As its title indicates, this book is a study of sexual masochism, bondage and degradation. Long ago, Freud and his disciples laid the theoretical foundation for the understanding of the connection between sex and pain, and demonstrated that masochism is a universal trait. That this is so can be seen from the numerous examples that abound in everyday life, ranging from the meek secretary who allows her boss to browbeat her, to the more repugnant examples that are front page copy on the daily newspapers.
The public's interest in masochism has been given new impetus by the Sexual Revolution that began in the sixties. Numerous couples have experimented with sadomasochistic sex, and many have learned that exactly the right degree of pain and humiliation can considerably enhance sexual ardor. Because of public interest in the subject, numerous books on masochism have appeared in recent years and sadomasochistic scenes often appear in the movies. In the movie "The Roots of Heaven," for example, a big game huntress has her buxom bottom bared and spanked for her illicit hunting activities.
In the past, masochism has been treated as an almost exclusively feminine phenomenon. This view is not surprising when viewed in the context of the historical subjugation of women in western society, but it happens to be quite incorrect. Today, it has been well established that masochism is a human trait quite unrelated to sexual gentler, and that men are often as masochistic as women.
In "" the subject of masochism is approached from various directions. Maureen Kemper, a well-to-do society matron in her late thirties, and her teenage children, Ellen and Bill, are kidnapped and held for ransom. When delay occurs in payment of the ransom money, the kidnappers find themselves with idle time on their hands and proceed to amuse themselves with sadistic sex games at the expense of their victims. Maureen and Ellen become the victims of the male members of the gang, while Bill becomes the slave of Loretta, the tough blonde girl friend of the gang leader.
In all three cases, we observe a textbook development of masochistic tendencies and desires, commencing with initial revulsion and gradually moving down the path of degradation through the various stages of passive submission, fascination and total enslavement Despite the sex and age differences of the three victims, there are remarkable parallels and similarities of reaction, attitude and response among all of them at each stage of masochistic development. The universality of masochistic traits is clearly demonstrated.
We believe that Mr. St. Cyr has contributed a timely and significant study to the subject of masochism. Although a work of fiction, "" is a scholarly analysis of masochistic enslavement. For these reasons, we believe that our readers will find this book not only entertaining but informative.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER 1
The massive, Diesel-powered Hughes semi-trailer was hitting the legal limit and gaining momentum as it roared on to Interstate 80 and headed west in the bright sunlight. Seated beside the burly driver, Mark Pearson was adjusting his citizen's band radio.
"Checking in," he finally announced when he made contact. "We're headed out West and we got Big Mama and both pups!"
He's gonna be pissed off when he hears we got the kids too, he thought to himself. We plan six months to snatch Mama Kemper, and we wind up bagging the whole fuckin' family!
"Jeeeeeesssssus Christ!" The expletive was clearly audible over the crackling static of the CB.
"Couldn't help it, Big Boss," Mark explained hastily. "Mama brought the pups along, so we didn't have any choice."
"And what kind of kennel are they in?" came the reply.
"The best there is," Mark responded, referring to the fact that Mrs. Kemper's late model Toronado and its three occupants had been commandeered and locked into the van of the semi-trailer in a swift, well-planned operation that took the victims completely by surprise.
"Well, bring them home. Follow me!"
"Right, Big Boss," Mark replied, switching off the radio and leaning back comfortably in his seat.
Several feet to his rear but quite out of his hearing, there was pandemonium and near hysteria.
"Mother, can't we do something?" seventeen-year-old Ellen Kemper screamed at her mother. The cute brunette was anxiously biting her nails. "Where are they taking us?"
"How would I know?" Maureen Kemper was nearly as distraught as her daughter as she looked around in the eerie illumination afforded by the car lights.
"Turn the lights off, Mom," young Bill Kemper spoke up from the back seat. "You'll just run the battery down."
"Can't you blow the horn? Somebody will hear us!" Ellen suggested.
"They disconnected it," Maureen replied. "Oh, I've always been afraid something like this would happen!"
Several hours later, the semi-trailer pulled off the interstate to a highway frontage road and from there to a gravel road that led to a secluded ranch home. As the driver wheeled into the driveway and coasted to a halt, Mark jumped out of the cabin opening up the rear of the truck. As he flung open the doors, he took the precaution of pulling his revolver out of the holster at his side.
"You kids stay in there!" he called out in an authoritative voice. "But you come out, Mrs. Kemper!"
Pale and obviously badly shaken, Maureen Kemper wedged open her car door and managed to make her way to the back of the truck. The blonde society woman was wearing a formfitting light blue jersey dress that displayed her bosomy figure to best advantage, together with sheer cinnamon-shaded nylons and summary white strap sandals that enhanced her full but shapely legs, trim ankles and neatly groomed feet. Her class and aristocratic bearing were quite evident even in the shadowy surroundings of the truck bed.
"Just what do you people think you're doing?" she hissed at the swarthy, rough-looking man standing on the ground looking up at her.
"Oh, don't take it personal," Mark spoke laconically. "Here, let me help you down from there."
He extended one hand to help her. Try as she might, there was no completely dignified way for Maureen to exit from the back of the truck. Needing both hands to keep from losing her balance, there was no way she could prevent her light blue jersey dress from inexorably riding up to reveal the two darker bands of her sheer nylon stockings, her garter belt clips and several inches of milk white thigh. Realizing that her masculine captor was thoroughly enjoying the provocative display, Maureen blushed a deep crimson and hastily adjusted her dress as quickly as she could.
"Oh, you..." she gasped. She was tempted to slap his face despite his revolver.
"Ah, take it easy," Mark replied. "It ain't the first time I seen a woman's garters. Now, get in the house. There's a man waiting to see you!"
Maureen felt a deep uneasiness as she made her way across the well tended lawn in front of the house. Several times she glanced back to see about the children, but there was no activity at the truck. Without being noticeable about it, she tried to walk as slowly as possible to enable herself to get a better picture of her surroundings. It was a moment before she realized that a dark-haired man had stepped out of the front door of the house, and was gazing intently at her. His malevolent appearance made her knees nearly buckle, and she could feel a chill of fear coming over her as she approached him.
"Don't I ... Don't I know you from somewhere?" Maureen blurted out when she got a clearer view of his face.
"Get in the house!" he demanded without replying. Harry McClintock realized that there was a remote possibility that the attractive matron did in fact recognize him, as his criminal activities had gotten his mug shot in the paper on more than one occasions. But that caused him little concern because he was planning to use the ransom money to finance a comfortable and secluded exile abroad.
Harry followed the apprehensive woman into the house, his appreciative eye noting her jouncing, nicely rotund hips and the swelling curves of her nylon-clad calves. The salacious gang leader had also observed Mrs. Kemper's undignified exit from the truck, and the momentary but almost blinding sight of dark stocking tops and milk white thighs had his imagination working, in high gear.
"This is going to be your home until your hubby comes up with the dough, so you might as well make yourself comfortable!" Harry, told his apprehensive captive as he closed the door behind them. He tried to move closer to her, but Maureen shrunk away. "That's no way to act, mother!" he tormented the frightened woman. "Your kids are out there in the truck and my buddy has a gun on them, remember?"
For a moment, Maureen felt as if she were going to faint. With her children's safety at stake, she instantly realized that she would have to do everything her abducter demanded, no matter how humiliating or revolting it might be! Oh, God, I just hope that ail he wants is money, she told herself.
A pleased smirk on his face, Harry flopped down on an old couch and leaned back in a self-satisfied manner. "We're not going to send out any ransom notes for 48 hours, so all the clues will be stale before anyone realizes you're even missing." he informed his worried victim. "In the meantime, it'll be up to you to entertain me!"
"Yeah," Harry replied, leering at her in a mnner deliberately designed to make her feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
Maureen gulped. She wanted to say something but her mind was reelng. "W-what do y-you m-mean?" she finally managed.
Harry leaned forward and cast an appreciative glance at her shapely legs. "Those are real nice, expensive stockings you got on!" he remarked.
Maureen felt herself reddening at the embarrassing personal reference.
"Let's see how you hold them up!!"
"WHAT?" Maureen gasped at the deeply insulting suggestion. "Why you ... I never heard of such a..."
"Come on!" Harry barked at the blushing, flustered woman, pretending to be irritated although he was in fact quite amused. "You got two kids out there in the truck and you're arguing about a little thing like that?"
"Oh, I couldn't possibly..." Maureen wailed, close to tears. Of course, I don't have any choice, she told herself. I'd better placate this nut before he tries something worse!
Blushing a furious crimson to the roots of her platinum blonde hair, Maureen reached for the hem of her blue dress. Tears of shame welling in her eyes, the attractive matron began pulling it up as slowly as she dared.
"Mmmmm, that's the way!" Harry said, his eyes intently focused on his victim's shapely underpinnings as more and more sheer nylon came into view.
Embarrassed beyond description, Maureen soon found herself holding her dress up over the two darker bands of her stockings, revealing white garter belt suspenders and an inch or so of creamy bare thigh. From the way her captor was feasting his eyes on her brazenly exposed limbs, the shapely mother and housewife had no doubt that he had even worse things in mind. Trembling, she instinctively started backing away when she saw him getting up from his seat. She wanted to yank her dress back down but her hands seemed frozen.
"Now, don't try to run away, mother!" Harry told her, licking his lips lasciviously. The enticing combination of dark stocking tops and white thighs had al-ready produced a throbbing erection that was demanding immediate gratification!
"OOOOOH!" Maureen gasped with horror as she caught sight of the awesome bulge in her assailant's slacks. Her knees almost went out from under her and her heart started thumping furiously. Oh, no, I'm going to be raped! Oh, nooo! Oh, God, what can I do? I never dreamed that something like this would happen to me! Oh, this is terrible! I've got to stop him somehow!
Backing against a wall, the terrified woman anxiously looked around for an escape route. Once again she caught sight of the imposing bulge in his slacks, and shuddered violently at the thought of what was going to happen to her.
"Oh, no, please, please! Oh, no, please! Not that!" she suddenly burst out in a totally desperate manner. "Oh, please! Please! Oh, please, don't hurt me!"
"I've got a present here for you, mother!" Harry told her, stopping a few feet from her. A leering smile on his face, he began undoing his fly!
"Oh, nooooo!" Maureen exclaimed as she realized what he was doing. Squirming with revulsion, she tried to turn her head to one side to avoid looking at her vile tormentor.
Harry pulled down his zipper, reached inside his shorts, and quickly hauled out his hotly swollen, rapidly pounding cock Capped by an oversize mushroom-shaped crown, the purplish-hued masculine battering ram was swollen to a full eight-inch extension!
"OOOOOOH!" Maureen gasped with a mixture of revulsion and fascination as she caught sight of the obscenely displayed masculine weapon. Shrinking back against the wall as much as she could, she tried to close her eyes to blot out the horrifying sight but for reasons she could not at the moment fathom, her eyes simply refused to close. Instead, the hotly blushing matron simply stared at the stiffly erect slab of masculine meat, and found herself nearly overcome with shame as flashes of sexual desire began to torment her.
"How'd you like to put that in your mouth, mother?" Harry" asked with a leering smile on his face.
"Oh, what a filthy idea!" Maureen burst out, shuddering violently as the highly aroused man came nearer.
Harry's throaty chuckle made it quite apparent that he found her distress and repugnance quite amusing.
"Go away! Please!" Maureen demanded in a distraught voice. "Oh, please, please!" She tried to take her eyes away from his upright, lust-bloated prick, but was simply unable to do so. Guilt-stricken by her own desires, she felt as if she were on the verge of hysteria. She wanted to resist but her body seemed paralyzed.
"Come on, let's see what you got here!" Harry suddenly told the frightened woman. As he spoke, he quickly leaned forward and yanked Maureen's light blue dress clear above her waist!
"OOOOOH!" Maureen screamed with surprise and embarrassment as she suddenly realized that even her panties were on view before the sadistic stranger. "Don't! Let me go!" She tried to push downward with her hands against his wrists, but he was much stronger.
The highly aroused gang leader licked his lips as he gazed at the attractive matron's well-filled white nylon panties. The diaphanous garment fit her curvaceous form like a glove, and the triangle of fluffy, light brown hair at the apex of her legs was clearly discernible. The enticing sight made his hotly swollen shaft pound and throb even more vigorously.
"Oh, this is terrible!" Maureen wailed, tears of distress blurring her vision. She had always been a highly modest woman, and the very idea of having her dress yanked up to display her panties and stocking-clad legs before a complete stranger was deeply humiliating.
"Now, let's get these pants off!" Harry announced, knowing full well what effect the statement would have on his hapless victim.
"OH, NO!" Maureen screamed, ineffectually pulling at his wrists in an effort to free himself. "DON'T YOU DARE! LET ME GO!" His greater strength made her feel horribly helpless and vulnerable, and she was desperately hoping for some last-second miracle that would free her from his lewd embraces.
Grabbing the elastic waistband of her wispy panties with one hand, Harry yanked them down with one vigorous pull!
"OOOOOH!" Maureen shrieked and frantically tried to reach down to pull her panties back up. The comely matron had never been more humiliated in her life. "Oh, you beast! How could you do such a thing? Ooooh, this is awful!"
"Mmmmm, mother, you look good enough to eat!" Harry mused as he gazed at the pretty brunette foliage surrounding his victim's coital groove.
"OH, MY GOD!" Maureen screamed at the revolting suggestion. She was still trying to pull her panties back up, but he had pulled them down out of her reach. "What a filthy ... What kind of a perv ... Oh, you're ... "
Still holding her dress up above her waist, Harry feasted his eyes on the inviting feminine nest. Maureen's squirms and instinctive efforts to conceal her treasure only served to make her look all the more appealing.
"You mean no one's ever had their tongue in that juicy cunt of yours, mother?" he asked with feigned surprise.
"OH, how can you talk like that?" Maureen raged at her tormentor. "What kind of a woman do you think I am, anyway?"
Harry snickered at her puritanical attitude. "Well, I'm gonna be the first, then!" he told her.
