin's mouth melted into Rob's in a soul-shrivelling kiss. Muscles rippled like waves on her belly as she played her cunt along that fabulously big prick.
The feel of this girl was a total sensual experience. Never had Rob felt flesh more resilient, skin more satiny-perfect, tits so big and cushiony and yet so firm, nipples that pulsed against his naked chest so hungrily with passion, lips and tongue that thrilled his so much-never had his prick slid itself into the grasp of a pussy as supple and hot! Her cunt channel was like a dozen separate serpents wound around his prick, each constricting and relaxing in excruciating rhythm.
Rob could have come off then and there. He could have shot come into that clutching all-enfolding cunt with the force of a sand-blaster. But he didn't want to-he didn't want this lascivious embrace to ever end! He wanted to fuck this beautiful blonde till time ended and the stars turned to ash!
He lay for a dozen heartbeats. The naked pair reveled silently in the joining of giant cock and tight, wet cunt. Their tongues did a moist dance.
Rob put his hands on Karin's sides. She pulled in a shuddering breath. He slipped his hand beneath her, ran them down to cup the well-matched globes of her ass cheeks. Her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck.
He began to pull his prick out of the morass of her cunt. For a moment she lay perfectly still. The suction in her pussy made her tingle all over. Then she went wild.
Rob gasped into her mouth as her hips started up like an eggbeater. She corkscrewed her limber cunt around his cock while tilting her hips from side to side. The complex motion was a symphony of joy on his prick.
He lost control. He yanked his cock almost clear of her grasping cunt, then plunged it back in again so hard her ass was forced deep into the cushions of the sofa. Her fingernails raked his broad back. As he began a furious clockwork pumping of his prick in and out of her swampy pussy, she wrapped her lips around his tongue and began sucking on it. The top of Rob's head came off.
Climax was bearing down on him like a runaway freight train. He fucked her with all the power and energy his young body possessed. She met his every thrust, and her ass pressed down on his hand each time he withdrew.
His hands kneaded the flawless butt cheeks frenziedly. He gloried to the play of her muscles as she expertly teased the fucking cock. "Ah!" she moaned. "A-ahhhh-ah!"
Orgiastic grunting came from the living room. Jism was flowing back up the reluctant channel of Julie's throat. God, how much come could a man's balls hold? The acid reek of Don's sperm threatened to make her pass out.
Coarse pubic hairs tickled Julie's nose. Then a backwash of come went up a nasal passage and she choked, coughing around the plug of prick. Her motions set off a fresh surge of spurting from the vibrating prick.
"That's right!" groaned Don. "Drink it all down! Jism is good for you, little lady!"
Still spraying come into Julie's already-filled throat, Don's big prick began to travel out. Her teeth flayed the surface of the cock. Spurt-spurt-spurt, the head of the prick exploded with load after load of acrid, slimy come.
The tears began again. Julie wasn't feeling any physical pain-it was the degradation and humili�ation that made her suffer. She was being face-fucked-made to swallow the nasty sperm of a man she hated. The frothing white stuff coated her throat, the inside of her mouth, her tongue, which was whipping furiously around the withdrawing cock in an effort to escape the lava-like flow of come.
The length of the prick as it crept back into daylight was streaked with strands of white come. White droplets dewed the strands of his pubic hair.
Julie felt the stuff running from her mouth, drooling down her cheek and dripping onto the table. She twisted her arms this way and that, but the thick electrician's tape held her wrists as securely as Don's brawny arms trapped her head.
Crying, convulsing, sick to her soul and her stomach, Julie had no choice but to lie there in her nakedness and shame and receive every steaming drop of her attacker's come!
And all the while her straining ears heard the ecstatic sounds of fucking from the living room.
The legs of the couch were creaking under the strain. Two naked, healthy young animals were rutting together with all their joyous strength. It didn't matter to Karin that she was supposed to be entrapping Rob-any more than it would have mattered to the boy if he'd known what was happening! Her hungry mantrap of a cunt had trapped the biggest, strongest prick she'd ever known, and was intent on milking it for every drop of pleasure the fucking pair could feel!
Don Weber's prick flopped free of Julie's mouth. It bounced into the air, still spurting. Julie choked on a mouthful of jism as more come sprayed onto her nose, her eyelids, spewed up into her hair. Don moaned and rubbed her face against his crotch. Julie's flesh crawled as fresh sperm was smeared around and around her face.
She wanted to die.
Finally, the big cock quit its bucking and spitting. It started to go limp. Don released her, stepping back.
"Don't say a word," he cautioned, though he smiled as he spoke. "If you do, I'll kill you." He stuffed his lank hose of prick, stilling dripping spit and sperm, back into his trousers and did them up.
Julie said not a word. She was too busy trying to spit the come from her mouth. She could feel the loathsome stuff drying on her face. She burst into helpless tears.
Don smiled and turned away.
"I'm ready to come!" Karin cried. Rob's tongue, freed from its delightful oral prison, began to rove wetly all over the lovely, lust-contorted features. "Hurry and come in my pussy-oh hurry!" Then she thrust against him.
Rob didn't need any more encouragement. Stroking his cock powerfully in and out of the sloppy cylinder of her cunt, he came.
And came.
And came!
"Ah! Aiiiiiieeeee!" Karin screamed in unfeigned ecstasy. Her pussy grabbed Rob's hosing cock and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Rob buried his face in the curve of her neck, drooling on her pale skin. Her nails dug furrows in his back.
The mobile hips seemed to have a life of their own as they went in all directions at once around the pounding, come jetting cock. Rob clung to her buttocks as though for dear life. His eyes were screwed shut. His soul and hers flowed together as their bodies dissolved in a frenzy of climax.
Then a crashing blow smashed the back of Rob's head and the world exploded in skyrockets and blackness.
Chapter Six
"What the hell are you doing here?" Marge Sanders demanded. Her lovely features were flushed and contorted with fury. Her hand groped behind her for the knob of the door, which she'd shut behind her before she realized Don Weber was standing in her living room, smirking at her. "How did you get in?"
"You gave me a key-remember?" Don leered at her. "Though I didn't need to use it-your daughter left the back door open. Oh, and you just should have seen what the little bitch was doing!"
"I don't-what was she doing?"
"Fucking the daylights out of her hot little cunt with, would you believe it? A cucumber. A real waste. She has such a nice little pussy. Real hot and tight. Too nice to waste on vege-"
"What are you talking about?" Her face went pale. "You mean you-Julie-?" Her hands went to her mouth. "Julie!"
"M-Mommy?" came a small voice from the kitchen.
"Julie!" Marge shrieked. She launched herself at the door to the kitchen. Don intercepted her. He sent the long-limbed woman sprawling with an open-handed blow of his fist.
"You bastard," Marge gritted, rubbing her smarting cheek. She started to rise. "You're going to pay if you've so much as touched my daughter, you filthy ... "
Her words trailed off. She froze.
Don was aiming a gun at her. A small black revolver.
"Ah, you see things have changed a little bit around here," Don said. Then he saw Marge's muscles tense beneath the short summer weight skirt she was wearing. He retreated a step, keeping the gun poised.
"The mother lion instinct, eh? Willing to sacrifice yourself for your young. Well, we'll try a different approach." He turned his head a fraction. "Karin!"
Marge heard the pad of bare feet on the linoleum floor of the kitchen. There was movement, then a resounding smack! followed by a whimper of pain. "Julie!"
Don clucked his tongue reprovingly. "Your family's not too long on common sense, is it?" He shook his head. "The little lady just hasn't learned to do what she's told to if she doesn't want to get hurt. Well, she's got to. Or she's gonna be hurting a whole lot!"
Marge saw her daughter then. "Julie!" she screamed.
The girl was naked. One cheek was red with the print of a palm. Holding the girl by one arm was a tall, buxom blonde woman, dressed in what Marge recognized agonizingly as her husband's favorite terrycloth bathrobe.
The tall blonde passed the captive teenager to Don. The robe was belted loosely at the waist. Her heavy pale jugs peeked through the open front. Below the belt her long slender thighs were visible as she moved, and tantalizing hints of golden cunt fur.
For the first time Marge realized who the blonde was. "You-you're Karin Hall, aren't you? Ben's secretary!"
"I'm Don's secretary too," the blonde smiled. "Or was."
Marge looked from one to the other. "We're, uh, neither of us connected with Sanders and Weber Realty, see. That's why we're here, actually." Don rubbed his nose.
"I don't understand."
"Well, with the help of Sugar-bush here, I've been doing some fancy footwork on the books. Just a little bit here and there. But, see, in the eyes of the law that adds up to little things like, say, embezzlement, fraud, income-tax evasion-things like that." He shrugged. "A nice racket, and with old Ben laid up we siphoned off a nice bit of change. But all good things must come to an end, and that's what happened today."
"You mean-"
"Yeah. The police, the FBI, the IRS-they're all looking for me-or rather for us." He smiled at the blonde. One hand held Julie firmly by the shoulder. "Of course, they wouldn't ever think of looking for us here."
"But h-how about us?" Marge's lips were dry. She stood up slowly. "What are you going to do with us?"
"Now, that's a problem, isn't it?" Don patted Julie affectionately. She cringed away from his touch. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. "We'll be your house guests for a few days, and you'll have to, ahh, entertain us-Julie here's found out about that, haven't you, honey?"