"Oh, no, don't you dare!" Maureen gasped. "How can you even think of doing something like that?" She was becoming exhausted from her efforts to struggle with him, and found herself sagging weakly against the wall. "Oh, please, please, don't humiliate me like this!" she pleaded in a breathless voice.
"You're gonna enjoy it, mother!" Harry promised, a bemused smile on her face. "You're gonna be begging me to fuck you by the time I get through with you!"
"Oooooooh!" Maureen gasped. Although the idea seemed quite preposterous, at the same time the attractive matron realized that there was some possibility that he just might be right. The idea that she might be aroused by such a vile man and would voluntarily surrender to him was deeply humiliating to the refined and overprotected woman.
Without warning, Harry picked her up and almost threw her into a supine position on a nearby couch!
"Oooooh!" Maureen shrieked with surprise and tried to pull her dress down.
However, he quickly pulled it right back up and yanked her panties completely off with one swift pull!
"Oh, no, don't! Stop!" Maureen yelled at her tormentor, frantically trying to hold her legs together as tightly as possible to preserve her modesty as best she could. "Oh, this is awful! Please! Please!" she begged, still trying to pull her dress back down.
"Quit fighting it, mother!" Harry told the struggling woman. "Get your legs open! Come on!"
"Oh, no, no, no! No!" Maureen protested, her eyes once again fastening on his powerfully erect masculine harpoon with a disturbing mixture of fear and desire. "No, please, don't do this to me! Please!"
"Come on!" Harry spoke impatiently. "You want me to go out there and get your daughter instead?"
"No, no, no!" Sobbing with despair, Maureen miserably opened her thighs to her lascivious assailant Deeply ashamed of her wanton exposure, the hapless woman covered her face with her hands to spare her eyes from the sight.
Harry licked his lips as he caught his first glimpse of the shapely matron's cuntal groove. The two full, petulant lips were a vivid pink and glistening with a light film of feminine dew. "That's the way," he spoke in a congratulatory voice. "Now, I'm really going to get you turned on, mother!"
"Ooooh!" Maureen shuddered at the vile threat. "Can't you stop calling me mother? Oooooh!"
Spreading her nyloned legs farther apart with both hands, Harry knelt between her knees. Taking his time to humiliate her all the more, he slowly and lingeringly worked up his hands up the insides of her full, shapely thighs. His fingers moved slowly over the darker bands of her stockings and came into contact with her silken smooth, hot flesh.
"OH, GOD!" Maureen exclaimed with deep revulsion as she felt her assailant's wandering hands lewdly enjoying her voluptuous thighs. "Oh, how can you degrade me like this? Oh, this is horrible!"
"It's gonna be a pleasure eating that beautiful cunt of yours!" he told her, deliberately speaking in vulgar fashion to torment her all the more. As he spoke, his fingers worked up her inner thighs, pressing firmly against the satiny smooth flesh.
Maureen shuddered violently and wanted to scream with rage at her vicious tormentor. The very idea of a complete stranger subjecting her to such lewd caresses was indescribably revolting to the well-to-do matron.
"What a cunt!" Harry told her as he dipped into the brunette foliage and quickly began employing his fingers to separate the two plump outer labia.
"Oh, take your hands off of me!" Maureen screamed as she felt his fingers boldly probing right into her cuntal groove. Her hands pushed at his wrists, but she felt weak and deeply ashamed. Along with the hatred and revulsion she felt for her despised attacker, there was a growing fear that he might in fact succeed in arousing her as he had promised. Deep down, she suspected, she was capable of sexual plateaus that she had never dared let herself experience.
His fingers hooked into the slippery coral groove, Harry began pulling the outer lips open. The two brightly pink petals came open with an audible squishing sound to reveal a vivid expanse of succulently coral feminine meat
"Oh, no, ho, stop!" Maureen gasped, wriggling with shame and crying as she found herself so lewdly exposed before her sadistic assailant. "Please, oh, this is awful! Please, ifs so undignified! Oh, stop, please!"
"You got a terrific cunt, mother!" Harry told her, licking his lips as he gazed at the lush expanse of shimmering feminine meat. "It's gonna be a real pleasure eating that!" he added as he leaned forward on his knees and forearms.
"Oh, no, no!" Maureen tried to protest. "Please, don't! Oh, please! No! No!"
Without further ado, Harry buried his face in the attractive matron's wet muff with his tongue fully extended!
"OOOOOOOH!" Maureen shrieked when she realized that he was really doing what he had threatened! Horrified yet fascinated, she lifted her hands momentarily from her face but quickly clamped them back down again when she caught sight of his head between her legs. "Oh, my God!" she uttered in a loudly despairing voice.
With damp, clinging feminine meat plastered against his face, Harry quickly went to work slicing his tongue up and down inside the pink furrow. Warm gushes of feminine dew began cascading impulsively from their hidden sources, bathing his face in their pungent aromas and trickling into his mouth. At the same time, his hands explored her stocking-clad legs, smooth bare thighs and satiny buttocks, kneading and massaging the resilient flesh in a none-too-gentle manner.
"Oh, how can you do this to me?" Maureen wailed in a self-pitying, sobbing voice. She was keenly aware of every flick of his tongue as well as every movement of his busy hands, and realized with mounting alarm that she would soon succumb to his lascivious assault if it continued. Her cuntal groove already, felt hot and itchy, and her tiny clitoris was beginning to tingle and swell with feminine arousal. "Oh, stop, please! Oh, this is awful!" she kept repeating.
Confident that he was in the process of breaking down his victim's inhibitions completely, Harry flicked and swirled his tongue around in all directions in the hotly steaming groove. He approached her highly sensitive love button from various angles, producing a violent twitch and a fresh gush of feminine honey each time he made contact. His hands roamed lasciviously over her womanly full, satiny soft buttocks, and to torment her all the more he finally slid one extended middle finger directly into her anal canal.
"OH, NO, DON'T!" Maureen yelled with surprise and anger as she felt his stubby masculine finger probing deeply into her rear channel. It was mildly uncomfortable, but the humiliation of being handled in such a vilely familiar manner was much worse than the discomfort. Impaled on his boldly probing finger, the hapless matron had no choice but to wriggle with movements that were clearly sensual.
Keeping his finger deeply planted in the meaty aperture, Harry began concentrating on her quivering, highly agitated clitoris. Bubbling feminine honey cascaded over his face as he flicked and stabbed quickly and repeatedly at the tiny and at times elusive target. He could clearly discern the sensual twitches and jerks that were beginning to afflict her abdominal muscles, giving her no choice but to writhe with coital movements that betrayed her growing sexual arousal.
"Oh, this is awful! Please, stop!" Maureen pleaded. "I'm a decent woman! Don't do this to me! Please! Please! Please, stop!" The realization that he could easily see how aroused she was no matter how much she denied it was deeply humiliating, and the idea that she had permitted herself to become so aroused was thoroughly degrading. "Oh, please, no! Stop! This is terrible! Oh, please!"
His face smeared with feminine dew, Harry momentarily drew back from his victim's sopping wet nest.
"I'm gonna keep working on you until you beg me for it!" he told her. As he spoke, he jammed his finger even deeper into her anus!
"OW!" Maureen squealed, twisting like a fish caught on a hook. "Stop! Ow! Take it out!"
"Come on, mother, you know you want that hot, hard meat in your cunt!" Harry tormented the highly distressed woman.
"Oooooooooh!" Maureen gasped.
Once again, Harry lowered his face against her glittering triangle and sliced his tongue between the two puffy outer lips. He quickly found her swollen, frantically twitching magic button and attacked it with swift, darting thrusts of his tongue. At the same time, his finger thrust vigorously back and forth in her anal tunnel, thrusting deep into the deliciously soft interior.
"Ow! Ooooh! Oh, no! Ooooh! Ooooooh, no!" Maureen could feel her resistance fading with each passing moment, and hated herself for being so weak and overcome. The idea of begging to have intercourse with her was almost unbearably degrading, but she knew that her ordeal would be prolonged indefinitely if she resisted. Her swollen, nearly bursting clitoris was almost screaming for release, and the thrusting jabs of his finger in her anal canal were forcing her to writhe and twist in a completely abandoned manner. "Oh, please! Oh, this is awful! Oh, I'm so ashamed! Ooooooh! Oh, I don't ... Ooooooh ... Ooooooooh!"
Harry drew his back back slightly. "Beg for it! Come on, let's hear you!" he demanded.
"Ooooh, f-fuck me!!" Maureen finally managed. "OOH, FUCK ME! I CANT STAND IT ANY MORE!"
'That's the way!" Harry told the distraught woman as he drew back to a kneeling position. "Come on! Keep begging!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Maureen begged, her eyes glued on her assailant's bright red, hotly swollen cock. "FUCK ME! I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER!" she raved, dismayed to hear herself carrying on is such a brazen manner. "FUCK ME!"
Pushing her stocking-clad legs farther apart, Harry fell down up on her in a deliberately rough, commanding fashion.
"OOOOOOH!" Maureen gasped as his weight pinned her down against the couch in a fully dominating manner.
A moment later the highly aroused matron felt his thick, rock hard ramrod slicing swiftly and almost brutally into her overheated, hungry cunt! It felt as if a bayonet had been plunged right into her.
"OOOOOOOOH!" Maureen's shriek combined sexual ecstasy with an equal measure of discomfort and surprise. What a stud he was, she told herself, only to shrivel with shame as she realized how wantonly she was giving herself to such a despicable man.
His madly throbbing cockmeat thrust deeply into his wriggling victim's sopping wet and surprisingly tight cunt, Harry rested triumphantly astride her. "like having all that good hard meat in you, don't you, mother?" he asked with a sharp edge of sarcasm in his voice.
"Y-yes!" Maureen admitted in a stammering voice, feeling guilt-stricken but totally entrapped by her own sensual weaknesses. As much as she hated her vile tormentor, she knew that at the moment she simply had to have that powerful dagger of hia plunged into her starving, frantically twitching twat. The sensitive nerve endings in her vaginal canal were already responding to the sleek manmeat pressing against them, and her tormented clitoris seemed to be reaching out to scrape against the powerful masculine harpoon. Hot gushes of feminine dew were lubricating it with their warm, pungent oils in preparation for the anticipated joyride to follow.
"You're going to wiggle your ass for me real nice, aren't you, mother?" Harry asked the hapless but highly aroused woman.
The vulgar words made her cringe, and she turned her head to one side. "Y-yes!" she replied. "W-what are you waiting for?" she asked impatiently when he seemed in no rush to commence.
"Don't worry, mother, you're going to get fucked real good by the time I get through with you!" Harry promised. As he spoke, he began thrusting back and forth atop her with firm but deliberately controlled thrusts.
"Ooooh, ooooh!" Maureen immediately began responding to the pleasant friction. Although she hated herself for being such a weakling, she started working her hips around under him with sensual rotations, matching him stride for stride. "Ooooh, oooh, my! Ooooooh!"
"Really need that nice hard sausage in you, don't you, mother?" Harry chided her. "Having a man's tongue in there really got you turned on, didn't it?"
"Oooh, please, don't talk about it!" Maureen protested. "Just ... just fuck ... Oh, please, I'm so embarrassed ... " Without realizing what she had done, she had wrapped her arms around him and was pulling him down against her, enjoying his masculine weight on top of her.
"You got nothing to be embarrassed about, mother!" Harry told her. "You're a great piece of ass and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! Now, hang on!"
As he spoke, he began gliding back and forth with quicker, faster movements. Each forward thrust rammed his hotly pounding poker into the nether depths of her sex-starved cunt, and he could feel the contractions of her vaginal muscles as they grabbed at their masculine intruder. With his steel-hard prick thoroughly coated with her hotly bubbling feminine oils, their sexual organs were functioning together like two well-oiled pieces of machinery.
"Oh, God! Ooooh! Ooooooh! I love it! I love your prick!" Maureen shamelessly confessed although she realized that she had no business talking that way to him. "It's so hard! So big! Oooooh! Can't you fuck me any harder?"
"Anything to oblige!" Harry replied, grunting from his exertions as he began rocking back and forth at a faster cadence. "You're really randy, ain't you?"
"Y-yes!" Maureen confessed. "Ooooooh! Ooooh, that's the way! Oh, I need it so bad! So bad! Oooooooooh! Oh, my! Oooh, yes, that's the way! Oooooh! Oooooh, my!"
With her assailant thrusting back and forth astride her with virile, forceful strokes, Maureen began elevating her buxom hips from the couch to meet him. Arching her back sharply and breathing in loud, panting fashion, she made him force her body back down against the couch each time he slammed forward. Her shapely, stockinged legs were coiled tightly around him, and her long and brightly painted nails were digging into the back of his shirt. Her tormented clitoris was twitching in an almost painful manner, and a hot, itching sensation along her vaginal tract was becoming more intolerable with each passing moment.
"Oooooh! Oooooh! That's the ... Oooooh ... I love..." Maureen rambled with unfinished sentences between breathless gasps. The intense erotic pleasures of the moment were blotting out all other thoughts, and she found herself being completely carried away. His rock hard prick felt like a battering ram inside her, plunging back and forth in a manner that at times felt as if it were tearing her. apart inside. Although her mind was reeling, she was consciously trying to control her vaginal muscles in an effort to squeeze his rampant cock as much as possible.
"That's the way to shake your ass, mother!" Harry complimented his writhing victim. "You just keep shaking it and you're gonna go off like a bomb! You'll see!"
Once again he accelerated the pace, thrusting and driving his savagely throbbing penis deep into her man-hungry cunt time after time. Breathless and nearly crushed under him, Maureen nevertheless kept up with him and repeatedly elevated her hips to make him force her back down. The heat in her vaginal canal continued to build and sharp, maddening spasms were driving her frantic. Her hotly inflated clitoris felt as if it were simply going to explode.
"HARDER! HARDER! FASTER! OH, PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!" Maureen screamed in torment at her assailant. "OH, I'M GOING CRAZY! HARDER! HARDER!"
More than a little dismayed by the passionate response from the attractive matron, Harry began plunging back and forth with all his might. Rearing back repeatedly until just the sleek crown of his lust-bloated spear was inside her hotly drooling cunt, he threw everything he had into each forward thrust. Completely breathless and totally distraught with sensuous arousal, Maureen gratefully absorbed the brutal punishment he was administering and knew that she was soaring to an intense climax. Her pelvic muscles were jerking and twitching in a purely instinctive fashion, and the muscles in her voracious cunt were frantically trying to grab and snap at his rampaging cock.
"MORE! HARDER! HARDER!" Maureen incessantly demanded although she was almost too breathless to get the words out. "HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! I JUST HAVE TO HAVE IT!"
Harry slammed forward time after time, driving his wildly throbbing shaft in to the hilt and nearly smothering her under his muscular body. He could sense her onrushing climax, and held himself back just enough to coordinate their mutual orgasms. Her arms and stockinged legs were locked in a tight vise around him, and her ability to repeatedly lift her hips up to meet up was astonishing.
"OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOOOHHHH! I'M CUMMMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!" Maureen screamed as orgasmic spasms took complete possession of her tortured cunt. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Harry rammed forward like an angry bull and exploded like a cannon! Hot blasts of thick, milky cum jetted into Maureen's voluptuous cunt and his complete weight came crushing down on her trembling body in total conquest. The completely distraught matron threw her blonde head back in rapture as she felt the hot masculine surges deep inside her vagina, while delicious spasms emanating in her pink tunnel radiated throughout her body. For a few breathtaking moments, she felt as if she were simply going to swoon.
"Oooooh! Oooooh, this is wonderful! Oooooh, my!
Oooh! I can't believe it! Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, it feels so wonderful! Oh, my!" Maureen repeatedly gasped in a dreamy, self-indulgent voice.
"There, I knew you'd come, big mother!" Harry remarked as he leisurely dismounted from the breathless, quaking woman. "Now don't try to tell me you didn't like it, because we both know better!"
As sanity gradually began to return, Maureen suddenly jerked her dress down and started to get up. But Harry roughly pushed her back down on the couch.
'Take it easy, mother, you're not going anyplace!" he told her.
"But ... but ... " Maureen sputtered. "W-what about the kids?"
"They're in good hands," Harry replied. "Very good hands indeed!"
CHAPTER 2
As he watcher Maureen disappearing into the house, Mark Pearson turned his attention to the occupants of the truck. "Okay, sonny, you come out next!" he called out. "But don't try anything funny!"
Sixteen-year-old Bill Kemper was in an aggressive mood when he appeared at the back of the truck. But he changed his mind the instant he caught sight of the weapon in the other man's hand.
"Jump down here and put your hands behind your back!" Mark demanded.
Given no choice, Bill obeyed. He did not catch sight of the handcuffs until they were secured around his wrists. Twisting around to protest, he suddenly noticed a blonde head emerging from a car parked some distance away.
"Come over here, Loretta," Mark cried out. "I've got a date for you!"
Blonde and tough Loretta Bridges looked confident and more than a little bemused as she strode in the direction of the two males. A well built, strong girl in her early twenties who had once skated with the Roller Derby, she was wearing a formatting white sweater together with bright red hot pants and black pantyhose that did the most for her long, shapely legs.
"Who's that?" Bill couldn't help asking.
"Boss' girlfriend," Mark replied with a knowing wink. "Betcha she'll make a man out of you before you're through!"
The inexperienced teenager gulped and looked at the approaching woman with mixed feelings. She was obviously the athletic type who would be a match for most men.
"Think you can handle this young stud?" Mark asked with a grin as Loretta joined them.
The curvaceous and rather cheap looking blonde looked Bill over in a candidly appraising manner that made him feel more than a little uneasy. "I sure can?" she drawled in an easy going, confident manner.
"Okay, take him away then," Mark told her. "And, you, sonny, don't try anything funny or it'll go mighty rough on your mom and sister!"
Bill gulped at the threat and nodded numbly.
"Don't worry," Loretta remarked. "If he gives me any trouble, I'll just give him a good spanking!"
The remark and Mark's raucous laugh made Bill flush, and he started to say something.
"Come on," Loretta grabbed him by the arm. "Let's go to the car!" she instructed, smacking the seat of his pants with her free hand as she escorted him toward the car.
Humiliated but having no alternative, Bill accompanied the athletic young woman to the car.
After the two of them departed, Mark turned his attention to the remaining occupant of the trunk. "Okay, sweetheart, you can come out now!" he called out.
Brunette and shapely Ellen was in a state of panic when she appeared at the back of the truck. The sight of the gun in her captor's hand made her knees nearly buckle. "What are you going to do?" she asked in a terrified voice.
Mark had not realized until that moment what an attractive prisoner he had on his hands. Her figure-hugging orange knit dress revealed a nicely filled bra, narrow waist, and nicely rounded bottom, and was hemmed fashionably short to display shapely underpinnings enhanced with dark brown pantyhose. Her face was delicately featured and her long brunette hair was worn in the chic straight style, cascading well below her waist.
"Come on down, honey!" Mark told her.
"Do you have to point that gun at me?" Ellen asked apprehensively.
"No, I'll put it away, in fact," Mark told her, replacing the gun in its holster.
Ellen jumped down from the back of the truck, revealing an appealing amount of nylon as she did so.
"Now, come with me, kid!" Mark gruffly commanded, grabbing her by the wrist. He began leading her in the direction of a small bunkhouse at the rear of the large house where her mother was held captive.
"What are you going to do to me?" Ellen asked, her fear and alarm mounting with each passing moment. Both her mother and brother had disappeared and, for all she knew, she would never see them again. She looked in various directions, but the quiet rural setting was totally unfamiliar to her. And, to make matters worse, Mark's swarthy, rough-looking appearance and abrupt manners were downright scary to the inexperienced young girl.
"You'll see," Mark replied.
Maybe I can get away from him, Ellen thought to herself. Behind the bunkhouse there was a path that led to a heavily wooded area. If I could just get into those woods, I'll bet I could lose him easily!
As they neared the bunkhouse, Ellen took a deep breath and aimed a quick kick at Mark's shinbone.
"Ow!" Mark exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and pain. Taken off guard, he released Ellen's wrist as he reached down to rub his shin.
Given her chance, Ellen sped off down the path with her long brunette hair flying!
"Hey, you..." Mark yelled at the girl. "Come back!" Caught by surprise, he allowed her to get a good head start before realizing that he would have to pursue her. When he finally started running, he quickly discovered that she wasn't going to be easy to catch.
Ellen did not look back. Racing as fast as she could, she dodged various overhanging branches and bushes as she made her way along the path. To her disappointment, the forest was not nearly as dense as it had appeared from the distance and it would be much more difficult to lose her pursuer than she thought. Her lungs began to hurt and she could feel her legs getting tired.
"Damn kid!" Mark muttered to himself. "When I catch her I'm gonna..."
Ellen found herself quickly running out of breath. Slowing down, she permitted herself a quick look back over her shoulder and could see that her pursuer was gaining on her. It was hopeless, she realized. The woods were not thick enough and her bright orange dress was a dead giveaway.
Mark was breathless and furious by the time he finally caught up with her. "Damn it, I'll teach you not to try something like that again!" he told her, grabbing her roughly by the wrist.
"Don't hurt me!" Ellen pleaded, cringing with fright.
Looking quickly around, Mark spotted a tree stump and began half-dragging the reluctant, frightened girl toward it. Sitting down on it, he quickly pulled her face down across his lap!
"Hey!" Ellen screamed with surprise. It was a moment before the sheltered young girl realized what he intended to do. "DON'T YOU DARE!" she screamed with outrage when she caught on. "DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON ME!" Legs kicking, she began struggling but he had twisted her wrist into the small of her back, and his greater strength left her quite helpless.
"I'm gonna give you a good spanking, kid!" Mark told her, holding back and waiting until she grew tired of struggling.
"I've never had a spanking in my entire life!" Ellen spoke in a voice of horrified outrage.
"You're overdue then!" Mark curtly replied as he reached for the hem of her orange knit dress.
"OH, NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Ellen screamed with horror when she saw what he was about to do.
"STOP! DON'T YOU DARE!" She renewed her efforts to struggle, but could only twist about miserably and wave her nylon-clad legs back and forth.
Despite her protests and struggles, Ellen's knit dress came up to reveal long, shapely legs outlined in dark brown pantyhose.
"STOP! STOP!" Ellen demanded furiously, her face becoming beet red at the indignity he was inflicting on her.
With the outraged girl's screams ringing in his ears, Mark pulled the dress back nearly to her waist. Her tiny, bright red bikini-style nylon panties stood out vividly against the darker tops of her pantyhose, and emphasized the delightful sauciness of her teenage bottom.
"Oh, no, oh, this is terrible!" Ellen protested, crimson with shame at the very idea of masculine eyes feasting on her panties. The hotly embarrassed teenager tried to pull her dress back down, but couldn't manage to do so. "Oh, please, don't embarrass me this way!" she pleaded, blinking back tears of shame.
As Mark gazed at her cute, pan tie-clad bottom and smooth, shapely, nylon-encased legs, his anger quickly became mixed with sexual arousal. His free hand automatically reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and panties!
"OH, NO!" Ellen screamed in shock and almost total disbelief! No one would ever dare to do such a thing to her!"OH, NO! STOP! DON'T YOU DARE! OH, MY GODDDDDDH"
Although the horrified teenager thrashed about as wildly as she could on her assailant's lap, there was nothing she could do to save herself from the exquisite humiliation of having her bottom completely bared. Down came her panties and pantyhose to reveal her pink-white and perfectly sculptured buttocks. The two beautifully rounded, girlishly full mounds quivered brightly in the afternoon sunlight and were obviously a perfect target for a good sound spanking.
"OH, NO! NO! NO!" Ellen shrieked in horror as she felt the cool outdoor breeze suddenly wafting against her completely exposed bottom. Her face burning with shame, she glanced back over her shoulder and instantly averted her eyes as she caught sight of her cute bare bottom sticking up higher than the rest of her body. "OH, NO, OH HOW HORRIBLE!" The highly distressed teenager was holding her legs as tightly together as she could, but even so suspected that she was probably showing too much.
Mark's eyes were roaming over the attractive target and a firm erection was beginning to expand his slacks. Holding the squirming girl firmly with his left hand securing her right wrist in the small of her back, he raised his right hand in the air.
"Don't you dare put a hand on me!" Ellen was still defiant. "My father will have you..."
SMACK!! Mark's ham-like palm landed squarely across Ellen's satiny soft and highly resilient bottom, producing a loud splatting sound.
"Eeek!" Ellen screamed with outrage and pain as his masculine palm flattened her pretty sit-upons and sent a sharp jolt of pain through her loins. "Oooooh! Take your hand off me! Oh, you filthy beast!"
Thoroughly intrigued by the velvety softness and smoothness of the cute teenager's rotund bottom, Mark was in no hurry to lift his hand afterward.
"Ooooooooh! Ellen simply shriveled with shame as she found a bare masculine palm resting familiarly on her completely bare bottom. The young girl had never dreamed that anyone would ever dare inflict such an indignity upon her. "Take your hand off of me!" she repeated, tears of shame brimming her eyes.
At last, Mark lifted his hand. Smack! This time he concentrated the blow entirely on her right bottom-cheek.
"Owww!" Ellen shrieked, her brunette head snapping back and her nyloned legs flying upward. "That hurts! Stop it! Stop it this instant! Do you hear me? Oh, this is awful!"
Whack! Mark applied the third spank to the opposite cheek, momentarily flattening the lush hemisphere with its force.
"Ouch!" Ellen wailed, a grimace of pain appearing on her hotly fluched face. "Stop it! It hurts! Please, that's enough! Take your hand off of me!"
Smack! Splat! Whack! Mark began thoroughly dusting off the young girl's plump bottom with crisp, firm smacks that landed at various angles on the lush target. He had never spanked a girl before and had not realized what an interesting experience it could be. As her assailant's massive palm bounced up and down on her girlishly tender buttocks, Ellen shrieked with pain, twisted and squirmed like a worm, and repeatedly kicked her nylon-clad legs back and forth in a thoroughly provocative pattern. From time to time, he could catch a glimpse of her bright pink cuntal groove and the fleecy hair surrounding it.
"Owww! Stop! It hurts! Ouch! Stop, please! Owwww!" Ellen pleaded between howls of pain. The brisk spanking was much more painful than she would have imagined, and tears of genuine distress were rolling down her cheeks as the bonfire in her bottom began to glow hotly. "Ouch! Oh, no! Ouch! You don't realize how much it hurts! Please! Owww! Oh, no!!"
"Your bottom's getting nice and red, honey!" Mark informed the suffering girl. His erection was pounding with masculine vitality and he was not about to stop.
Whack! Smack! Clap! Mark's big hand continued to bounce up and down on the young girl's curvaceous bottom, which had already become a vividly bright crimson. Breaking down into loud sobs of pain and humiliation, Ellen had no choice but to kick her shapely legs hard and wide, fully exposing herself to the salacious older man's feasting eyes. Waves of throbbing pain were shooting through her hips and each succeeding blow stung and hurt more than its predecessor.
"Ooh, no, stop, please! Owwww! I'm begging you! Please! Owwwww! Oh, this is just awful! Owwww! Oh, no, aren't you ever going to stop? Ouch! Ooooh, it hurts something awful!" Ellen begged although she was crying almost too hard to get the words out. "Owwww! Ouch! Owww! Oh, pleeeeeese! I can't stand it any more! Oh, nooooo! Owwww! Oh, this is just dreadful! Owwww! Ooooooh!"
Thoroughly stimulated by the showing the weeping girl was involuntarily putting on for him, Mark was becoming interested in things beside spanking. Bouncing one final spank off her flaming bottom, he slipped one hand between her thighs and into her juicy cuntal slit!