Julie looked away, eyes glittering. Marge felt her stomach knot. "After that, we'll be leaving," Don continued. "Of course, we don't want you to make trouble for us then. But we've got an idea, Karin with me. We might now have to kill you folks-isn't that nice?"
Marge stared at him, and then shuddered.
"C'mon, I'll show you," he said. "Back to the bedroom. You first-and if you try anything, baby doll here gets a .38 slug through her pretty titties!"
He turned the girl and ground the muzzle of the gun against her left jug. Julie bit her lip.
"She's-you've taped her wrists together!" Marge burst out.
"Very perceptive.
"Julie squeaked as he jabbed her tit painfully with the gun barrel.
"Now, move," he ordered.
With as much, dignity as she could muster, Marge walked past him into the hallway. Stalking like a big blonde cat, Karin followed, big boobs swaying to the rhythm of her steps. "Master bedroom, on the right," Don said, bringing up the rear with his naked hostage. "The one you used to share with your hubby."
Her jaw set, Marge pushed open the indicated door. That sadistic scum! She'd make him pay for this one day.
If she survived.
"Omigod!" she gasped. "Rob!"
"Right again, pretty lady." Don shoved her into the room. "Tie her to that chair, Karin honey. The rope's on the dresser-brought it along special."
The raven-haired woman looked defiant. A few strands of hair fell from the kerchief bound around her. head and wisped over her face, making her look fierce and lovely. Don prodded her daughter's boobs with the gun again, and she meekly walked over and sat in the straight-backed wooden chair.
As Karin expertly tied her arms to the chair, behind her back, Marge looked again at her teenaged son, face down and unmoving on the big double bed. "What have you-ouch! Not so tight! What have you done to him?"
Karin stepped back and gave Don a nod. He pushed Julie to the floor. She curled up in a fetal position, quietly weeping.
"Just a little tap on the head. Karin took his clothes off for him-'course, that was before we knocked him out."
He placed the gun on the counter and picked up an expensive-looking camera. "Roll Big Boy over and get to work on him, Karin," he said.
The big blonde rolled the youth onto his back with no apparent trouble. Marge gasped as she saw her son's wrists were taped together in front of him. Karin put her knee up on the bed. Cornsilk hair spilled over Rob's crotch as she bent over his supine form. She took his dormant cock in her hands and guided it to her mouth. Slurping sounds came from her lips as she began sucking his prick.
Uncomfortably, Marge turned away. A mother wasn't supposed to see things like this. Rob groaned and stirred slightly. Out of the corner of one eye, Marge saw his prick beginning to respond to the treatment Karin was giving it.
In spite of herself she turned and stared. His cock was gigantic! He had inherited his father's prick!
Don was turning the camera over in his hands, examining it. "You see," he told Marge, ""we don't want you making it tricky for us after we leave. And don't bother telling us how you'll swear to keep quiet-I saw the way you looked at me when you got an eyeful of little Julie. You'd sell your soul to get back at me-almost."
Rob's prick was standing up like the stump of a redwood. Its fat head was wet and shiny with Karin's spit. Even as his mother watched, Rob's prick began to grow like a weed.
"However," Don went on, "we don't want to kill you. Multiple murders are big medicine, and sparking a nationwide manhunt for Karin and me would sort of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? So we have another idea-how's he coming, Karin?"
"Just fine." The blonde licked her lips. "What a cock! Too bad I can't keep it-not that I'm complaining about yours, lover boy."
"Yeah. His may be an inch shorter than mine, but it's as thick as your arm. Tsk, tsk. Anyway, we've got a way to keep you in line even after we go-ready?"
Reluctantly, the blonde stood up. Rob's prick stood at attention in its full glory. It looked like a telephone pole, jutting up from between his muscular thighs. The cock glistened with Karin's saliva.
Rob was still out, but he was coming around. Karin walked over to the huddled form of his sister. "Go 'way!" Julie sobbed. Karin grabbed a handful of brown hair and hauled the nude teenager to her feet. She steered the girl toward the bed.
Julie's eyes widened when she saw her brother's cock. It seemed to beckon her. She averted her gaze.
"What we do," Don explained, setting the camera down to help his blonde accomplice, "is take pictures of you people doing all kinds of terrible things. Pictures that could ruin every one of you if anybody ever saw 'em. Pictures, like, of Big Brother here fucking his giant cock in and out of Baby Sister's sweet snatch!"
Don and Karin held Julie as if she were a child, poised in the air over her brother's crotch. Her captors were on the bed on either side of Rob's semiconscious form. The girl felt the heat emanating from her brother's rigid cock wash over her pussy lips.
She started to struggle. Karin grabbed an adolescent tit, started to pinch the nipple between her razor-sharp nails. "I don't want to hurt you, darling," she said insincerely. "I don't want to hear you shriek out loud at the pain in your poor little titty ... "
Julie closed her eyes and parted her legs. She felt herself being lowered. Then something firm and unyielding poked into one of her outer pussy lips.
"Ooops," Don said. "Move her a little to the left."
The tip of Rob's prick slid across his sister's pussy-lip, then nestled between the pink fringes surrounding her cunt hole. "That's it," Don said. "Lower away!"
Julie bit her lip. Her mother sat stiffly erect in her chair. Her face was strained and drained of color. "I'm sorry, Mommy," the girl said in a tiny voice. "I can't help it. I-ohh!"
Her weight being lowered made her cunt lips wing out to enfold the broad head of Rob's prick.
Then the sturdy cock began to forge its way up into her pussy. "Nnnhhh," she hissed through clenched teeth. The steel-hard cock was rasping painfully into her un-lubricated cunt tunnel. But at the same time its unbelievable girth was crushing her clit!
Pain and pleasure warred in Julie's pussy. At the same time she felt herself grow weak with shame. She was having her brother's big cock forced up her cunt-while her mother was watching! It was humiliating. It was mortifying! It was . . . it was incest!
Upward and inward moved the rampant cock. Julie's eyes watered as she felt her pussy membranes being pulled out of shape. What a cock! Rob's prick was almost as big as the cucumber she'd used-was it only a few hours ago-to initiate her virgin twat to the heady pleasures of fucking. She actually felt her tender ass cheeks being driven farther and farther apart by the entry of the prick!
Then her butt touched firm thighs. Grunting with exertion, Don and his accomplice let Julie's weight down the rest of the way. Her cunt lips kissed her brother's crotch. The buried cock throbbed in her un-oiled pussy to the tempo of his quickening heartbeat.
Julie bit her lip. No, it couldn't be, she told her-self.
But it was.
She was beginning to enjoy it!
She felt the first oozings of cunt sauce trickling down the pillar of cock. The ache of having a dry prick thrust up her pussy was being replaced by pure, liquid joy!
Rob's lips moved. A low, lustful murmur came out. He moved his hips slightly. His cock stirred in Julie's cunt like a sleeping giant returning to consciousness.
Julie gave a cry, half-despair and half-lust, and fell forward full length atop her brother. Her nipples were hard arrowheads jabbing into his chest.
A spark of light stirred in Rob's mind. The spark flowed down his body, wrapped itself clingingly around-ah yes! His prick! The last thing he had known was his prick spurting come into the unbearable delight of that mysterious blonde cunt. Now something moist and agile and alive was teasing his cock again, thrilling it awake.
He felt the blood surge into his cock, felt it inflate like a balloon. Was this a dream or reality? He didn't care. Though even the wettest of his wet dreams had never felt this good . . .
For a moment his cock was left unattended. Was the dream over? He felt small prickling along its rigid length as the saliva Karin's tongue had laved over it evaporated. Then something bore down on its tip. His cock shaft bent. The weight lifted. Then something rubbery and dry came down, spreading out to encompass the broad, blunt head of his cock. It swallowed his prick head, then slid down, coming onto his cock like a glove.
The tube coming down to sheathe his cock was hot and dry, and grated the sensitive skin of his prick. But, God, was it ever tight! He felt a warm, resilient weight come onto his thighs, his crotch. His cock was completely buried in the snug, un-lubricated hole.
He moaned. Something was dribbling down his prick. Something sweet, but which burned like acid the sensitized nerve endings packed into his hard cock. Cunt juice! He moved his hips, letting the pussy oils flow down to surround his buried prick.
A feminine body fell on top of him. His eyes popped open. A pretty face, transfigured by shame and lust, stared into his own.
"Julie!" he cried.
"Don't-ahhh! Please don't say anything, Rob. Just-" The lovely adolescent bit her lip. "Just fuck me."
"But it's not right! It isn't natural!" Rob tried to move his arms, which were trapped between his body and the disturbingly positioned body of his baby sister-God, she was beautiful!-and found he couldn't. They were somehow bound together. He glanced past Julie's pallid face, up the sloping curve of the girl's naked back. Her wrists were taped behind her back.
A tear dropped onto his chest. He looked wildly around. The pussy was clinging moistly to his buried bar of cock-at any minute he'd lose all self-control and throw himself into the forbidden ecstasy of fucking his tied-up sister till her pretty blue eyes crossed!
"Don Weber!" he gasped. "What are you doing here?"
For answer the tall man raised his camera and took a picture. "Nice," he commented as he lowered the device. "Brother and sisterly love. Real touching."
Rage boiled inside Rob. Without thinking he tried to lunge at the grinning man. The violent move had the effect of ramming his pulsing prick another half-inch into his sister's soaking cunt. She cried out and her head dropped. She began licking mindlessly at the base of her brother's throat, all reserve, all self-control, all traces of pride gone-dissolved by raging lust!