"OOOOOOOOOH! STOP IT! YOU FIEND!" Ellen shrieked in horror at her tormentor. She frantically tried to flop around on his lap, but there was no way she could avoid those creeping fingers that were finding their way right into her succulent little box!"STOP IT! STOP IT! I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! OH, NO MAN HAS EVER . . "
"You got a great little pussy there, honey!" Mark told the squirming, horribly embarrassed young girl. His probing fingers poked and jabbed at her wet, exquisitely soft feminine meat.
"Oh, please, it's indecent! Please, I'm a virgin! Please!" Ellen pleaded. Squirming around on his lap, she had become aware of his pounding erection and was deathly afraid that he was going to deflower her right on the spot.
"Well, I got a big randy hard-on, honey, and something's gonna have to be done about it!" Mark told the distressed girl. "Got any suggestions?"
"Ooooooooh!" Ellen gasped at his threatening, lewd words. Although quite inexperienced, she was not naive and knew more than she would have cared to admit.
"Well, I'll let you save your cherry but your mouth's going to have to act as a substitute!" Mark told her.
"How about it?"
"Oh, noooooo!" Ellen wailed in despair. The idea of having that vile man's penis in her mouth produced a fresh cloudburst of tears.
"I hope I don't have to spank you any more!" Mark went on.
"No, no!" Ellen hastily replied, trying to reach back to protect her throbbing bottom from any more anguish.
"That's better," Mark told her, easing her into a kneeling position between his legs.
Her eyes red from crying and her cheeks smeared with her tears, Ellen stared at the foreboding lump in the older man's slacks as she reached back to rub her smarting bottom with both hands. "Oh, please, don't make me do something like that!" she pleaded fervently. "I'm not that kind of girl. I'm a decent girl!"
"Open up my slacks and see what you find there!" Mark told her. "Bet you won't be able to resist once you get a good look at it!"
Ellen shook her head. "You don't seriously think that I would..." The revolting suggestion that she should actually open up a man's fly herself was staggering.
"Go on, honey, or I'm gonna haul you over my knee for another spanking!" Mark warned.
Crying and feeling that her self-respect were forever destroyed, Ellen haplessly reached for the zipper of his fly. Fumbling at it, she finally managed to pull the zipper down all the way. As she nervously pulled open his fly, his bright red, blood-swollen cock sprang right out into the open in full, upright rigidity!
"OOOOH!" Ellen gasped and suddenly felt weak before the crimson masculine tower. To the inexperienced young girl's eyes, the lust-bloated masculine shaft seemed simply huge! Her mouth flew open in astonishment and her vibrant young pussy instantly began creaming in a manner that impulsively threatened to send her virginity down in shipwreck. "OOOOH!" she repeated, one hand slowly coming up to cover her oval-shaped mouth.
"See! I knew you'd really go for it once you actually saw it!" Mark told the hotly flushed, wide-eyed girl. "Now, start eating it just like it's a great big old lollipop!"
Ellen gulped. Although she would never have admitted it, she was really quite intrigued by the idea of having that rock hard sausage in her mouth.
"Go on!" Mark urged. "You won't be the first girl who ever had a cock in her mouth!"
Squirming girlishly and gulping more than once, Ellen tentatively extended one hand and circled the throbbing base. The smooth sleekness and the pounding vitality inside the elongated masculine pleasure weapon astonished her, and brought fresh gushes of girl juice bubbling through her puffy cuntal lips. She could not resist the temptation to squeeze as hard as she could, and tilting the swollen shaft forward at the right angle, prepared to sample it with her tongue. Her heart was thumping furiously as her slippery pink tongue emerged from her full, sensuous lips and came into contact with the sleek crown.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" the young teenager emitted a muffled sound of excitement as her tongue brushed against the velvety smooth masculine meat.
That's the way, kid!" Mark told her, leaning back slightly and preparing to enjoy being eaten by the comely young girl. "Go ahead! Enjoy yourself!"
Ellen's mind was reeling as she lolled her tongue swiftly over the purplish hued cock-head, while at the same time holding the hotly throbbing shaft in her small hand. Her free hand roamed beneath her still upraised dress and into the wet waterfall at the fork of her legs. A fresh gush of feminine dew soaked her fingers as she quickly slotted a finger between her plump, slippery labia, and began gently consoling her highly agitated button. The sudden contact sent shivers racing through her body, and made her squirm girlishly before her captor.
"You're catching on!" Mark told the hotly blushing girl. "Now put it in your mouth and start sucking on it!" A flicker of a smile crossed his face as he caught sight of her masturbatory movements.
"It's so big I don't think I can!" Ellen replied, gulping at the thought of having all that solid cockmeat in her mouth. Her finger continued toying with her rapidly swelling clitoris, and the heat from the spanking was making her feel all the more squirmy.
"It's easy!" Mark assured her. "Just work it in slowly and you'll see!"
Still holding the firmly pounding muscle in her hand, Ellen took in a deep breath and began forming her pretty mouth into a wide oval. Squirming anxiously and not the least bit confident about the results, the shapely young teenager lowered her mouth down over the up-thrust head. The sleek masculine meat brushed against her opened lips, and almost before she realized it the mushroom-shaped crown was completely inside her hot young mouth!
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Mark emitted an exclamation of pure animal pleasure as he suddenly felt the young girl's delightfully wet, warm mouth circling his furiously throbbing manhood. "Ahhhhh, that's the way, kid!" he added, brushing her long brunette hair back out of the way so that he could see what she was doing.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned with feelings that mixed excitement with concern. Fingering herself at a faster pace, she wanted to get more of that rock hard meat into her mouth although she was afraid that she was going to choke on it. Bubbling spurts of girl juice were coating her fingers and trickling down the insides of her thighs, and her vibrant young pussy had become thoroughly hot and itchy.
Sliding her hand down out of the way, Ellen slowly began taking more of the older man's hot, hard cock into her delicious young mouth. The sleek crown brushed against the roof of her mouth, and she found her salivary glands going into high gear, quickly filling her mouth with saliva and forcing her to pause to swallow with an audible gulp.
"You're doing great, kid!" Mark remarked as he watched more and more of his hotly swollen prick disappearing into the delectable oral cavity. "See how much of it you can get into your mouth!"
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned as the thick masculine sausage pried her jaws apart much farther than she would have imagined possible. Squirming anxiously on her knees, the comely young brunette gradually lowered her head farther downward on the upright masculine battering ram. More and more saliva flooded the area, forcing her to pause once again to swallow. Her busy fingers titillated the silky lining of her vaginal orifice and repeatedly scraped her blooming clitoris, making her feel all the more hot and bothered.
"Beautiful, kid, beautiful!" Mark complimented the youthful fellatrix. "Suck on it! It won't take you long to get the hang of it!"
With several inches of swollen, wildly throbbing cockmeat penetrating deeply into her mouth, Ellen paused to swallow her saliva and immediately began sucking with drawn-in cheeks. Using one hand to stroke and caress the portions that were not in her mouth, the inexperienced girl was both curious and worried about the ultimate results of her efforts. She had no idea what it would taste like, and was more than a little concerned that she was going to wind up choking on it. She knew that several of her girlfriends had experimented with fellatio, and wished that she had asked them more about it.
"Ahhhhh, feels great, kid! Just what I needed!" Mark exclaimed, his voice reflecting the sensual enjoyment he was experiencing by violating the young girl's mouth. That's the way! Wow!" He was no longer able to hold still and was thrusting his pelvis back and forth with coital movements.
Her brunette head bobbing up and down in the older man's lap, Ellen twisted her head from side to side to allow the lust-bloated masculine harpoon to bulge outward against first one cheek and then the other. The elongated shaft was thoroughly coated with saliva and slid easily back and forth in her opened mouth. At the same time, her busy fingers were tantalizing her vaginal orifice and feverishly taut clitoris, and she found herself writhing with sensuous undulating movements.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Ellen moaned in a distraught, strained manner that reflected her growing emotional turmoil. Her busy mouth repeatedly filled with saliva, compelling her to stop and swallow with a loud gulp before resuming. Her entire body felt so hot that her clothes were quite uncomfortable, and she had to resist the temptation to impulsively strip them off. "Ahhhhh! Mmmmmm! Ahhhhhh!" Mark grunted with lustful pleasure as he enjoyed the young girl's initiation to oral sex. "Ahhhhh! That's the way, baby! Oooh, wow, did I ever need to get my rocks off!" Thoroughly teased by Ellen's delightfully hot mouth, he was breathing irregularly and holding himself back to prolong the exquisitely pleasurable sensations as long as possible.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmrammmmmm!" Sensing that her masculine tormentor would not be able to resist her tempting mouth much longer, Ellen found herself moaning and groaning with anticipation and worry. Her fingers were busy poking and rubbing her lust-expanded magic bud from every angle, and she could tell that it was on the verge of an explosion of fireworks. Although she was quite breathless, she began bobbing her head up and down as fast as she dared, driving his hotly bloated cock in nearly to her throat with each forward dive.
"Ohhh! Ahhh! Wow! Oooooh! Wow! Can't take much more of this!" Mark spoke between loud gasps. "Oh, wow! Ahhhh! Ooooh! Jesus H. Christ! Owww! OOH! OOH!"
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he suddenly grabbed Ellen's brunette head with both hands and began pumping it up and down in his lap!
"MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" Ellen groaned with a mixture of discomfort and rising excitement. Scared to death that she might choke, she instinctively began sturggling but could not free herself from his powerful grip. His swollen prick felt like a hot bayonet stabbing deep into her mouth and nearly to her throat, and she found herself gurgling on her own saliva. At the same time, her fingers worked frantically to satisfy her demanding clitoris. "Mmmmmmmm-mm! Mmmmmmm..."
"Oh! Ah! Oh, this is it! I can't take it any more! Oooooh, wow!" Mark exclaimed in a highly agitated voice. "Ooooh! Wow! Ooooh!"
Resisting to the last second, the highly aroused man suddenly lifted himself several inches off the tree stump and exploded like an erupting volcano!
"MMMMMMM!" Ellen's brunette head reflexively snapped back as the hot jets of masculine cream suddenly hit the roof of her mouth and splattered in all directions. For a horrible instant, she was just sure she was going to choke to death! Mark's hands held her in place and gave her no choice but to take his entire climax directly in her mouth. Gurgling and gasping and at times nearly half-strangling, the highly agitated young girl finally managed to avoid choking and suddenly became aware of the tangy, virile, delicious taste of the masculine cream that was filling her mouth to the brim and threatening to overwhelm her! As she did so, the overwrought girl jammed three fingers deep into her vaginal orifice and dissolved in a shivering, breathless climax!"Mmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmm ... mmmmmm..."
"Ahhhh! Ooooh! Wow!" Mark exclaimed with relief as he at last released his powerful grip on the young girl's brunette head. "Ooooh, wow! What a relief!"
As he re-seated himself on the tree stump, Ellen was in no hurry to release his suddenly limp prick from her oral grip. Resting her head on his lap, she began carefully licking up all the spare cum she could find and letting it linger in her mouth before swallowing it with obvious relish. At the same time, she kept one finger on her tiny clitoris to fully enjoy its climactic convulsions.
"Great blow job, kid!" Mark told her. "With that little mouth of yours, you and I are going to get along just great!"
CHAPTER 3
"Where are you taking me?" Bill Kemper asked as the car sped away from the parked truck. As he spoke, he glanced uneasily at the young woman driver attired in clinging sweater, bright red hot pants and black pantyhose. Despite her tough appearance, there was something appealing about her.
"You'll see!" Loretta Bridges replied, flashing a superior smile at the apprehensive young man seated at her side. "You heard what the man said. Don't give me a hard time or it might go hard on your mother and sister!"
Bill nodded. Despite her admonition, he was trying to devise a way to escape. However, the handcuffs on his wrists were not the type that one could easily escape from, and besides he was none too confident of his ability to handle the well-built and athletic blonde who seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Obviously, his captors would not have left him alone with her if they doubted her ability to handle him. It was humiliating to be under the control of a female.
Looking out the window, he realized that he had completely lost his bearings. The farmhouse where his mother was held captive had disappeared from sight, and he wasn't even sure what direction they were going. Within a few minutes, his female captor pulled up in front of what appeared to be a small cottage. Turning off the ignition, she reached over and suddenly began undoing his belt buckle!
"Hey, what are you doing?" Bill burst out, instinctively trying to struggle against the brazen assault.
"Hold still!" Loretta demanded.
Despite his struggles, she quickly undid his belt, unfastened his slacks, and yanked down the zipper of his fly! The young man's face instantly became quite red and he ineffectually tried to free himself from the handcuffs.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing anyway?" he demanded.
Without bothering to answer, Loretta jumped out of the car and moved around to his side. On the way, she paused just long enough to equip herself with a whippy willow switch about three feet in length. A confident and severe look on her face, she pulled the car door .open.
"Come on!" she demanded. "Out we go!"
As he awkwardly climbed out of the car, Bill knew that there was no way to keep his slacks from falling down and down they came.
"In the house!" Loretta demanded, grinning at his intense embarrassment. As she spoke, she slashed the switch across the backs of his bare thighs!
"Oww!" Bill cried out, wincing as the highly flexible switch stung his bare flesh much more than he would have imagined.
"Let's go!" Loretta ordered in an unnecessarily loud voice, grabbing his arm and propelling him forward. Once again the switch slashed across his bare legs.
"Oww! Please!" Bill cried out. Nearly tripping on his lowered slacks, Bill found himself being forcibly marched into the samll cottage by the switch-wielding young woman. Embarrassed nearly to the point of tears, the well-built 16-year-old simply had no choice but to obey. "Oww, please!" he repeated on more than one occasion as the switch cut across his bare flesh at a horizontal angle.
The interior of the cottage was sparsely but adequately furnished, but the distressed young man had little time to acquaint himself with the premises.
"You're going to do what I say!" Loretta warned him. "Or else! Understand? Now, I'm going to give you a good spanking to show you who's boss!"