Another figure stepped into Rob's vision. It took him a few seconds to focus his eyes. His sister was rolling her hips, fucking her slimy pussy on Rob's randy spike of cock. It was taking every ounce of will-power he had to keep from fucking her back! And then he saw who stood behind his father's former business partner.
"You!" he choked. "But you're-"
"My name's Karin," the long-limbed blonde said. The robe fell open, revealing the insides of her big tits, and the delta-shaped patch of pussy fur between her lovely thighs. "Karin Hall. And you gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had-that's a really yummy cock you've got there!"
It was too much. Just at that moment Julie clenched the muscles of her ass, tightening the untutored muscles of her pussy in the process. Like a hand encased in a glove of oiled silk, the cunt grasped Rob's cock.
He moaned. Drool ran down his chin. If his baby sister wanted to fuck, then by God, he was going to fuck her!
The first powerful surge of his hips brought his taut hard ass right off the bed. Julie's trim butt wagged like an eager puppy dog's tail around the well-buried shaft of prick in her cunt. Then Rob braced his heels against the yielding mattress and dropped his hips with dazzling speed. Julie gasped as his cock raced out of her, thrumming over her greedy clit like a violinist's bow.
Inertia held the naked, sun-tanned body poised in the air above Rob, joined to him by his huge cock. Then her pink buttocks spread apart as gravity drove their owner's cunt down hard on the enormous prick. The cock rushed up to meet Julie's squirming cunt like a missile.
The camera's shutter clicked with the regularity of a clock's ticking. Marge Sanders saw the telltale bulge in Don's pants as he hovered above the bed, his lens not missing a single detail of the torrid illicit act taking place there. Now he was at the foot of the bed, recording the up-and-down pumping of Julie's ass as the girl fucked herself to oblivion on her brother's huge cock. Then he closed in for a close-up shot of her puckered pink asshole as the fat cock wedged her butt cheeks apart as it surged up her snatch. Then to the side, to capture for posterity a pink-tipped boob jutting down past Rob's heaving rib cage, and the two adolescents' tongues straining out to meet each other as Rob lifted his face toward his younger sister's for a searing incestuous kiss.
The air of the room seemed to crackle with erotic energy. Marge herself felt the stirring inside her pendulous boobs, inside the deep well of her pussy. This was the most repulsive sight her eyes had ever seen: her children, her strong young son and lovely nubile daughter, stripped and tied and forced to fuck each other before her very eyes-and the glassy eye of Don's camera.
And loving it! Loving the forbidden feel of brother's body pressed against sister's body, sister's tits compressed like rubber balls between their chests, sweat sliming their skins, sister's cunt juice lathering the dark fur at their crotches, the turgid length of brother's greedy cock!
Their faces were pressed together, tongues smearing spit over passionate mouths. The springs of the big bed creaked as the two young bodies came together, fell apart, strove together again in a panting, sweating, incestuous orgy of fucking.
Instinct controlled Rob and Julie's movements now. Inexperienced as she was, the girl was gyrating her supple hips around and around the pistoning bar of cock stuffed up her cunt. More experienced, Rob was too horny for subtleties: he was shafting his giant prick in and out of that slavering cunt with every iota of strength he possessed!
Julie's mind floated away from her sweaty, fucking body. She was balling her brother-and she didn't care! No, that was wrong-she did care. She loved it! She loved the knowledge that it was her big, powerful, wonderful older brother's prick stuffing her pussy so full of delight. She loved the fact she was sucking his tongue like a lollipop. She loved the fact her stiff nipples were drawing invisible curlicues on his chest. If this was incest-fuck it!
She did.
And then it happened. Her body had been rising on a gentle curve of sexual excitement, so that no one thing pushed her over the edge into climax. All she knew was that the universe suddenly exploded in blinding white light and her body was racked with seizure after seizure of sheer erotic joy. She was coming! Her pussy pulsed frantically around the big, stabbing prick. Fresh torrents of cunt honey scalded her thighs. She was coming-not once, but again and ecstatically again!
Three separate surges of orgasm had gripped his sister's cunt when Rob's prick blew up. When Rob finally did come, he almost blacked out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that filled his giant prick, his churning body, his mind. With no slackening of pace he fucked his jism into his sister as their souls grew closer than they had ever been, joined, melted in one red glow of ecstasy.
To Don, looking through the viewfinder of his camera, it looked as if Rob's big prick had been dipped in shaving cream. He'd never seen so much come in his life! Julie's gushing pussy oil looked like shiny soap smeared over the prick, and the two fluids blended together into a rank and messy mixture as the two teenagers squirmed and fucked one another, riding the last glorious wave-crests of their fantastic mutual orgasm.
At last the fury subsided. With a long sigh, the two collapsed onto the bed. Jism leaked from the gaping pussy lips, down the deflating cock, over the shrivelled ball-sac and down to stain the bedspread.
Don looked up from a last voyeuristic shot. Marge was sitting and staring, her face white as a sheet. Nearby, the beautiful Karin leaned against the dresser, robe open and legs apart, unabashedly fucking her stiffened fingers in and out of her dripping slit.
"Well, that's it," the big man said cheerfully. "Time for a change of scene!"
Chapter Seven
The dying rays of the setting autumn sun no longer stung Julie's bare butt. For the last hour or so, though, the bite of the sun on the un-tanned flesh of her well-rounded ass had been sheer torture. She moaned and pushed with her tongue at the rolled handkerchief knotted in her mouth. What do they have in store for me next? She wondered.
She didn't particularly care at this point. In the past few hours she had been degraded past the point of caring what happened to her. She didn't even feel any relief that the high walls surrounding the backyard hid her from the prying eyes of the neighbors.
It would have been interesting to know what the neighbors would have thought, however; how to react to the sight of a lovely brown-haired fifteen-year-old girl, naked as the day she was born, bent over a picnic table so that her white ass cheeks could be exposed to the late afternoon sun, her wrists chained to the upright that supported the back-porch roof with the chain that had earlier secured her bike against thieves. They'd probably shake their heads and make some disparaging crack about the deteriorating morals of today's youth, the bound girl thought bitterly. Yeah, and spend the rest of the afternoon peering surreptitiously out the back window at her.
Julie's muscles ached. Her belly was raw from being scraped over the rough, sharp edge of the wooden picnic table with every little movement she made. Her hair hung down the sides of her face.
The bound teenager was aware of the back door opening. "How do you like the fresh air, sweetheart?" Karin asked in that low, musical voice of hers. Julie's belly curdled with hatred.
"I asked you a question dear," Karin said sweetly. Julie stayed quiet, fuming.
There was a whistle in the air behind her. Then her naked butt exploded in pain. "AAAAAA�HHHHHH!" she cried. Her agonized scream was muffled by the gag.
Her head hung between her outstretched arms, Her ass hurt. "Oh, I shouldn't play so rough," Karin said. "I forgot your little bottom's a bit sunburned."
Julie twisted her head on her neck. Karin was standing there in Ben Sanders' red bathrobe. From one slender hand dangled a whip.
Karin saw where the captive girl was looking. She smiled. "Oh, you like my toy?" she asked, opening her hand and letting the lash hang from a thong about her wrist. "I found it in your brother's closet, on the top shelf. It's one of those cheap little Mexican jobs-six feet of enameled black and white leather strips braided together. Just a plaything-but what a plaything!"
The whip slithered forward like a leather snake across the cement porch. The tip reared up like a cobra readying itself for a strike, then coiled around a bare brown calf. Julie sucked her belly in, gathering air for a scream.
Karin laughed and twitched the lash away. It rubbed off a little skin as it uncurled from around Julie's leg. The girl winced.
"Now, that didn't hurt, did it?" Karin laughed. "This nasty old whip doesn't have to make our baby girl scream. Why, it can even make you feel good!"
Julie looked at her, and then froze. The whip was hissing forward again. No! she thought, it's heading right for my tits! She closed her eyes and got ready to die.
The softest, gentlest touch she'd ever felt flicked lightly over the skin of one hanging boob, licked teasingly at a dormant nipple, and was gone. The touch stung slightly, but the girl's gasp was one of pleasure, not pain.
She opened her eyes and looked at her tits. The nipple Karin had touched with the whip was jutting downward, stiff and quivering with passion!
"I can do it to your other nipple, too, pretty baby." Karin grinned. "Watch!"
Julie did. The black-and-white thong seemed to flow in slow motion toward her pointy jug. It wrapped around the boob. The very tip slapped against the nipple. It too inflated. Julie shook her head wonderingly.
"Ha-ha!" laughed Karin. "You see? That's not bad at all!" She slipped the robe off a shoulder, pulled her arm from the furry sleeve, transferred the whip-handle to the other hand and shrugged the garment completely off. Her perfect body gleamed in the waning light.
In spite of herself, Julie caught her breath. Karin was beautiful! She was like a huge marble sculpture, with jutting round jugs, firmly rounded belly, golden thatch of cunt fur tucked away between sleek legs. Her rosy nipples were hard as Julie's. Her breast wobbled as they rose and fell in time with her breathing.
The whip slung from one slim wrist added to the picture, Julie had to admit. It gave the girl a certain barbaric magnificence, like a naked Viking priestess. "You like my body?" Karin asked kittenishly.
Involuntarily, Julie nodded.