"W-what?" Bill stammered. His mind seemed to be reeling under the impact of the swift-moving events, and he couldn't think straight. Still trying to struggle free of the handcuffs that left him at her mercy, he watched with growing alarm as she produced an oval-shaped wooden paddle that obviously packed a wallop!
"I'm going to take you over my knees just like a little kid!" Loretta told him, smiling at the prospect of putting the nicely built young man through his paces. "Ever been spanked before?"
Bill shook his head. He wanted to protest, but couldn't quite think what to say and didn't want to risk antagonizing her more.
"Well, you've never been spanked until you've had a Roller Derby gal warm your booty, I can tell you that!" Loretta promised. As she spoke, she seated herself on the side of a small cot with her nylon-clad thighs slightly apart and patted one knee. "Come here, little boy, and get over my lap!" she spoke sarcastically.
Bill wanted to refuse but realized that it might just make things worse for him. Hobbled by his lowered slacks and red with humiliation, he started making his way over to the sadistic young woman. Despite his embarrassment and fear, he was keenly aware of her well-filled white sweater and her long, shapely legs outlined in sheer black nylon, and could feel a most embarrassing erection starting to expand his shorts!
"Hurry up!" Loretta demanded. "Quit stalling!"
As Bill approached her, the athletic young woman reached out and grabbed his arm to pull him face down over her attractive but capable lap. Losing his balance, Bill toppled forward over her shapely thighs and suddenly found himself upturned over her lap like a kid.
"These will have to go!" Loretta announced, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and yanking them down with one powerful tug!
"Hey!" Bill protested, his fingers clawing out futilely in an effort to retrieve his shorts. "Come on! You don't have the right to..."
WHACK! The first whack of the solid paddle landed squarely on his completely bare bottom!
"YEOW!" Bill screamed with a mixture of pain and outraged dignity. Suddenly realizing how much she was capable of hurting him, he instantly tried to resist but the former Roller Derby skater was strong enough to control him. With a sinking feeling, he realized that he couldn't defend himself from that wicked paddle of hers.
SMACK! Loretta applied the paddle with a wrist-snapping stroke that brought it down full force across both bottom-cheeks!
"OWWW!" Bill shrieked, trying as best he could to twist out of the aim of the paddle. It was deeply humiliating to have a young woman mistreating him like that, and he was even more embarrassed by the erection that had sprung up as if it had a mind of its own. "Let me go! You have no right to do this! Come on!"
SPLAT! Once again Loretta applied the paddle with a resounding whack.
"Owww! Please, no!" Bill exclaimed, tears of pain and shame welling in his eyes as the paddle seared across his exposed rear.
"I'm going to give you a good hot one!" Loretta promised the distressed teenager. "I can tell you like it!"
Whack! Smack! Crack! Easily holding the handcuffed young man face down over her lap, the athletic blonde began putting the paddle to him with regular and firm strokes. Each whack landed with a loud report and produced a loud howl of genuine distress from the suffering young man. Despite his frantic efforts to defend his suddenly blazing bottom, Loretta quite easily managed to control him.
"Ouch! Owwww! Stop, it hurts! Owwww! Ouch!" Bill cried out. His bottom already felt as if he had been sitting on an oven, and hot tears were beginning to blind his vision. Although the humiliation of being spanked by such a well-built young woman was intense, at the moment the highly distressed adolescent was more concerned about sparing his bottom from the fiery kiss of the paddle. "Ouch! Please! Owww! Ouch! Oww! Come on, it hurts! Owww!"
"Your bottom's getting red!" Loretta teased the distressed youth. There was nothing more the well-built blonde enjoyed than putting a member of the opposite sex through his paces, and that was the reason why she had taken over supervision of their male captive.
"Please, that's enough!" Bill pleaded. "No more! I'll do what you say! Please!"
Whack! Splat! Smack! Loretta continued wielding the paddle in authoritative fashion, pausing only a few seconds between strokes and then striking again. As the tearful young man tossed about on her lap, she caught his rock hard erection between her nyloned thighs and squeezed firmly on it!
"Owww! Please! Please!" Bill begged, sobbing hard. "Please! Ouch! Oh, no! Owwww!" He kept trying to struggle, but felt out of breath and exhausted.
"There, that ought to last you for awhile!" Loretta said as she applied the final whack and abruptly shoved the highly distressed young man off her lap. "You'll get some more if you don't do what I say!"
Collapsing in a heap on the floor, Bill tried to get himself under control. The hotly burning, deeply penetrating heat in his buttocks felt as if a blowtorch had been applied to him, and the throbbing pain left him sobbing with pain and humiliation.
"Now I'm going to give you a chance to show me how good you are!" Loretta told him. Thoroughly stimulated by the vicious spanking she had administered, the well built blonde began peeling off her white sweater.
Though his tears obscured his vision, Bill watched as her sweater came off to reveal a well-filled white nylon brassiere that shaped her full bosom to two steep points. Kicking off her shoes, Loretta stood up and prepared to remove her bright red hot pants. Despite his distress, Bill's eyes widened with interest as the hot-pants came off to reveal her fully curvaceous hips and long, shapely legs outlined in sheer black pantyhose. He could see the enticing clump of mashed hair behind the clinging garment, and could feel his hot and hard prick beginning to throb even more vigorously.
"Let's see what this does for you, young man!" Loretta remarked with a confident smile as she reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere.
Although he kept telling himself that he should hate her for humiliating him so much, the inexperienced teenager watched with fascination as her rose-tipped, melon-sized breasts tumbled slinkily from the cups of her supporting garment. The two plump mounds jounced provocatively as Loretta playfully tossed the bra in his face and laughed in a manner that clearly indicated that she found it quite amusing to torment him with her feminine charms.
"Now don't go popping your cock too soon, kid!" she told him in a mildly contemptuous voice. "You do and you'll get some more of the paddle!"
As she spoke, the cheap-looking but sensuous blonde hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and began peeling them downward. She moved in a deliberately slow manner designed to tantalize the young boy all the more. Bill gazed wide-eyed as the triangular tuft of curly hair, several shades darker than her blonde head, came into view. Loretta slowly rolled the pantyhose down her smooth legs, dark nylon departing to reveal creamy white flesh, and a flash of pink meat appeared as she kicked the rolled-up garment away.
"Come on, kid, you know what I want you to do!" she announced, standing naked before him with her feet spread well apart and her arms akimbo.
Although trapped by his handcuffs and lowered slacks and shorts, and still aching painfully from the almost brutal spanking she had administered, Bill nonetheless found himself completely enthralled by the voluptuous blonde who stood dominantly over him. Awkwardly moving into a kneeling position before her, he found himself staring at her pendulous bosom and the vivid pink crease at the apex of her legs that was partially camouflaged by light, fleecy hair. His prick felt as hot as a poker and he remembered her admonition about ejaculating prematurely.
"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Loretta asked with a laugh. Reaching forward with both hands, she suddenly grabbed his head and mashed his face right against her pussy!
"Ooooh!" Bill gasped with surprise but did not try to pull away as he suddenly found his face buried in the furry thicket. The entire area was slightly moist and sticky.
"Come on, use your tongue!" Loretta demanded. "See if you can get me turned on!" As she spoke, she pressed his face even more tightly against her lush underbrush and wriggled her hips with the grinding movements of a burlesque dancer. "Come on, eat me! Eat me!"
At first nearly overcome with the heady feminine perfumes that assailed his nostrils, the inexperienced youth extended his tongue and servilely flicked it up and down along the pink crease. A warm gush of feminine honey suddenly inundated his face and trickled into his mouth as Loretta kept a firm grip on his head.
"Eat me, eat me, that's the way! I can feel your tongue!" the voluptuous blonde demanded. "Get it inside me! I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy!"
As she spoke, she ground her hips around in an undulating fashion and tightened her grip on Bill's head. His face mashed against the older woman's hotly moist, sticky pussy, the highly aroused young man struggled to insert his-extended tongue between her plump outer labia. The two slippery pussy lips pressed against his face as he finally managed to work his tongue into the succulent groove. Feminine dew cascaded over his tongue and directly into his mouth, making him feel as if he had dived into a warm, wet pool.
'That's the way! Eat me!" Loretta directed, keeping a firm grip on his head. "Find my clit! Go on!"
His face plastered against the combination of wet feminine hair and meat in a manner that left him almost breathless, Bill began working his tongue up and down in the wet furrow. The close-up angle prevented him from focusing his eyes and he could only grope blindly in search of her tiny love bud. Sliding along her inner labia in a swirling river of feminine soup, his tongue finally discovered the diminutive knob and was more than a little dismayed by the violent shiver that suddenly afflicted her entire body.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Loretta gasped, her blonde head snapping back and her back arching sharply. "That's the way!"
Though at times he thought he was simply going to drown in turbulent gushes of warm girl juice, Bill stabbed his tongue repeatedly at the tiny feminine organ. He could feel it swelling and twitching with raw physical arousal, and worked to suck it as far into his mouth as possible. Spread lewdly open, her plump outer labia plastered her feminine sweetmenats against his face.
"Ahhhh! That's the way! There! Ooooh! Uhhhhhhhh!" Loretta exclaimed in a tense voice. Clenching her teeth and grimacing as her body responded to the intimate caresses, she was breathing with clearly audible gasps that betrayed her growing arousal. "You're catching on! That's the way! Ooooooooh! That feels great! Keep doing it! Mm mmmmmmmmm! Oooooooooh!"
Quite astonished by the older woman's passionate responses to his exploring tongue, Bill tried to concentrate all his efforts on her frantically swollen love bud. His wildly pulsating cock was simply aching to be sequestered in the pink tunnel that lay just beyond the reach of his tongue, and he was praying that she wouldn't be sadistic enough to deny him that gratification. He kept working at the handcuffs that held him prisoner, but there was no way he could free himself from her dominance.
"Ahhhhh! Oooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Loretta gasped with rising wantonness. "Ooooooooh! Love it! Oh, wow! That's the way, kid, eat it! Oooooooh! Do I need it!"
Her hands tightened their grip on his head and Bill began to fear that he was going to smother in that sopping wet jungle of hair and feminine meat. He was quite breathless and his face was red from his efforts, and feminine honey seemed to be pouring over his face in hot streams.
"Oh, wow, I've got to have more in there than just your tongue!" Loretta suddenly announced.
The breathless, fully aroused woman suddenly released her grip on Bill's head and pushed him away.
"Come on, kid, stretch out on the cot!" she instructed, leaning over to assist him. "On your back."
"It's too uncomfortable!" Bill protested at the prospect of having to lie supine with his back with his hands cuffed behind him.
"Shut up!" Loretta replied, pushing him on to his back. The well built blonde moved quickly to pull off his slacks and strip him completely from the waist down.
Twisting to minimize the discomfort of the position as much as possible, Bill watched with mounting excitement as the shapely blonde woman knelt astride him with a flushed and highly expectant look on her face.
"Got to have some of this hard meat inside me!" she exclaimed, grabbing his hotly swollen joystick in her hand and aligning it with her brightly pink pussy lips. I Wriggling around quickly, she began lowering her self on the plum-shaped crown. "Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped as bare masculine and feminine meat came into contact.
Given no choice but to play the passive role, Bill sucked in his breath and held it as her exquisitely wet, clinging tunnel slid down over his hotly aching prick. He could see it disappearing into her voracious cunt-hole, and could feel her hot juices soaking it in their slippery oils.
"Ah, that's more like it!" Loretta exclaimed in a contented voice as she found her hungry twat very nicely filled with rock hard prick. Settling down until the crown of his hotly bloated shaft was driven deep into her overheated cunt, she immediately began twisting her hips and pelvis around in various directions. "I can tell you're cherry!" she tormented her youthful partner. "Remember what I told you about popping off too soon!"
"Okay, okay," Bill replied, not wishing to be reminded again. His eyes focused on the older woman's jouncing breasts as she rode him cowgirl style, the lower half of her body undulating with sensuous movements. He could feel the crown of his wildly pounding cock probing deep into the nether depths of her juicy, clinging cunt, and despite the difficulties of the position he was in began thrusting up and down with his pelvis.
'That's the way, tiger!" Loretta told him, flashing a wide smile at him. "Oh, I love having all that good hard meat in me!"
A blissful expression on her hotly flushed face, the athletic blonde continued working her hips around with tantalizing thrusts from one side to the other. Although his buttocks were still throbbing painfully from the sadistic paddling she had administered, the young man was too intrigued by his sexual initiation to be concerned about anything but the raw physical pleasure of highly aroused sexual organs in contact. He could feel her vaginal walls grabbing and snapping at his hotly swollen masculine tool as she twisted around on top of him.
"Mmmmmmmm, this is what I need!" Loretta purred. "I'm going to teach you to be my own private stud! A gal my age needs a really hot teenager to give her what she needs!"
Her full, scarlet-dipped breasts swaying provocatively before him, she spread her legs even farther apart and drove his desire-bloated prick even deeper into her warmly yielding cunt. Her back arched rather sharply, the voluptuous blonde once again began twisting her torso from side to side in a rhythmic pattern.
"Mmmmmmmm, I love your cock!" she told him, licking her lips sensuously with her pink tongue as she spoke. "It feels so thick and so hard!" she added in an exaggerated manner.
Biting his lip to hold himself back as much as possible, Bill responded to her tantalizing movements by upward thrusts of his hips. Her hotly flowing juices poured downward over his red hot poker, reducing the friction between their sexual organs and producing an incredible slipperiness. He would have loved to have his hands free to play with her wildly jouncing boobs.
"Bet if I let you go, you'd get on top of me and really slam it to me!" Loretta suggested, abruptly stopping her gyrations and looking down at him with a pleased smile on her hotly flushed face. "How about it?"
"You bet I would!" Bill replied, although he wasn't sure whether or not she was simply teasing him.
"Okay!" Loretta agreed, quickly dismounting from his supine body. She quickly produced a key and reached behind him to undo the cuffs. "There!"
As she finished speaking, she promptly stretched out supine on the couch with her bare legs thrown lewdly open. "Hurry up!" she demanded, her eyes fixed on his bulging, glistening cock. She began rocking her pelvis back and forth in anticipation of the pleasures to come.
His eyes glued on the shapely older woman's glittering pink crevice, Bill hastily yanked off his shirt and undershirt and dived down on top of her.
"Ooooh!" Loretta let out a whoop as the young man's lean, muscular body crashed down upon her soft feminine form. With practiced skill, she slid one hand under him to guide his rigid harpoon into her wet wonderland. "Ahhhhh!" she gasped with pleasure as she felt the sleek cockhead penetrating her outer labia.
Throwing all of his strength into it, Bill thrust forward with a powerful drive that jammed his wildly pounding cock into the hilt!
"OOOOOOH!" Loretta gasped, instantly wrapping her smooth bare arms and legs around the young man's hairy body. Throwing her blonde head back and arching her midsection, she dug her sharp fingernails into his back in an urgent, demanding fashion. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she exclaimed in a breathless voice.
His mind unable to think of anything but the raw, lustful pleasures his swollen prick was enjoying, Bill instantly began ramming back and forth with muscular thrusts. Loretta responded with cooperative thrusts of her buxom hips, working them around in a circular fashion and lifting them up off the cot to meet his forward strokes. At the same time, her vaginal walls sucked greedily inward, as if trying to swallow his proud young cock completely.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Loretta demanded between loud, passionate gasps. "Harder! Come on! Really ram it in hard! Jeez, I'm so cock-hungry I could die! That's the way! Harder!"
Thoroughly tantalized by her warm, tightly clinging body and sensuous movements beneath him, Bill pumped at a progressively faster pace. Loretta easily matched him stride for stride, lifting her hips high in the air and forcing him to ride her down. Her fingers worked downward and her long nails began scraping his well-paddled and still hotly throbbing buttocks, digging in like powerful spurs!
"Owwww! You bitch!" Bill yelped, an anguished expression coming over his face. "Owwww! Christ!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Loretta taunted him, sadistically scraping her fingernails across his sensitive flesh., Bill drew back until just the head of his furiously pulsating member was just inside the older woman's drooling cunt. "I'm going to fuck you all right!" he told her in a determined voice. "Christ, what a goddamned bitch you are!"
"WELL, GO AHEAD!" Loretta replied, driving her fingernails in all the harder.
"Owwwww!" Uttering a roar of outraged fury and pain, Bill slammed forward with all his might, driving his bloated young battering ram in nearly to the cervix!
"OOOOOH!" Loretta gasped as she felt the hard masculine ramrod thrusting deep into her hot, man-hungry cunt. "HARDER! HARDER! JESUS, MY CUNT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!"
Driven by a mixture of hatred and physical desire, Bill thrust back and forth with powerful masculine strokes. His blood-gorged prick repeatedly thrust the full length of her vaginal tunnel, scraping her swollen and twitching clitoris with each forward thrust. Beneath him Loretta twisted and squirmed with serpentine movements, her back arching sharply in anticipation of each forward thrust. Her vaginal walls began contracting with spasmic jerks, snapping and pulling inward in possessory fashion.
"Oh, that's the way! Beautiful! Just what I need!" Loretta exclaimed in a dreamy, radiant voice. "Perfect! What a cock you got! Oh, don't stop, never! Oh, wow! What a prick! Oh, Jesus, is my cunt hot! I never realized I was so goddamned randy!" As she spoke, she continued digging her long nails into his aching buttocks in a deliberately sadistic manner.
"Oh, you bitch!" Bill screamed at her. "Goddamn it! Take that!"
Drawing back until just the very tip of anguished prick was inside her pink groove, he slammed downward with all his might!
"OOOOOOH!" Loretta cried out with a mixture of wanton pleasure and discomfort as the young man's weight came crashing down upon her. Her vaginal walls were starting to spasm, and her tautly distended clitoris felt as if it were going to burst at any moment. "HARDER! CHRIST! MORE! HARDER! MAKE ME CUM! FUCK ME HARDER! OOOOOH! OOOO OOOOH!"
Breathless but determined to hold out just as long as possible, Bill rammed back and forth like an angry bull. But no matter how many times he crushed her body under him and drove his red hot prick deep into her steaming cunt, Loretta thrust her hips upward to challenge him again. Their naked bodies glued together, the two of them wrestled wildly for supremacy in a frenzied manner that at times threatened to make the small cot collapse under them.
"MORE! MORE! OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! I'M GOING TO CUM! OOOOOOH! DON'T STOP! OH, MY CUT'S GOING TO ... OOOOOOOH!" Loretta screamed as she found her voluptuous body beginning to surrender to the bliss of orgasmic fulfillment. "OOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! JEEZ ... OOOOOOOH! AHHHH..."
More than a little dismayed by his older partner's lustful abandonment, Bill plunged back and forth at a furious pace. Each forward thrust drove the crown of his wildly throbbing cock in to the hilt, and each time he immediately drew back to repeat the assault.
"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! I'M CUMMMMM-" Her blonde head thrown back, Loretta emitted a loud shriek as orgasmic convulsions suddenly overcame her tormented clitoris and overheated vagina. Hugging him tightly with all four limbs, the distraught woman struggled to pull him down against her. "OOOOOH! OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!"
Drawing back as far as he could, Bill slammed forward with all the force he could muster and simply let himself go! His lust-tormented cock gave way like a dam bursting and frantic blasts of hot cum poured deep into the older woman's hotly yearning cunt. His full weight came down upon her and he pushed forward as hard as he could as voluminous jets of semen spurted from his red hot prick.
"OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! WOW!" Loretta repeatedly gasped as her climactic spasms sent waves of wanton pleasure racing through her vibrant body. Her wildly twitching clitoris scraped against the young man's furiously discharging penis, sending electric shivers coursing through her entire nervous system. "OOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOH!"
Gradually regaining his sanity after the exhilarating experience, Bill slowly started to draw back from his blonde captor.
"No, let it soak!" Loretta told him, pulling him back down toward her. "You can't escape anyway, so you might as well enjoy yourself!"
CHAPTER 4
"You can't keep me here forever!" Maureen Kemper demanded. After two days in captivity, the attractive society woman was a nervous wreck.
"Shut up, mother!" Harry replied. "Soon as your old man comes up with the ransom money, we'll let you go."
"But what about the kids? Are they all right?" she persisted. "Tell me, please!"
"I told you to shut up," Harry growled.
"But tell me, please!" Maureen went on. "Please, it's terrible to treat me like this!"
"If you don't shut up, I got something nice and big to put in your mouth!" Harry warned her.
"Ooooooooh!" Maureen gasped with disgust. He had made that threat several times, and each time it made her shudder with revulsion. "Tell me about the kids!" she nonetheless persisted. "Are they all right? Just tell me they're all right."
Harry flashed her an irate glance. "Come here!" he demanded in an angry voice. Maureen was afraid to disobey. Gulping hard, the comely blonde slowly walked over to the easy chair where he was seated. "Please, tell me about the kids. Where are they? Are they all right?"
"I warned you!" Harry spoke in a hostile voice. "The only way to shut you up is to put something hot and hard in there! Now, get down on your knees!"
"OH, NO!" Maureen gasped. "What a filthy idea! I'm a decent woman! I couldn't possibly..." Trembling and blushing hotly, she began backing slowly away from her tormentor.
Harry regarded her with grim amusement. "I have ways of persuading you!" he warned her.
"Please, I couldn't possibly ... " Maureen protested. "I've never done such a thing in my life..."
"Come on!" Harry told her. "This is your last chance! Get down on your knees!"
"No! Ho! No!" Maureen gasped with mounting horror as she realized that he was in fact quite serious.
"Okay," Harry announced, jumping to his feet and quickly grabbing her wrist. "Let's go!" he told her, pulling her in the direction of the bedroom.
"What are you going to do?" Maureen asked in an anxious voice. She was trying to hold back but was afraid he would hurt her if she offered too much resistance.
"You'll see!" Harry promised, half-dragging the reluctant woman with him. In the bedroom, he quickly spotted an old-fashioned, oval-shaped wooden hairbrush lying on a dresser top. "I've got just the thing for you, mother!" he said, grabbing the hairbrush and pulling her toward the bed.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Maureen screamed with shock and dismay as her captor abruptly seated himself on the side of the bed and yanked her sprawling face down across his lap!
"You're gonna get a good spanking, mother!" Harry announced in an amused voice, quickly pulling her right wrist into the small of her back to make it impossible for her to escape.
"SPANKING!" Maureen shrieked. The idea of a woman of her age and status being spanked was so preposterous that her mind could scarcely absorb it. A wave of humiliation and fear suddenly swept over her entire body, and she instinctively began to struggle to free herself from his grip. "You can't possible do such a thing to me!" she gasped in a horrified voice. "You wouldn't dare! You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I?" Harry mocked her. Her squirming body and kicking legs were already having a pleasantly stimulating effect on him. Her light blue jersey dress had ridden up to display the darker portions of her brown nylon stockings, and her prettily kicking legs were more than enough to get the blood flowing into his prick.
"Let me go! You wouldn't dare!" Maureen exclaimed. Although she tried to struggle, it was obvious that she didn't have a chance and the only hope was to talk him out of it. "Let me go! Please, you're hurting my arm. Please! Let me go! Please! I'd feel silly getting spanked! Please, this has gone far enough!"
Ignoring the distressed woman's pleas, Harry allowed her to struggle until she was quite breathless and then reached for the hem of her blue dress!
"OH, NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Maureen screamed when she realized what he planned to do. The attractive blonde matron bucked up frantically on his lap and haplessly tried to reach back to keep her dress down. "Oh, no! Please! Don't humiliate me like this! Stop! Stop this instant!"
Despite her pleas and last-ditch efforts, Maureen's dress came up to reveal her dark stocking tops, creamy white thighs and finally her panty-clad buttocks. The white nylon panties were drawn skintight across her spacious but beautifully rounded posterior, and creamy white flesh spilled out along the lower slopes of both hemispheres. Squirming frantically, Maureen blushed furiously at the intense humiliation of being exposed in such a shameless manner.
"Stop! Stop!" she demanded, tears of shame welling in her eyes. "No one has ever done this to me before! Please, this is embarrassing!"
Amused by her embarrassment and outrage, Harry paused to enjoy the sight of panty-clad buttocks and shapely, nyloned legs and found himself with a firmly pulsating erection. Easily maintaining control of her squirming body, he paused for dramatic effect and then slowly and lewdly slipped his hand into the elastic waistband of her panties!
"OH, NO, DON'T YOU DARE!" Maureen screamed with outraged horror when she realized what he intended to do. "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! DON'T YOU DARE! STOP! STOP, I MEAN IT!" Once again the desperate woman began struggling to free herself, twisting her torso and wildly kicking her nyloned legs in an unintentionally provocative manner. At the same time, she tried to reach back with her free hand to rescue her panties but he easily pushed her hand aside. "STOP! YOU BEAST! STOP!" she constantly raged at him.
Despite all of her efforts, however, her flimsy white nylon panties came down to reveal her fully rounded, quivering feminine buttocks in all their glory. Maureen emitted a high pitched scream of shame as she suddenly felt the cool room breeze against her completely bare bottom, and instantly reached back in a frantic effort to retrieve her panties.
"OH, THIS IS AWFUL!" the attractive society matron screamed. The indignity of being turned up bare-bottomed across his masculine lap made her nearly faint with shame. Blushing a deep scarlet, she cast a quick glance back over her shoulder but the sight of her big bottom sticking up bare made her instantly close her eyes and turn her head aside. "OH, NOOOOOO!" she gasped. In her humiliation she was not thinking about the physical pain of the spanking to come, although her fleshy buttocks were flexing and puckering in anxious expectation.
Quite amused by his victim's outraged protests, Harry carefully peeled the panties down well below the tops of her dark brown stockings. He did not disturb her garter belt and nylons, which provided a perfect frame for her superbly rounded buttocks. She was holding her shapely legs as close together as she could, but an intriguing glimpse of fleecy pubic hair was still visible.
"Oh, this is just awful!" Maureen hissed at her sadistic captor. "You have no right to do this to me! I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I ever..."
WHACK!! A resounding smack of the solid hairbrush interrupted the indignant woman in mid-sentence.
"OWWWWW!" Maureen screamed with a mixture of surprise and pain. The oval shaped wooden hairbrush hurt far more than the totally inexperienced woman could have anticipated. "OH, NO! IT HURTS!"
SMACK! The sturdy brush landed on the exquisitely tender base of her right buttock, temporarily flattening the plump mound., "YEOW!" Maureen shrieked once again, her blonde head snapping back and her legs swinging backward with a reflexive jerk. "Stop! You're hurting me! Stop it, I tell you!"
SPLAT! Harry applied the third spank to the opposite cheek with a loud report.
"OUCH!" the indignant matron howled, her shapely legs momentarily jerking open to display her vividly pink crease. "Stop it this instant! Stop it! You have no right to..."
Smack! Splat! Whack! Thoroughly enjoying the unusual opportunity to spank a highly attractive and mature pair of feminine buttocks, Harry lustily applied the hairbrush to her rotund posterior with noisy smacks. A high-pitched shriek followed each application of the brush, and the miserable older woman began putting on quite a show of frantic squirming and kicking. Her spacious bottom quickly became as red as her face.
"Ouch! Stop! Ow, please! It hurts! No! Stop! That's enough! Please! Ouch!" Maureen pleaded between howls of pain. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her bottom felt afire in a manner the inexperienced woman would have thought quite impossible. "Owwww! Oh, stop! You don't realize how it hurts! Owwww! Oh, this is just dreadful! Stop, please!"
"Your bottom's getting red, Big Mama!" Harry told the suffering woman.
"Oh, stop it! Please, I'm begging! It hurts too much! I can't stand it!" Maureen pleaded. She hated herself for pleading so abjectly with her criminal assailant, but the raging flame in her posterior gave her no choice. "Owww! Oh, please, stop! I can't stand it!" To her dismay, she realized that she had become soaking wet between the legs, and felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. "Oh, no, stop! Please! That's enough! Oh, please, I'm begging!"