"Oh, how sweet!" beamed the nude blonde girl. "I like yours, too. Those darling pink little ass cheeks of yours, with that coy little slice of your pussy fur peeking out from between them, down at the bottom. Mmm-yummy!"
The whip moved again. Before Julie could react it swung up between her parted legs. Like a rawhide tongue it licked straight along the slash of her pussy!
It felt good!
Julie felt her cunt begin to water. Her whole body was suddenly flushed with heat. She was turned on! The whip moved again, under perfect control. It lapped at her pussy once more.
This time the sandpaper-rough surface scraped over the tip of her distended clit. "Mmmmpppphhhh!" she moaned. Cunt sauce moistened the leather thong.
Karin reeled the lash in. She held the shiny damp spot to her nose, which wrinkled prettily. Then to Julie's disgust, she stretched out her tongue and tasted it.
"Ahh! Pussy juice and leather-what a taste treat!" She cocked her head and looked coquet�tishly at Julie. "You ever had your pussy eaten?"
Surprised, the prisoner shook her head.
The tall blonde ran her tongue over her lips. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Her nipples seemed to vibrate with desire.
A curious tingle ran through Julie's body. Was Karin about to eat her cunt? She felt the big girl right behind her, felt hot breath feathering her ass cheeks as the blonde bent over. Why, that would be Lesbianism! But it would feel good! Her pussy drooled with excited anticipation.
To her disappointment, the teenager felt not the forbidden touch of another woman's mouth on her cunt, but the picnic table being slid out from under her. She was standing on her own now, still bent over, and still chained to the post. She made a small plaintive sound.
Karin scooted the table to one side. She looked up and smiled warmly at the naked prisoner. "Feel neglected?" she cooed. The whip moved again.
Again it snaked between bare sun browned thighs. Julie sighed expectantly.
Once more the whip hit smack between her sopping cunt lips. Full force.
The pain blew the top of Julie's head off. She tried to scream and couldn't. The searing, incandescent agony drove the breath from her lungs. She sagged. Her knees thudded painfully on the pavement.
Her pussy lips pulsed with agony. It went on and on, unabated. At last the tortured girl found her voice and screamed through the gag. She pressed her thighs together, trying to contain the excruciating hurt.
The teenager slumped against the post. Her arms were held over her drooping head by the chain. "What's the matter?" Karin asked her in mock astonishment. "Didn't you like that?"
Without seeming to move she made the whip fly. It curled out from her side like a tentacle to wrap stingingly around Julie's exposed boobs. When it came away it seemed to flay the skin from the naked jugs.
"Unnnnnhhhhhh-huh!" Julie wailed. Her tits were on fire. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and spattered on the abused tit flesh. They burned like acid.
"You know, that's something about these cheap painted whips," Karin commented matter-of-factly. "They tend to really bite at your skin. Really abrasive, you know?"
Julie shuddered. She forced her eyes open, expecting to see her tits in bloody tatters.
An angry red welt crawled across both boobs. But they were intact. "It's a matter of skill," Karin told her. "I can make you feel as if you're being skinned alive, without leaving a mark on your beautiful little body-at least, not a permanent mark. Now stand up!"
Julie stayed where she was. She was afraid to obey, knowing that to do so would be to expose her ass and her still-smarting twat to the attentions of Karin's whip. And even if she had wanted to obey, she was too weak.
"I said, stand up!"
Julie buried her face in one arm.
The whip snaked down around a molded ass cheek. The small knot at the very end of the thong popped right into the moist crack of Julie's ass. An electric jolt of pain made her jump straight into the air.
She fell against the upright. With unerring accuracy, Karin cracked the whip once more into the crack of her ass. It felt like a branding iron had been shoved into the crack between her buttocks. Julie screamed her throat raw, but all that came out past the rolled handkerchief was a low keening, like a distant air-raid siren.
"You 'pigs! You brutal sadistic pigs!" As if from far away Julie heard her mother's voice, shrill with anger.
Through a shimmering mist of tears the girl saw people on the porch. Her mother and brother, both naked and looking sick, furiously sick. And Don Weber, with his camera in one hand and the snub-nosed .38 in the other.
The man gestured at the two low wooden benches that went with the picnic table. "Sit down," he ordered. Glaring hatred at him and his unclad accomplice, they obeyed.
"I got a couple of shots of you whipping the little bitch before I went to fetch her relatives," Don told Karin. "Why don't you make her dance a little more before we go on to the next step?"
Marge gasped. Julie shrank shivering against the post. "You son of a bitch," Rob gritted. "I'll make you pay if it's the last-"
Whir-crack! went the whip. Julie's bare ass blazed with pain. "God, noooooooo!" her mother shrieked.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The fire spread up Julie's bare sides, then her tits blossomed into agony. Karin's heavy jugs swung wildly as she lashed the writhing, squalling teenager. Roaring with anger, Rob surged to his feet. Don stretched him on the porch with a casual backhand of the .38, then went back to taking pictures.
The whip began to lick at the insides of Julie's thighs. She turned to the upright, pressing herself against it for protection. Karin popped her hanging pussy lips. Julie's wail was piercing even through the handkerchief.
She spun. Her pretty thighs were a tracery of red lines. Her boobs were inflamed. Laughing with sadistic glee, Karin snapped both of her jugs in turn, then brought her lash forward in a vicious underhand blow that stung the puffy lips of Julie's cunt.
The brown-haired adolescent gave one final, muffled cry and collapsed, sobbing.
A gentle touch on her face made her look up. Karin was standing right above her. The light forest of her cunt bush was two inches from Julie's upturned nose. The girl became uncomfortably aware of the thick, cloying reek of excited cunt.
Karin smiled down at the tortured captive tenderly, almost lovingly. Then she tilted her hips back. Her pussy opened like a pink flower greeting the dawn. Its shiny wet petals kissed Julie full on the mouth.
The girl tore her head away. Her lips were smeared with aromatic cunt sauce. "You perverts," Marge gritted. "What are you doing to my daughter?"
"I'm just teaching her how to eat pussy, Ms. Sanders," Karin said politely. "Something every little girl should know."
She reached down. Her fingers went around the back of the girl's head and pulled her face forward. She turned her gagged mouth to the side at the last moment. She felt hot cunt oils cover her cheek.
Karin's fingers worked agilely. "There," she said, removing the gag. Julie spat. "Now you can stick your sweet little tongue all the way up my needy pussy!"
"Ugh!" Julie croaked, nauseated.
Karin flicked her wrist. She had shortened her grip on the whip so that about a foot of it dangled from her fist. The top of this lash snapped Julie's right nipple.
"Ooooooow!" sobbed the girl. "Don't! Please don't!"
"Then do what I tell you," Karin said, "and eat my pussy!"
Julie opened her mouth.
"Use your tongue!"
Gingerly, she stuck her tongue out. Her stomach roiled at the thought of touching her tongue to that brimming, rank, repulsive cunt. She closed her eyes.
"Farther!" The whip-tip caressed her belly. Julie poked her tongue out till her facial muscles ached with the strain. The tip of her tongue quivered in midair.
Then suddenly slippery warmth enfolded it.
Julie jerked her head back instinctively, and then winced in expectation of another burning kiss of the whip. It never came. Eyes shut in ecstasy, Karin rolled her hips around and around, fucking her cunt on the captive girl's stiff tongue.
The flavor of cunt filled Julie's mouth. Her cheeks quaked with the need to pull her tongue out of the sloppy, slithering, steaming morass of her tormentor's blonde-rimmed pussy. The feel of rubbery pussy lips slipping and sliding around her tongue made Julie want to throw up.
"Yes!" gasped Karin. "Now eat my pussy! Lick it, suck on it-hurry!"
Marge gagged, unable to tear her eyes off the spectacle of her naked, bound daughter forced to devour the blonde bitch's cunt. Beside her, Don had helped her son up off the concrete and let him lie down on the other bench. Then before the groggy youth could recover, he'd passed a length of rope over his chest and under his arms, tying it beneath the bench.
Rob let his head loll onto one side. He heard slurping and smacking sounds. He goggled.
His baby sister was on her knees, gobbling Karin Hall's blonde cunt! The tall secretary stroked the brown head with one hand, while the other mindlessly twitched the shortened lash.
Foaming pussy juice sloshed down Julie's chin. She felt it running down onto her abused tits. God, let me die now, she thought. I hurt all over, and here I am having to eat this disgusting pussy, in front of my mother and brother-and Don Weber's camera.
She could feel the currents of electric pleasure flowing through the blonde's body. She was apparently doing a good job of eating Karin's cunt. Julie was glad-not because she wanted to make the blonde feel good. She just didn't want to be whipped any more!
The inexperienced tongue-lashing the brunette was giving her made Karin faint with pleasure. Just the joy of inflicting such obscene humiliation on the beautiful adolescent turned her on. And the nubile little slut did have some of the sweetest lips ever to gobble at her brimming snatch! She cradled Julie's head in her hands, pressing her face ever deeper into the flooded pink flesh of her cunt.
Marge shook her head helplessly. Her inability to help her beloved daughter was far more painful than any whipping that sadistic, perverted bitch Karin could have dealt her. What must it be doing to poor Rob, to see his baby sister first tortured, the forced to perform unnatural sex acts on her tormentor? She glanced at the boy.