Smack! Whack! Splat! The solid hairbrush continued to descend at various angles against the attractive blonde's plump and highly reverberative buttocks. Each spank sent ripples of flesh sweeping over the plump hemispheres, which were becoming progressively redder and hotter with each passing moment. Crying hard, Maureen could no longer control her leg movements and was jerking hard and wide in a manner that exposed herself completely to her assailant's feasting eyes.
"Oh, God, stop! I can't stand it! I'm on fire!" Maureen cried out in an anguished voice. Her buxom bottom felt as if she had backed into a beehive, and the throbbing, deeply penetrating heat was becoming quite unbearable. The overly protected woman had never known such pain or humiliation before. The intense conflagration in her buttocks spread into her cuntal groove, and her highly sensitive clitoris quickly began to swell and twitch in a quite maddening fashion. "Oh, God, stop, please! Please! Pleeeeeese! I can't take it..."
"I'm not through with you yet, mother!" Harry told her as he repeatedly applied the brush to the ample I target. His lust-swollen cock throbbing furiously, he was thoroughly enjoying the sight of feminine suffering, reddening buttocks and wildly kicking, nylon-clad legs.
"Ouch! Oh, this is terrible! Owwww! Ouch! Oooooh!" Maureen gasped between sobs. "Ouch! I can't stand it! I can't, I mean it! Oh, this is terrible! Oooooooh! Please, have mercy! Owwww! Owwwww!"
Harry paused and gazed at her brightly crimson buttocks. "You about ready to suck cock now, mother?" he inquired.
"OH, NO!" Maureen screamed impulsively. "WHAT A REVOLTING ... " She could feel his hotly throbbing prick against her, and the thought of defiling her mouth with that slab of raw masculine meat filled her with revulsion.
WHACK! SPLAT! SMACK! Harry instantly went back to work with the hairbrush, applying it with even more lusty swipes to the suffering woman's hotly enflamed posterior.
"OUCH! OW! OOOOH! STOP IT! I CANT STAND IT! OWW!" Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs. OUCH! OH, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!"
"Tell me when you're ready to start sucking, mother!" Harry casually told his miserable victim.
Smack! Whack! The hairbrush landed first on one cheek and then the other, temporarily flattening each cheek and sending more heat and pain surging through them. Maureen's shapely, nylon-clad legs jerked reflexively back and forth, fully exposing her brightly glistening cuntal slit, while at the same time the hapless woman tossed and writhed in a frantic effort to obtain some relief for her tortured buttocks.
"Owwwww! Ouch! Oh, my God! Oooooh! Oh, noooooo!" Maureen screamed in anguish. "Ouch! Owwwww! Stop, I can't stand it! Oh, pleeeese! This is just awful! Please, stop!! Owwwww!" Sobbing hysterically, she realized that there was no choice but to comply with his degrading commands.
Whack! Whack! The hairbrush felt like a hot branding iron against her hotly blistered bottom.
Harry quickly shoved the sobbing, distraught woman to a kneeling position between his knees. Rubbing her furiously burning bottom with both hands, Maureen watched with mounting distress as her assailant quickly opened his fly and permitted his hot, hard prick to snap out into full view. Her face as red as her bottom, the anguished woman gulped heavily at the sight of the turgid masculine organ that she had agreed to fellate.
"Please, please!" she pleaded. "Don't make me! My self-respect ... OH, PLEASE..." She was on the verge of hysteria, and would have tried to flee had she not been in a state of near emotional and physical collapse.
"Go on!" Harry told her in a voice that mirrored his growing impatience.
"I CANT ... I JUST CANT!" Maureen screamed at him.
"Go on!" Harry repeated in a much louder voice.
Staring at his rigidly erect masculine battering ram, Maureen slowly shook her head. "I can't ... I can't ... " she repeated.
"Okay, mother, you're really going to get it!" Harry spoke in an irate voice.
Reaching down, he grabbed the hapless woman with both hands and yanked her upward.
"Oh, what are you going to do?" Maureen screamed in a petrified voice.
"You'll see!" Harry replied.
Using his greater strength to advantage, he quickly threw her face down on the bed. Maureen could feel her panties ripping as he tore them off. She wanted to resist, but felt exhausted and breathless.
"Oh, no, please! P-please!" she begged, trying to crawl away from him. Her heart was thumping wildly and she was unable to think clearly. Realizing that he was crawling on top of her from the rear, she tried to pull her dress down to protect herself.
"Hold still!" Harry demanded, yanking her dress back up and grabbing her at the waist with both hands.
"DON'T! DON'T!" Maureen yelled at her assailant. She was terrified yet strangely exhilarated by his overpowering assault. Hot gushes of feminine cream were bubbling from her plump cuntal groove, and her clitoris felt hotly swollen and itchy. "DON'T! LET ME GO!" she kept repeating in an anguished voice, trying to look back over her shoulder to communicate with him.
"Quit fighting!" Harry commanded, grunting from his efforts. With his knees between her stockinged legs, he began pulling her knees farther apart to make her all the more accessible.
"No! No!" Maureen protested. Her arousal made her feel deeply guilty and ashamed, but she was too exhausted to offer more than token resistance. She could feel her thighs being relentlessly forced open by her attacker in a manner that left her brazenly exposed for his pleasure. "No! No! Oh, how can you do this to me?" she wailed in a self-pitying voice. "Oh, this is terrible!"
In full control over the helpless woman, Harry lewdly grabbed her bottom-cheeks and roughly spread them open!
"NO! NO!" Maureen screamed with horror as she realized his true purposes. "NO! NOT THAT!" Her heart pounding furiously, she tried to wriggle away from her vicious assailant.
Quickly moving forward to align his hotly bloated cock with the tiny aperture, Harry lowered his heavy body over hers and simply rammed forward!
"EEEEK!" Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs as his meaty cock-head forced its way into her anal orifice. A sudden stab of pain suddenly hit her with the force of a bayonet, and her entire body twitched spasmodically. She desperately tried to bring her legs together, but that was impossible. "OOOOOOH! OWWWWW!" the tormented woman shrieked with pain and humiliation.
"You're going to take it up the ass, mother!" Harry told her in a hostile voice, resting his weight on top of her in a manner that told her that she didn't have a chance against him.
"OH, NO! PUT IT IN THE OTHER HOLE!" Maureen screamed, completely forgetting her dignity under the stress of the moment. "PLEASE! IT HURTS TOO MUCH! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"Next time you're gonna suck, I'll bet!" Harry casually remarked as he gave a forward thrust with his pelvis, driving his rock hard prick slightly deeper into the exquisitely tight, meaty channel.
"OWWW!" Maureen screamed in anguish. The pain was worse than anything she had ever experienced before, and her sphincter muscle was working frantically to expel the masculine invader that felt as if it were tearing her apart "OWWWWW!" she repeated, quickly breaking down into loud sobs. "PLEASE! PLEASE! PUT IT IN THE OTHER HOLE!"
Thoroughly exhilarated by the humiliation and pain he was inflicting on his miserable victim, Harry thrust forward once again into the tight little tunnel.
"OWWWWW! OH, GOD! OWWWWW! OH, THIS IS TERRIBLE! I CAN'T STAND IT!" The pain was so intense that Maureen was afraid that she was simply going to black out. It felt as if a telephone pole had been driven between her legs. She tried to struggle, but his weight was pressing her relentlessly downward.
"One more shove ought to do it!" Harry announced. Employing all the power in his muscular thighs, he thrust forward one more time!
"YEOWWW!" Maureen shrieked as the powerful masculine ramrod relentlessly forced open her anal canal. Despite the frantic convulsions of her sphincter muscle, there was no way to dislodge the masculine sword that was slicing its way deeply into her midsection. Sobbing heavily, the hapless matron lay face down on the bed with her entire body wracked with anguished spasms.
"There!" Harry spoke in a highly satisfied voice.
"That feels great, mother!"
"Oh, it hurts! It hurts so much!" Maureen protested between sobs.
"You'll get used to it, you'll see!" he told her. I'll bet you even cum before I get through with you!"
"Ohhh!" Maureen gasped at the insulting suggestion. "Oh, how could you do such a thing to me?" she added in a despairing voice.
Running one hand lewdly under her body, Harry explored her wet bush and sliced a finger into her juicy crease. His amused chuckle made Maureen shrivel with shame and humiliation, and she hated herself for being such a weakling.
"Let's see what this does for you!" Harry remarked, pressing his finger against her wildly fluttering clitoris.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" Maureen gasped, squirming like a worm as the pressure sent shivers racing through her voluptuous body. "Don't! Don't, please! Please! Don't! Oh, please, this is humiliating!"
Keeping his finger against her lust-swollen magic button, Harry slowly began pumping from the rear, sliding his madly throbbing cock back and forth in the narrow shaft. The exquisitely tender meat lining her anal canal lovingly caressed his hotly swollen sausage, and the repeated spasms in her sphincter muscle added to his lustful pleasure.
"Oh, no, it hurts! Don't! Oh, please! Ooooooh! Don't! Oh, this is awful! Ooooooh! A woman should have to take it up her ... Ooooh! Owww! Not so deep! Oooooh! Oh, my! Ooooooh!" Maureen's remarks reflected a strange mixture of discomfort, humiliation and sexual arousal. The pain of the forcible anal penetration was gradually giving away to blissful masochistic torment, and her hotly blooming clitoris was sending off hot sparks that radiated through her nervous system. "Ooooooh! Owww! Oh, don't! Oh, I can't ... Ooooooh! Oh, you're driving me ... Ooooooh! Oh, no! Oww! Not so far in ... Oww! Oooooh!"
Pumping steadily back and forth, Harry worked two fingers into her vaginal orifice and began vigorously jabbing them back and forth, while at the same time using one finger to continually scrape her bulging love bud. Hot gushes of feminine honey poured over his fingers as the moaning and gasping woman squirmed around under him. He began thrusting with more powerful movements, driving his rock hard harpoon in to the hilt with each forward shove.
"Oooooh! Oooooh! Ooooooh! Oh, my, oh! Oooooooh!" Maureen gasped. "Ohhhhhh! Oooooooh! Oooooooh!" It seemed impossible that she could actually be enjoying the lewd assault he was inflicting on her. "Oooooh, my, ooooooh! I can't ... Oh, you're driving ... Oh, I can't believe ... Ooooooh, this is ... Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!"
"That's the way, mother, let yourself go!" Harry told the breathless, wriggling woman. "Let yourself go! I'll make you cum, you'll see!"
"Oh, you're terrible!" Maureen burst out impulsively. "It's awful to do this to a woman!"
"You seem to be enjoying it!" he replied sarcastically.
As he spoke, he speeded up the tempo, working his desire-bloated prick back and forth with swift jabs that mixed discomfort with pleasure. At the same time, his fingers probed deep into her steaming vagina to torment the highly sensitive nerve endings throughout her love tunnel. She was instinctively working her pelvis back and forth under him with coital movements, arching her back and lifting upward so that his forward thrusts forced her down against the bed.
"Ahhhh! Ooooh! Ahhhhh!" Maureen began gasping in a heavily labored manner as the thick masculine rod knifed repeatedly back and forth in her anal canal. "Ooooh!! I'm ... Ooooooo! Ooooo! Oh, it hurts ... Oooooh! Oh, the pain ... OOOOOH! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! OOOOOOH! I CANT STAND ... AHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh ... . "
"C'mon, mother, you're gonna make it!" Harry told the breathless, struggling woman. His fingers were clawing deep into her vaginal canal, tormenting her to a frenzy of erotic arousal. At the same time, his furiously pulsating cock was ramming back and forth with continually gathering momentum, and the rapid forward thrusts were driving deep into the tight, meaty tunnel. "C'mon! C'mon! Let yourself go, mama!" he grunted in a lewd voice.
"Oooooh! Oh, I'M ... OOOOOH! Ooooooooh! Ooooh! AHHHHH!" Maureen cried out with a mixture of anguish and total abandonment. Her vaginal walls were itching furiously and her hotly inflated clitoris felt right at the bursting point, and despite the agony of having her anal canal so viciously violated she was throwing her hips around as much as she could. "OOOOH! OOOOOH! I'M CUMMMMIIIIINNNGGGGG! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Maureen emitted an exultant scream and pitched forward on the bed in a state of collapse as an intense climax suddenly detonated her clitoris and sent wild surges of electricity racing through her body. With several fingers jammed deeply into her honey-flooded cunt, Harry rammed forward with all his might and blasted his hot, murky cum into her yielding anus!
"OWWWW!" The final bayonet thrust deep into her tortured anal channel produced a shrill scream of masochistic intoxication. Nearly choking to get some air back into her lungs, Maureen could scarcely comprehend the exquisitely raw, lush feelings of feminine surrender that were sweeping over her entire body. Though she knew she could never admit it to anyone, the attractive matron knew that sooner or later she would simply have to have more of that rough, almost brutal, sex that her tormentor was inflicting upon her.
CHAPTER 5
"Come on, kid, we're going for a ride!" Mark announced. "Now don't try any funny stuff or I'll tie you up."
"Where are you taking me?" Ellen asked. After two days of captivity, the cute young brunette was still terrified of her captors although she realized that she could have been treated much worse. At least, her precious virginity was still intact.
"You'll see! Come on!" Mark told her gruffly.
A few minutes later, he and Ellen were standing outside the door of the cottage where her brother was held prisoner.
"Come on in!" Loretta said as she opened the door. The cheap looking but attractive platinum blonde was attired in a severe riding outfit that made her look all the more dominant. "This ought to be real interesting!"
Ellen's tummy flipped over and she felt a chill of fear at the sight of the other woman. She did not want to go inside but there was no choice. The instant she stepped inside the cottage, her blood turned cold and she clasped one hand over her mouth in horror. "Bill!" she screamed in a horrified voice.
Completely naked and blindfolded, her brother was tied supine in a spread-eagle position on a bed! Each wrist and ankle was lashed to a separate bed post in a position that left him completely helpless and quite uncomfortable.