Her eyes flew wide. He was staring single-mindedly at his sister nibbling and licking Karin's cunt. And his big cock was ragingly, totally erect!
He felt the pressure of his mother's eyes. He looked at her, then dropped his eyes, blushing. "I'm sorry, Mom," he muttered. "I can't help it. It's just a . . , a reflex."
The sloshing noises continued to issue from Karin's well-devoured cunt. She was making low animal sounds of pleasure in her throat. Her hips rocked back and forth of their own accord, fucking her gaping cunt against her teenaged prisoner's face.
Don turned, saw what Marge was staring at. "Aha!" he said. "The adolescent libido takes over." He pulled his pistol out. "On your feet, bitch. Straddle that cock of your son's!"
Marge glared at him. Her hands, bound behind her back like her daughter's, yearned to reach for his throat, to claw out his hatefully-gleaming eyes. But she obeyed. She stood up, tall and ivory-skinned and unconsciously dignified. The first cool breezes of evening brushed her high firm tits and rustled her pussy hairs. She stroke over to the bench on which her son lay tied. "Face this way-toward the kid's feet," Don ordered. "Don't want you to miss the show. Hm, there's still enough light yet to get some real juicy pictures."
Marge swung a leg over her son's prone body. The crack of her faultless ass smiled at his face. "Mom, don't!" he gasped. "You can't let them-God, don't-I-ahhhhhh!"
The kiss of his mother's pussy lips was moist and loving. Marge's cunt was well-lubricated, for reasons she herself could not understand. Maybe the sight of her daughter lapping Karin's cunt had turned her on involuntarily, the way it had her son.
She shifted her hips, seating herself firmly on Rob's hard cock. Tendons stood out on her slender legs. Gradually, she lowered herself. Her son's cock slid smoothly into his mother's white, lovely body.
Marge threw her head back, crying out. Rob's cock was so huge! It felt fantastic. A rush of nostalgia hit her: his gigantic cock was just like his father's!
Rob watched bug-eyed as his mother's butt, rotating slightly, descended on his prick. Those perfect ass cheeks tightened as her pussy drank his mighty cock in. He was short of breath. His mother's pussy tunnel was as tight as Julie's.
Her cunt lips squashed out on Rob's crotch. The whole nine-inch cock was pulsing inside her pussy. Marge let her head fall forward. Her black hair spilled onto her tits, contrasting brilliantly with the milk-white skin.
"Oh, God," the woman murmured. "God forgive me. I'm about to fuck the hell out of my own son!" She raised her head and glared at Don.
"I sure as hell hope you get your jollies out of this, you bastard!" she flung at him. Rob's belly was hard and flat under her soft rump. She tensed her muscles and began to raise herself.
A long, low moan of pleasure came from Rob's lips as his mother's cunt corkscrewed up his proud pillar of cock!
Julie had one firm tit pressed against a satiny thigh. She could feel Karin's skin start to tingle with pleasure. Her mouth was completely sur�rounded by rubbery cunt flesh. Her tongue probed deeply into the pungent gash of the woman's pussy.
To her astonishment, Julie realized that the point of the tit touching Karin's smooth thigh was hard. She was getting horny-turned on by eating another woman's dripping cunt!
She was surprised, but she was beyond the point of feeling shame. Later, perhaps, when the sweet winds of ecstasy that had already begun to blow over her nubile, naked body had died away, she would feel remorse, condemn herself as a wanton slut. But not now! All she wanted to do now was get a mouthful of that greasy, ripe cunt!
"Just keep licking my pussy!" Karin groaned. The whip lay at her bare feet now. Both hands caressed that maddening head that Julie was giving her so freely. "Your lips and tongue are so, so nice! My pussy is happy-so happy I can hardly stand it!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Julie's own moan echoed the passion in Karin's voice. How could she ever have thought this blonde-furred pussy was vile? It tasted delicious! The spicy juices it slathered over her tongue and lips were a treat to tempt the fussiest palate! And the feel of an aroused cunt sucking and slurping at her greedy mouth-it was heaven!
Julie forgot the pain the blonde had given her such a short time ago. All she wanted to do now was make her former tormentor squeal and squirm with ecstasy. She had to find Karin's clit!
She pulled her face back a little ways, keeping up the maddening action of her tongue so Karin wouldn't think she was being abandoned. Then the tongue tip traced a line of joy up the crack of Karin's cunt to the little notch of flesh at the upper corner. Julie's tongue teased open the flaps of pussy flesh. She saw it. It gleamed like a tiny pearl.
She extended her tongue. It touched the swollen clit.
Karin screamed.
She ground the adolescent's face into her suddenly spasming pussy. She was coming! The little adolescent twat's avid mouth was bringing her off, so hard her body shook.
Waves of happiness flowed over Julie. She was making Karin come! The blonde's pussy sauce flooded her mouth. The woman's big body quaked to the fury of her climax. The little love-button of her clit was twitched away, but Julie didn't care. It had served its purpose! She buried her tongue in the boiling quagmire of Karin's twat.
A slippery noose strangled Julie's tongue. Her own pussy pulsed once, then tied itself in knots as orgasm piled into it. Julie's head swam with the heady flavor of pussy, with the joy in her cunt-devouring mouth and the joy in her furiously climaxing cunt. She was coming! She was making Karin come, and she was coming too! It was delightful.
Don's camera faithfully recorded every surge and twitch of naked, sweating, climax-driven female flesh. He recorded the stabbing of Julie's tongue into the blonde cunt, and the wash of pussy sauce that soaked her face. He recorded the way his captive clamped her thighs around his accomplice's slender leg, fucking her own cunt up and down Karin's calf. The glass eye watched the pair soar upward on clouds of orgasmic ecstasy, then float gently earthward in delicious afterglow.
Slowly, Julie came back to earth. That hadn't been bad at all. She felt tremendously liberated, somehow-even when her fury of lust, and her frenzy of coming, had died down, she was neither ashamed nor disgusted. She had enjoyed eating Karin's cunt, and that was that.
Karin stood, allowing her cunt juice to leak over Julie's face. The teenager nuzzled the brimming cunt. Then Julie pulled her face away to smile up at the blonde. Noises touched Julie's ears. Rhythmic, squelch�ing noises. Fucking noises. She turned her head.
With her head thrown back and her ass cheeks pointing toward his sweat-covered face, Julie's mom was fucking herself crazily on her own son's rigid plug of cock!
Chapter Eight
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Marge cried orgiastically. Her ass was a pale blur in the twilight as it stroked up and down on her son's stiff cock. Her cunt juice, whipped to a froth by the fat cock, spattered her glowing buttocks and her son's belly.
Don checked the light meter on his camera. Dammit, there was too little light! But he kept on snapping the shutter. He didn't want to miss an instant of this wild incestuous lovemaking!
Julie sat on her legs with her cheek pressed against Karin's warm leg. This was just incredible! And yet Julie was neither embarrassed nor repelled by the sight of her mother and brother fucking. Nor even the total carnal abandon with which they were fucking!
In fact, she was a little bit turned on by it. But only a little bit. The climax eating Karin's pussy had caused had drained her of sexual energy for the time being.
"God yes!" Marge yelled. She ground her butt down hard against her son's midriff, soaking up every inch of his cock with her slobbering, hungry cunt. "It's wrong, but it feels so right! Oh, I love it!"
"Yeah .. . uhh! Me too . . . Rob's eyes were screwed tightly shut, as if the well-built youth were in pain. But pain was the farthest thing in the world from what he was feeling. In fact, Rob Sanders was practically going out of his mind with the pleasure of fucking his hot-blooded, beautiful, slim-bodied mother!
Not even when he had poled his cock in and out of blonde-haired Karin's cunt had Rob's cock felt this good! What a piece of ass his black-haired mother was! He opened his eyes, to feast them on the sight of those perfect ass cheeks pumping up and down on the cock jammed up between them.
He could see the pucker of Marge's asshole seem to wink lewdly at his face. His prick glistened in the semi-darkness with the rich coating of cunt juice that covered it. What a turn-on, to watch his heavy prick disappearing into his mother's grasping pussy, to watch it force her butt cheeks so far apart it, looked as if her ass would burst! He'd never had this perspective on a woman's cunt devouring his cock before. It was a hell of an erotic sight.
"Hang on tight!" his mother gritted. "I'm about to come, darling."
And then she went absolutely wild. Her hips seemed to go six ways at once as they pumped up and down. Her pussy itself added its own skillful manipulations to the mind-boggling array of sensations her churning hindquarters were giving Rob's swollen cock.
And before he knew it, his prick had fired a hot burst of jism all the way up into the very womb he'd sprung from!
"Come! Oh yes, come in your mother's pussy!" Marge begged. "I coming too! Can't stop�unnnnhhhh ... !"
Rob couldn't have stopped spraying sperm up her writhing pussy if he'd wanted to. He was deep in the throes of the most strenuous climax he'd ever felt-and he'd had some mighty vigorous ones this very afternoon! He gritted his teeth and drove upward with all his might, burying his cock full-length in Marge's cunt.
For what seemed forever they fucked each other in a mad fury of orgasm. Don leaned clear over the bench to catch the spectacle of Rob's come spilling down from his mother's cunt and flooding out in a white tide over his belly.
Rob's cock spurted itself dry, then kept pulsing long after the come was exhausted from his balls. His mother's cunt drank it all in. Then the tensed muscles in the two interlocked bodies relaxed. Marge fell forward. Her tits flattened out on her son's thighs.
Rob's diminishing cock popped from her cunt. Her cunt hole gushed fluid, then closed up again as her pussy muscles took in the slack left by the departure of the thick prick.
Marge felt herself being lifted. She let herself flow with the tide of events as Don and Karin carried her sated body to the other bench and laid her down. A rope passed over her belly secured her to the bench. Her head hung down from one end, her hair pouring out over the pavement like oil.
Julie stared at her mother's reclining form. The woman's pink-lipped pussy, still oozing the yield of her and her son's lust, seemed to beckon the girl. Karin came to her side, tits swaying and the adolescent felt her arms being freed. She stood up at Karin's urging, walked toward the bench. Her eyes never left her mother's cunt.
Julie allowed herself to be urged to her knees at the foot of the bench, and bent forward so her face was between Marge's thighs. She smelled the hot reeking breath of her mother's cunt. She sniffed it down eagerly. It made her mouth water.
Gobbets of jism congealed between the lips of Marge's cunt. Julie eyed them hungrily. She'd been forced to lick up come once today, and had gotten off doing it. This was her brother's semen-she was sure it would taste good, as good as her mother's pussy.
Even as Karin tied her elbows to the bench top with a rough, hairy cord, Julie lowered her head to the gap of her mother's pussy and began to eat. Marge murmured with pleasure.
Dazzling light flooded the area. The six 200-watt bulbs of the back-porch light-installed in case of prowlers-turned dusk to day.
"I'll prop up the lady's head, here," Don told the nude blonde as she straightened. He took his hand from the light switch and bent over to grab the bench to which Rob Sanders was tied. He grinned at the wicked gleam that came into his assistant's blue eyes. "That's right-you guessed it. Go get him."
Marge wondered who "he" was. With a grating squeal Don pulled the other bench around and sideways. Marge was starting to get hot again. Her daughter's lips and tongue felt good, cooling and soothing her overheated cunt.
At a command from Don, Marge raised her head. He scooted the bench over so its side touched the end of the other one. Marge let her head go back, and found it rested on the firm, warm cushion of her son's belly. "That's it," Don said. "Now you can both enjoy a ringside seat for the next, ah, act. Sorry you don't have any popcorn, folks." He stepped back and busied himself reloading his camera.
Marge heard the garage door open. Why was Karin going into the garage? Marge couldn't imagine. She didn't care, anyway. She relaxed totally. She allowed herself to slip away on a downy cushion of slowly-building ecstasy as her daughter lapped her come-soaked pussy clean.
Her mother's warm thighs clamped lightly about her head, Julie found herself surrounded by cunt: the smell of cunt, the feel of cunt, the taste of cunt, the sight of cunt-even the sound of cunt, as she licked noisily at her mother's slit. It was good, all of it. She reveled in the wealth of sensation she was receiving from eating her mother's pussy.
It tasted good. It had a richer, more subtle flavor than Karin's had, as if it were riper. Or maybe it was the sharp seasoning Rob's come added to it.
She watched her tongue poke out like a coral finger. It prodded at Marge's dainty inner pussy lips. A droplet of jism rolled free. Julie's tongue scooped it up. She rolled the come-drop around and around in her mouth. What exquisite flavor! And a shimmer of liquid in the crack of her mother's pussy hole told her that Marge's cunt was watering once more with desire.
She heard the garage door shut. There was a curious scrambling, scrabbling noise. What? She couldn't be bothered. She was eating prime pussy. It could get to be her favorite snack.
"Oh my God," said her brother, deliberately and distinctly. She barely heard him through her mother's thighs. What was bothering him?
At the unabashed horror in her son's voice, Marge opened her eyes. She saw Karin like a naked Nordic goddess walking back towards the porch. Then she stiffened. Her thighs almost crushed Julie's head. The girl, thinking she'd already brought her mother to the verge of climax, redoubled her efforts.
It wasn't naked, savagely splendid Karin that made Marge gape. It was what the girl had with her. In her slim hands Karin was holding a leash. And at the other end of the leash was the Sanders' big German shepherd, Sam!
"What's she doing?" Marge asked, hysteria tingeing her voice. "What's Karin doing with our dog?"
"Why, she just wants him to join in the fun," Don smirked. "For our next act, see, we're going to have our own little, ahh, pet show." He raised his camera and snapped his shutter on the look of terror frozen on the captive woman's face. Beautiful. Then he bent and took a couple more shots of her cunt-eating daughter.
Religiously, Julie was tonguing away at her mother's snatch. She felt the tension in Marge's body. Oh wow, she thought, Mom's about to come.
She ran her tongue up the furrow of her mother's pussy. With little difficulty she found the woman's large, blood-engorged clit. She fastened her lips avidly about it and began to swish her tongue back and forth over it.
Marge jerked. Ecstasy poured from her imprisoned clit. She grimaced. It was wrong, so wrong to feel so good when her daughter was about to be raped by a dog!
Obliviously, Julie ate her mother's pussy. Warm cunt juices filled her mouth. Then something moist and cold touched her butt. She jumped. Her mother's legs still held her head tightly. Puzzled, she probed for Marge's clit again.
The cold spot touched her again. This time it came right in between the halves of her ass and touched her asshole. She tried to turn her head to look, but her mother's thighs wouldn't let her.
Something long and sopping wet snaked along the surface of her downward-pointing cunt. Then it licked back. It felt like-like a tongue!
Heart pounding, Julie tore her head free of the embrace of Marge's thighs. She craned around to see Sam the German shepherd examining her ass and still-damp pussy closely. His pink tongue lolled out and lapped along the slot of her pussy again.
Julie screamed.
"A dog! God, a dog has his nose up my butt! He's licking my pussy-oh Mommy, Rob-help me!" She tried to squirm free. The ropes around her elbows held her firmly in place. With her ass sticking up and her legs parted, her cunt was vulnerable to the excited dog's attention.
"You can't let him-you can't let him fuck me!" Julie turned beseeching eyes to Don Weber. "That's what you want to happen, isn't it? You want Sam to stick his nasty dog dick into my pussy! Help me! You can't-I'm a person! You can't stand by and watch a dog rape a person!"
For an answer, Don clicked the camera in her face.
Sam's panting breath was hot on her butt. He was getting very turned on by the smell of the girl's cunt. Marge's horrified eyes saw the red jut of his cock hanging below his stomach. He gathered himself, ready to mount the screaming girl.
"No, Sam." Marge's voice was calm and soothing. "No, boy-easy, easy. Calm down."
The dog looked at her, over the mounds of her daughter's ass. He seemed puzzled. "Good boy. Just stay down."
The dog jumped.
Julie gasped into her mother's cunt as a crushing weight hit her in the small of the back. Harsh fur rasped her tender flesh. She felt something small and hard stabbing into her butt with feverish urgency.
"Oh no!" she gasped. Her eyes locked with her mother's. "Mommy! He's on me! Make him get down-he's trying to stick it in me!"
"Sam, Sam-get down!" Marge screamed. It was no good. The animal's eyes were red with lust. He was breathing like a steam engine out of control.
Sam's saliva rolled from his tongue onto the cringing skin of Julie's back. "God, it's prodding at me! His cock is getting closer!" She looked wildly around. On the faces of Marge and her brother she saw sorrow and futility. But on the faces of their captors, Don Weber and his beautiful, cruel accomplice, she read nothing but gloating exulta�tion. Karin's nipples were strainingly erect, and her full red lips were moist.
Sam plunged his short sharp cock full length into Julie's quivering cunt.
"Ooooh NOOOOOOO!" Julie's screech was terrible to hear. Tears flowed freely down her mother's face. Rob ground his teeth together in rage.
Slobbering lustfully, Sam fucked the naked girl with unbelievable speed. Eating her mother's tasty cunt had made the brown-haired teenager's pussy fill with the sauces of desire. The dog's cock was wrapped in a squishing, squelching, sucking paradise.
Canine nostrils flared to the scent of human pussy. The girl was wriggling like a snake in her frantic effort to escape the dog's probing cock. The feel of her pussy rolling around his prick fogged his dim animal brain with a single overpowering desire: to fuck this human female till his come exploded from his prick in a bubbling torrent!
Julie was babbling incoherently in her fear and loathing.
"Oh baby," her mother sobbed. "Oh my poor darling!"
Kneeling beside Julie's wagging rump, Don took a close-up of the fiery red dog cock pumping in and out of her pussy. Damn, that dog was some hard fucker! And wasn't that fresh cunt juice dribbling out of the little girl's twat?
"Hey, look at this!" he called to his partner. "Just get a load of this-the little slut's cunt's dripping like a leaky faucet!"
Karin came near, bending over so that her heavy boobs swung a few inches from Julie's straining flanks. "Wow!" she said. Her hand unconsciously caressed the yellow-fleeced bulge of her pussy. "She's really getting off on it!"
Marge stared at her daughter in shock. The girl's cheek was pressed firmly against her naked thigh.
"No, no, no, it's not true!" Julie gasped. "It isn't-uhh!-true!"
"Sure you are, baby, don't be afraid to admit it!" Karin said cheerily. She scratched the girl's tan side, just in front of where the horny dog gripped her with powerful forepaws. "Hell, I've never seen a man who could fuck that hard-or that fast!"
With rhythmic precision the dog shafted his cock in and out of Julie's cunt. Small though his prick was, the furious speed with which he fucked her more than made up for what the cock lacked in size.
Julie's stomach was knotted tight with nausea. She wasn't just feeling sick because a dog, her dog, the well-loved family pet, had become a raging lustful creature with no concern other than to fuck her till he blew his wad. No, there was something worse than that.
Don and Karin were right. She was turned on. She was becoming sexually stimulated from being fucked by a ... by a dog!
But she couldn't help it! Karin knew what she was talking about-Sam was screwing her much harder and faster than any human male could have.
Her tender, nubile body, her developing physical needs-her newly awakened lusts-had betrayed her. She was reduced to something beneath contempt. To be fucked by a dog was as terrible a fate as she could have imagined before this fateful day. To find herself getting horny from it was something she could never have conceived.
To be enjoying this bestial fucking before the appalled eyes of her mother and brother-that was the worst thing of all. Deep down inside, Julie cursed Don Weber with all her soul.
"Julie," her mother called. The girl's labored breath still felt good on her moist, open cunt. "Julie!"
"Wh-wh-what? Aaah!"
"It's all right, baby," Marge said in the softest tone she could muster. "Just let it happen. Don't worry!"
"But you don't-oh God!-understand! I-I like it! I don't want it to stop! It feels too good! Oh God, oh God, why is this happening to me!"
Control was slipping away. She was getting a rash on her butt from the contact with Sam's belly fur. But her ass was starting to move of its own accord, fucking her cunt on that forbidden canine cock. Her whole body jerked with every powerful inward lunge of Sam's prick. She found herself staring into the gulf of her mother's pussy, still dewed with the remnants of Julie's saliva.
The dog plunged his cock into her even harder than before. "Mmmmmmmmm!" she groaned ecstatically. She knew the animal's prick was small, but it felt big as a fire plug, the way it was reaming her cunt!
She opened her mouth and plunged her face into her mother's wide-open pussy!
"Oh!" Marge cried in surprise. Then she closed her eyes and laid her head back, overcome by the ferocity of Julie's oral assault on her cunt. Her daughter was ripping into her pussy like a whirlwind! In a few seconds she was squirming her ass around the splintery wood, no more able than her daughter to stem the tide of passion washing over her.
"This is tremendous!" Don beamed. "Better than I ever imagined! Look at her eat her mother's pussy! And look at the way that trim little butt is moving! She's fucking that dog like he was her long lost lover!"
He looked down at his crotch. "Hey, what are you doing?" he demanded.
"What do you think?" asked the naked blonde girl kneeling before him. Then she steered the head of his stiff prick into her mouth. She began sucking on it greedily.
He sighed and began fucking his lengthy cock in and out of his assistant's mouth. But he raised the camera to his eye and kept on shooting. He wasn't going to miss a second of this torrid scene!
Julie was fucking the dog as greedily as he was. fucking her now. Clumsily, she tried tightening her pussy muscles to tease his stabbing cock to greater exertions. It had the desired effect. The dog grunted. Then his fucking sped up!
Marge was rolling her hips from side to side. She had never had her pussy eaten like this! From the frantic motion of the mouth fastened over her cunt, she knew her daughter was about to come. And she was too.
Sam's head spun. He had never fucked his prick into anything as tantalizingly mobile as this girl's pussy! That greedy snatch was giving him more pleasure than he'd ever felt before.
Growling and snorting, he blew his wad.
Julie screamed into the mouth of her mother's cunt as the animal's sperm scalded her pussy channel. Then she came too.
Surprised by the sudden incredible pressure on his pumping, spewing cock, the dog almost lost his balance. His black nails raked the girl's bare sides as he fucked load after load of his come into her pussy. Julie's cunt was milking him dry!
Julie wagged her head like a dog's tail. Marge's pussy fringes were trapped between her lips. The wild side-to-side motion made the black-haired woman cry out loud in ecstasy, then arch her back, grinding her cunt into her daughter's hungry face.
She was coming too, wildly, exuberantly.
"Hot damn," Don Weber said to himself. Sated, Sam pulled his prick from Julie's pussy and drifted into the gathering darkness.
Don got a nice shot of dog come slopping out of Julie's still-coming, still-clutching pussy. Then he let loose his own boiling come down Karin's throat. The blonde knelt with his prick half in, half out of her spit-smeared mouth. With one white hand she pumped his come into her face.
Just for fun, he tilted the camera down and caught his beautiful accomplice looking up at him with sperm spilling out of the corners of her mouth.
Chapter Nine
Dressed in no more than the towel around her still-damp hair, Julie drifted idly into her bedroom at the front of the sprawling one-story house. She had no purpose in going there. Only to get out from under the eyes of her captors. Karin and Don watched her and her family like two hawks, alert for any sign of an escape attempt.
Much chance there was of that! the girl thought to herself. Neither she nor her brother or mother was tied. But none of them had any clothes. There were wedges in all the doors and windows to prevent them being opened, and the two phones had been ripped from the walls.
How would they escape? Nude, trapped inside, with no way to communicate with the outside world-it was hopeless.
Julie flicked her blue eyes around the room. How alien it looked. And yet, not a thing about it had changed. Rather, she herself had changed. Her life had been irrevocably altered by the circum�stances of this day.
A movement caught her eye. Somebody was standing outside her window!
The teenager's normal reaction would have been fear. But even a burglar or rapist lurking outside would not be as threatening as the two good-looking, normal-appearing people who had invaded her home. "Hey!" she whispered, exagger�ating the movements of her lips in speaking. "Hey-look here!"
The person outside froze. Julie could see no detail of the person's face or body, just a shadow against deeper shadow. She threw herself at the window and pressed herself against it. Her tits flattened against the cool, unyielding surface.
Maybe I can break the window! she thought. She discarded the idea immediately. Her mother and brother would suffer even if she did escape. Her only hope-the only hope any of them had-was that she could somehow get the mysterious prowler to bring help.
"Help!" the girl mouthed. "We need help! H-E-L-P! Do you understand?" Her fingers clawed at the glass. "You've got to help us! Call the police-do something! Oh God, do you under-stand?"
The half-seen figure stood unmoving. Julie felt her eyes begin to water with tears. "Why don't you do something? Make some sort of sign? Please, please-"
"What's going on-HEY!" Karin's voice snapped out behind her.
Julie screamed a last "HELP!" and then a female fury was all over her. Leaving Ben Sanders' robe on the back porch, the big blonde had put on one of his shirts, with nothing underneath but her glorious golden pelt.
In a wild tangle of bare limbs, brown and pale, the two girls fell struggling to the floor. Frantically, Julie clawed for her assailant's eyes. Karin caught hold of her wrists in a vise-like grip and began brutally pummelling the girl's tits.
Julie screamed with pain and bitter despair. Don came hurtling through the door, followed closely by Marge and Rob. The big man spun inside the room, covering the mother and son with his pistol. "Get back!" he hissed. "What the hell's going on here?"
Karin was straddling the defeated adolescent. Her bare thighs clamped Julie's heaving sides. The lips of her pussy were spread wide and pressed against the girl's skin. The exertions of combat-or was it something else?-had made the cunt lips slightly moist.
"This little bitch," Karin panted. "She was trying to signal somebody outside!"
Don glowered at the naked captive. The towel had fallen from her head and her hair spread out like a brown cloud. "Is that true?"
Julie set her jaw defiantly. "Yii!" she yelped as Karin slapped her tits again.
"Never mind," Don said, shaking his head in disgust. "It must have been some peeping Tom."
"Does that mean we're going to let the little slut get away with it?" Karin demanded, getting to her feet and hauling Julie upright by her hair.
Don laughed. "Of course not," he said. He gestured with his gun. "Into the living room, folks. It's punishment time!"
***
Rob Sanders and his mother sat back to back on the living room couch. Their arms were taped uncomfortably behind their backs, forearm to forearm, and then they'd been tied to each other by the upper arms. Heavy twists of electrician's tape secured their ankles.
Julie sat on the edge of an easy chair. Her pretty face was blotchy and streaked with tears. Her blue eyes were wide and filled with terror as she looked at the implements assembled on the living room coffee table.
"Get a good look at 'em, honey," Don grinned, pulling off his pants. Already erect, his cock bounced up and slapped his belly. He began unbuttoning his shirt.
There was a length of hard wood, broken from the handle of a garden hoe. Next to it was a bottle of tabasco sauce. Finally, a hot pad rested on the table, and on it a light-weight soldering iron. A black cord ran from the implement to a nearby wall socket.
"What are you going to do to me?" the girl asked. The sinews stood out on her tanned arms as she tested her bonds. They were unbreakable. The cord that had left red marks around her arms from binding her to the picnic bench was wrapped around her arms, fastening them behind her, wrist to elbow.
"We're going to teach you to try funny stuff," Don said, "and use you for an example. C'mere!" He grabbed her by the arm. She tried to pull away, but he dragged her back to an overstuffed chair. The man sat down, his ten-inch cock sticking out of his crotch like the bowsprit of a ship.
A hand on Julie's back made her bend over. She squeaked with surprise as she felt the hard cock forge into her cunt from behind. Don put his hands around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.
Julie sighed. This wasn't what she had expected at all! And that big cock sure as hell felt good sliding up her pussy.
Her ass pushed into Don's lap. He shoved upward. The cock inched deeper. "Oh!" Julie said. "Wow!"
Bracing her feet against the floor, she began to stand up. Don's cock felt as good going out of her pussy as it had going in! Eagerly, her cunt began to water.
Humming to himself, Don fucked his prick in and out of Julie's juicy cunt. Or rather, he sat and let the girl fuck herself happily on his hard cock. When the whole extent of the prick was liberally smeared with fragrant cunt oil, he put his hands on Julie's butt and pushed her off his prick. "Okay, baby," he told Karin, "come give me a hand."
Julie looked up past the jut of Karin's jugs at her coldly beautiful face. There was a look of triumph and evil anticipation on the blonde's features.
Then she understood the reason for the look on Karin's face. Don's broad thumbs were digging into the crack of her ass, pulling open her asshole. He fit the tip of his prick into the dimpled depression of her poop-chute, and then Karin gave the girl a hefty push.
Julie sat down in slow motion. As though falling through molasses, her ass slid toward Don's furry crotch. Despite her teeth-clenching effort to close off her ass passage, she slid onto the greased pole of prick like a fireman answering an alarm.
"Oh!" she choked. "Aaaaaaaow! I'm going to split open! Pull it out!"
Don laughed. "The fun's just beginning, babe," he said. "Damn, your ass's even tighter'n your cunt!"
The un-tanned buttocks slowed to a halt a few inches above Don's groin. "Push on her," he grunted to his assistant. Karin put her hand on Julie's shoulders. Looking into her victim's eyes, she began to press down.
Julie set her jaw against crying out. But it was like having a ramrod stuck up her butt. She couldn't take all ten inches of Don's cock! She'd die-it already felt as if she were going to explode. "Ahhh," she groaned past clenched teeth. "Aaaaa-AAAYYYIIII!"
Her rump came to rest in Don's lap. The head of his cock seemed to be clear up in her belly. She gasped like a fish out of water at the throbbing pain.
"Hang on, darling," Marge told her, fighting back her own tears. "It'll be over soon!"
Her ass cheeks twitching enchantingly beneath the hem of her shirt, Karin Hall walked over to the table. She bent down, showing moon-pale slices of her ass, and a tuft of golden cunt fur between her thighs. She picked up the length of hoe-handle and the tabasco sauce and came back to kneel on the carpet in front of Julie's gaping, unattended pussy.
The ache in her ass was growing less. Almost tolerable. "What are you going to do now?" she croaked. "I thought you'd be raping my butt for all you were worth!"
Karin unscrewed the lid of the tabasco sauce and shook the fluid over the rounded end of the stick. "Oh no," Don said, practically purring with the pleasure of having his cock planted balls-deep in his pretty captive's ass. "In just a minute, you're going to be fucking my prick as hard and fast as you did old Fido's this evening."
Julie felt herself flushing at the reference to her rape by the family dog. "What do you mean?" she asked. Her voice was husky. The head of Don's cock seemed to be pushing against her lungs.
For an answer Karin slipped two fingers into Julie's pussy and spread the lips wide. Then she plopped the tabasco-saturated pole between the pussy fringes and thrust it into the girl.
"GAAAAHHHHHH!" Julie screeched.
"OWWWWW!"
Her ass cheeks clamped tight together. Don moaned at the tremendous pressure on his prick. "Get it out!" the girl shrieked, her voice breaking. "Get that thing out of my pussy! oooooHHHH!"
"Julie, Julie, what's the matter?" Marge cried. From the look on the girl's face, it seemed the smoking soldering iron had been shoved up her twat, not the end of a sawed-off tool handle. The teenager's back was arched and every muscle in her body seemed stretched to the breaking point.
"It's simple," Don said. "You know how tabasco sauce feels in your mouth? Well, the little girl's pussy's a mucous membrane, just like your mouth. The hot sauce works the same way on her cunt, except of course a pussy's a lot more sensitive."
His words were choked off by a violent heave of Julie's rump. "Hurts like hell, I bet," he said. Then he shut his eyes and sat back to enjoy the sensation of the pain-racked girl's ass roiling around his prick.
A trickle of spittle ran down Karin's chin. She was so turned on she could barely contain herself. What a genius Don was! The idea of fucking the little hot-pants bitch with a stick coated in tabasco was brilliant. What delicious torture the teeny�bopper must be feeling. Karin's own cunt walls tightened in sympathy. She pulled the stick out so only an inch was still up Julie's pain-filled cunt. She sprinkled a few more drops of the hot liquid over the wood, then rammed it home again.
Julie shrieked till she was hoarse. It felt as though steam were being sprayed up her pussy. The pain was absolutely hideous. Her pussy was a mass of richly sensitive nerves, and the tabasco was working like acid on each and every one. Compared to it, the giant cock burrowing around in her ass was barely noticeable.
For Don, though, having his cock plugged into Julie's ass was like fucking it into a garbage disposal. It felt as if it were being ground off by the churning of her butt!
With deliberate slowness, Karin slipped the stinging pole in and out of Julie's cunt. "Ow, ow, ow!" the girl chanted rhythmically. "Oh, it hurts!"
Don's fingers were digging into the tender padding of Julie's hips. His prediction was coming true! Julie's butt was giving his cock the most glorious fuck of its life! He sat there, scarcely able to breathe. It felt so good! To have that taut white ass grinding agonizedly around his thoroughly-buried cock was fantastic enough. But to be able to feel the teenaged prisoner's pain soaking through his fingertips, to hear her sobbing cries for mercy-that was what made it a truly memorable fuck.
Karin sat back with her heels pressing into her rump. Her blue eyes were half-lidded. She rocked back and forth in ecstasy. Her own pussy was swimming with the aromatic juices of her lust. How sweet it was, fucking that stick in and out of this girl's pussy!
She replenished the supply of tabasco on the stick. Julie was gobbling mindlessly now, mad with the pain. When Karin fucked the burning brand back into her, she howled hoarsely and began to thrash her body back and forth, hair and tits flying.
Her struggles added an up-and-down motion to the movement of her ass channel around Don's cock. It was too much. With one great surge his prick filled her rectum with his come.
Julie's body bounced around still harder. The man's seething jism felt just like tabasco in her tormented asshole!
Tears pouring down her cheeks, Marge watched Julie flop herself into exhaustion, crying with pain the whole time. Karin's big tits jiggled as she fucked the tabasco-smeared stick in and out of the girl's cunt. Don grunted like a bull as the rotating ass drew every drop of sperm from his balls.
Finally Karin pulled the stick out of Julie's snatch. The girl slumped forward, her hair falling down to hide her pain-twisted face. The "O" of her asshole still allowed some of Don's come to leak into his lap.
"Whew!" he breathed. "That was some ride!"
He looked past his victim at Karin, rocking on her heels with her fingers shoved up her twat. "The soldering iron," he said.
Instantly the naked blonde was on her feet, swinging to the coffee table. She held up the instrument. Waves of heat emanated from its tip.
"What's she going to do with that?" Marge asked in a quavering voice.
"Why, she's just going to embroider your baby girl's pretty jugs a little-art improving on nature, y'know." He grinned a grin of monumental evil. "A little bit like wood-burning, I guess. And I'm going to keep my old cock in her tasty little butt, just to see what it feels like when she gets into some real heavy pain!"
"You swine!" Marge spat.
"You filth!" Rob cursed in a monotone behind her.
The tall, big-titted blonde held the hot iron up worshipfully. She took a step forward.
The living room picture window exploded inward in a glittering ice-storm of fractured glass. Karin dropped the iron, spun, and ran for the back door. Don shot to his feet, spilling the naked captive off his lap. She slid down his semi-hard cock, and then fell in a heap.
"Hold it! Police!" shouted the black-clad man stretched full-length on the glass-strewn carpet. He gripped a heavy revolver in both hands. Swearing, Don lunged for his pants. His hand fished into a pocket. It came out holding his stubby .38.
The gun in the policeman's hands barked twice. Don flew into the wall. A framed landscape print fell to the floor. He slumped after it.
Julie, weeping brokenly, was oblivious of anything that went on around her. On the couch, Rob and Marge stared open-mouthed, stunned, unable to believe they'd been delivered from this nightmare that had threatened to consume them.
"Are you all right, folks?" The officer climbed to his feet and bent down to check Julie. Another climbed in the gaping window and opened the door. A stream of uniformed men flooded the room. Along with them came a short, voluptuously built girl with black hair streaming out from under a jaunty beret.
"Laura! Laura Martinez!" Rob gasped as a policeman sawed at his bonds. "What are you doing here?"
"We had a date, big boy-remember?" The dark eyes glittered. "When you didn't show, I called. When I kept getting a busy signal, I came by. I'm not used to getting stood up, you know? 'Specially by guys who have been practically falling over their own tongues every time I walk by."
"You mean-Julie-that was you . . . ?"
"Yeah, I was the one your sister was trying to signal through the window. When I saw what went on, I went for the cops." Then she was at Rob's side, kneeling by him as he rubbed his newly-freed wrists. "Hey, are you all right, amigo?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He grinned sheepishly down at his nakedness. Then a look of concern creased his face. "But Julie? What about my sister?"
"She'll be all right, son," a grave-faced officer assured him.
***
Later Rob nibbled on Laura Martinez' ear and whispered, "I'm sure glad you showed up when you did."
"Mmm!" the girl said. She ground her crotch against his, screwing her oil-filled pussy even more tightly onto his rigid cock, thrilling to the feel of it filling her cunt. "So am I!"