"Recognize your brother, huh?" Mark chuckled in an amused voice.
"Sis? Is that you?" Bill asked, turning his blindfolded head in an attempt to see.
"Shut up!" Loretta yelled at him. Picking up a leather riding crop, she slapped it hard against his bare leg.
"Ow!" Bill cried out with a mixture of surprise and pain.
"Don't!" Ellen protested, horrified at the sight of her brother being so mistreated. Her face had become quite red and she was trying very hard not to look at her brother's naked body. Although nothing had been said, she was already beginning to have serious misgivings about her captors' motives in bringing the two of them together.
"Be quiet!" Mark told her, grabbing her arm and squeezing it in a manner that reminded her that she was his prisoner. "And take off your cothes!" he added.
Ellen gulped and hesitated. "B-but wh-what for?" she stammered, trying to stall as much as possible.
"Do as I say!" Mark demanded her, throwing her a warning glance. "Don't want to get spanked, do you?"
Her face as red as a beet, Ellen began disrobing as slowly as she dared. She was at least grateful for the blindfold that shielded her brother's eyes from her lush young body.
"Hurry up, kid!" Mark urged her. Both he and Loretta were watching her closely.
Hotly embarrassed and keeping her eyes averted, Ellen finally finished undressing and stood completely naked before her captors. She tried to cover herself with her hands but knew the task was hopeless.
"Not bad!" Loretta remarked as her eyes roamed over the young girl's delectable figure.
"Now, kid, get up there on the bed and show your brother what a great little cocksucker you've become!" Mark commanded.
"OOOOH!" Ellen screamed at the vile suggestion and clasped her hand over her mouth. Her knees went weak under her and she slowly began backing away. Surely he did not really want her to...
"W-what?" Bill asked, thoroughly dismayed by the words he had just heard.
"Shut up!" Loretta ordered, once again slapping his bare legs with the riding crop.
"Go on, kid!" Mark demanded. "Show your brother what a great cocksucker you are!"
"OH, I COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO SUCH A THING!" Ellen screamed. "WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM ANYWAY?" Her heart was pounding furiously and, like a trapped animal, the naked young girl was looking around for an escape.
"Don't do it, sis!" Bill urged his sister although the comment merited him another vicious cut with the riding crop.
"Got something I could use to persuade this little gal to cooperate?" Mark asked.
"How's this?" Loretta asked, producing the oval-shaped wooden paddle that she had previously employed on Bill.
"NO, DON'T!" Ellen cried out, cringing at the sight of the mean-looking paddle.
Although she attempted to struggle with him, Mark grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward a nearby chair. Seating himself, he abruptly yanked the wriggling girl face down across his lap with her wrist twisted into the small of her back.
"NO, DON'T! LET ME GO!" Ellen yelled, kicking her bare legs wildly backward in a last-ditch effort to defend her vulnerable bottom from the paddle. The pretty teenager still had highly vivid memories of the spanking he had previously administered.
WHACK! The solid wooden paddle landed squarely across Ellen's lushly plump bottom-cheeks, momentarily flattening each resilient hemisphere.
"EEEEK!" Ellen shrieked as the paddle sent a flash of heat and pain coursing through her highly tender little bottom. The paddle packed much more of a wallop than she had anticipated, and she instantly realized that she couldn't take very much of that.
"Don't hurt her!" Bill protested, yanking at the ropes that held him lashed to the bed.
"Shut up!" Loretta commanded, slapping the leather riding crop viciously across his exposed chest.
"Ow!" Bill exclaimed as the sadistic blow nearly knocked the wind out of him.
SPLAT! Once again the paddle landed squarely on Ellen's completely defenseless bottom.
"OWWW!" Ellen screamed, her brunette head snapping back and her bare feet flying upward. Tears came to her eyes as the paddle branded both tender cheeks with a kiss of fire. "Ooooh, please, it hurts! Please!"
Smack! Easily controlling the frantically wriggling girl, Mark applied the solid paddle to the young girl's reddening bottom.
"Owwww!" Ellen yelped in a high-pitched voice. "It hurts! Stop! Stop! Please!"
"You're gonna get it until you agree to suck your brother's cock!" Mark told the suffering girl.
"Oh, I couldn't possibly do such a thing!" Ellen wailed in a distressed voice. "Oh, please, no! Please! Not my own brother! Oh, nooo!"
Whack! Splat! Whack! Mark applied the stout paddle at brief intervals, aiming at the tender lower bases of her cutely rounded buttocks where it would sting the most. Each loud report of the paddle was followed by a shrill soprano scream from Ellen, who was frantically kicking and doing all she could to evade the painful whacks that left her poor bottom burning and throbbing. Her shapely legs were wide open, completely exposing her glistening cuntal groove and the luxuriantly brunette fleece surrounding it The lower slopes of her cutely rotund bottom were a fiery scarlet and obviously burning with a deeply penetrating heat.
"Owww! Stop! It hurts too much! Owww! Oh, this is just awful! Owwww!" Ellen shrieked, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ouch! Ow! Stop it! Ooooh! Owwww! Ouch, please! Please! Ouch! Owwww! I can't stand it! Owwww! Owwww!"
Smack! Splat! Whack! Smack! Despite the suffering young girl's cries of anguish, the solid wooden paddle continued to fall unmercifully on her hotly burning bottom. Sobbing hard, Ellen repeatedly tried to twist and squirm out of the way but her sadistic assailant was easily able to control her. Her bottom felt blistering hot and both cheeks were throbbing painfully.
"Ouch! Stop! Owww! Oh, no! Ouch! Owww! Stop, I can't stand it! Owwww! Please!" Ellen cried. "Please, it hurts too much! I can't stand it! Please! Owwww!"
"Stop! Don't hurt her!" Bill could not bear to remain silent any longer. Once again he began yanking at the ropes that held him to the bed.
"Cut it out!" Loretta demanded, slashing the riding crop across his bare chest.
"Ow!" Bill yelped as he suddenly saw stars. "You bitch!"
"Hold still or you'll really get it!" Loretta warned him.
"Ohh, please, please!" Ellen sobbed. "I can't stand it any more! Oh, please!"
Mark paused with the paddle lifted over his shoulder. "Ready to suck cock now?" he asked.
"Oh, how can you make me do such a thing?" Ellen wailed, shaking her head with distress. "He's my own BROTHER!"
Both Mark and Loretta laughed. Whack! Mark brought the paddle down once again.
"OWWWW!" Ellen screamed as the paddle sent waves of pain through her hotly blazing bottom. The sobbing and highly distraught girl knew she couldn't hold out much longer.
"It's up to you, kid!" Mark told her. "I'll stop any time you give the word."
Ellen gulped hard. "Okay, I'll do it!" she finally managed to stammer. "I-I can't stand any more of that..." The thought of what she was about to do made her shudder violently.
"Okay, kid!" Mark told her, releasing his grip on her trembling body. "Now go over there and suck your brother's cock!"
Getting up, Ellen reached behind her back with both hands to try to rub some of the fire out of her burning bottom. She tried not to look at her brother's naked and spread-eagled body, but knew she had no choice.
"Go on, suck it!" Mark demanded.
"Don't do it!" Bill called out, once again pulling at the ropes that held him to the bed.
"I don't have any choice!" Ellen replied in a highly distressed, nearly choking voice. "They're forcing me! Forgive me!"
Sobbing with shame and pain, the pretty teenager crawled on the bed between her brother's outspread legs. Mark and Loretta, expectant smiles on their faces, moved to the side of the bed to watch the incestuous exhibition from close up.
"Oh, how can you make me do this?" Ellen tearfully addressed her captors in a deeply reproachful voice.
"Go on! Suck dick!" Mark abruptly told her, waving the paddle at her in a threatening manner.
Ellen gulped as she found herself staring at her brother's red cock and the two bloated sacs beneath it. Swallowing hard at the thought of fellating her own brother, the distraught teenager extended one hand and gently tilted the supple masculine muscle in an upward direction.
"Don't, sis!" Bill protested, sucking in his breath sharply as he felt his sister's small, smooth hand circling his prick.
"I don't have any choice!" Ellen impulsively replied. T don't want to but they're forcing me!"
"Put it in your mouth!" Mark instructed. "See if you can get it hard! Come on! We haven't got all day."
Emitting a loud moan of distress, Ellen haplessly leaned forward and slipped her mouth down over her brother's sleek cockhead!
"Ooooh!" Bill gasped. With his vision cut off by the heavy blindfold, the young man jerked with surprise and unexpected pleasure as his sister's warmly sweet and wet mouth suddenly assaulted his penis. His back' arched sharply upward and, despite his conscious will, blood instantly began flowing toward his midsection.
'That's the way!" Mark told the young girl. "Suck it and play with it with your hand! You know how! Come on, make your brother's dick hard for us!"
Moaning with shame but convinced that she had no choice in the matter, Ellen complied. Pulling and stroking with her soft hand, she lolled her tongue over the velvety sleek head and sucked with drawn-in cheeks. She could feel it growing bigger, and could not suppress a thrill of excitement despite the fact that it was her own brother's cock that was beginning to fill her mouth.
"Don't sis, please!" Bill pleaded in an anguished voice as he found himself quite unable to resist his sister's busy tongue and hand.
That's the way! Keep doing it!" Mark ordered as he and Loretta watched intently. "Bet you never thought you'd be eating your own brother!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Ellen groaned at the embarrassing remark. Tears of shame dripped down her cheeks as her brother's blood engorged cock expanded to fill her mouth with hot, hard meat. Her salivary glands were in high gear, lubricating his swollen battering ram with their slick and delightfully wet juices, and forcing her to swallow with a gulp every so often. Though she kept trying to remind herself that she was fellating her own brother, her clitoris was beginning to twitch and gushes of pussy juice were dribbling from her plump cuntal lips.
"Oh, how can you people do that to her?" Bill protested, squirming with arousal despite the guilt feelings that resulted from being so lewdly embraced by his very own sister.
"What are you complaining about?" Loretta asked, tapping the tormented youth's bare chest with her riding crop. "It's rather obvious that you appreciate what your sister's mouth is doing for you!"
"Ooooooh..." Bill wanted to reply to the insulting remark, but didn't know what to say. His prick was rock hard and pounding furiously, and his sister's tormenting mouth was driving him to distraction.
Repeatedly telling herself that she was being forced to do it and had no choice, Ellen bobbed her brunette head up and down on her brother's rigidly stiff prick. She could not resist flicking her tongue around with serpentine thrusts although she knew what effect that would have on him. Her fingers were caressing those portions of his hotly swollen cock that her hyperactive mouth couldn't reach, and his entire body was jerking with response.
"Your sister sure is a great cocksucker, ain't she?" Mark asked.
"Answer him!" Loretta demanded when there was no reply.
"Y-yes!" Bill finally stammered in a choking, hotly embarrassed voice.
Squirming around with her mouth impaled on her brother's magnificently swollen phallus, Ellen could barely resist fingering her feverish and hotly itching pussy. Her clitoris had expanded into female erectness and was quivering furiously, and warm gushes of feminine perfume were trickling down the insides of her thighs.
Mark signalled to Loretta and the latter proceeded to yank off Bill's blindfold. The young man caught his breath sharply at the sight of his own fully elongated cock inserted deeply into his sister's pretty mouth, and Ellen blushed even more hotly when she realized what had happened.
"Now that you've seen what a great cocksucker your sister is, maybe you'd like to bust her cherry for her!" Mark suggested with a lewd smile.
"WHAT?" Bill gasped.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Ellen shuddered, a chill of fright and excitement coursing through her vibrant young body.
"We saved her cherry just for you!" Mark explained with a chuckle.
"A guy can't do that to his own sister!" Bill protested with mounting horror.
"Sure he can!" Loretta joined in.
"It's no big deal," Mark went on. "Lots of guys bust their sister's cherry!"
"You two have got to be crazy!" Bill protested.
"It's time you two trade places!" Mark told them, pulling out a gun to make sure there would be no opposition. "Loretta, untie Bill and tie Ellen down in his place!"
"Sis, I don't know ... " Bill spoke with great distress as Loretta proceeded to carry out her comrade's instructions.
"They're forcing us, Bill, we don't have any choice!" Ellen replied, hoping that she didn't sound too compliant.
Although he kept trying to turn his head away, Bill watched with fascination as his shapely sister's naked body was tied supine and spread-eagled on the bed. With her smooth legs spread wantonly open, the delectable pink groove at the apex of her thighs was in full view in the furry brunette nest. The entire area was noticeably wet and the glittering hairs were matted and stuck together. Despite the fact that she was his own sister, Bill's rigid cock pounded all the more furiously at the inviting sight.
"Go on! Bust your sister's cherry!" Mark insisted, poking the gun in Bill's ribs.
The hapless teenager shook his head. "A guy can't do that to his own sister!" he protested. "It's ... it's incest!"
"Go on!" Loretta told him, slashing at his bare legs with the riding crop.
"Go on, look sit that cunt! You don't realize how lucky you are!" Mark tormented him.
Ellen was staring at her brother's lust-bloated prick with a mixture of desire and trepidation. Though lashed to the bed in the tightly spread-eagled fashion, the seductive young teenager was working her pelvis back and forth with movements that anticipated intercourse. "Come on, Bill they're forcing us!" she pleaded. "We don't have any choice! Get it over with!"
"Go on! You heard your sister! She's practically begging for it!" Mark urged the tormented youth.
Seeing no alternative, Bill crawled up on the bed between his sister's outspread legs.
"Loretta, help him get it started in her!" Mark suggested with an amused chuckle.
"I'm sorry, sis, I don't know what else to do!" Bill said as he mounted his sister's spread-eagled body.
"It's okay, let's get it over with!" Ellen replied. The prospect of being deflowered made her bite her lip with fright, although she could feel her vaginal walls itching with feverish expectation of fulfillment.
"Here, let me get it started!" Loretta suggested, reaching under Bill's naked body and grabbing his hotly swollen prick with her hand.
"Ooooooh!" Ellen gasped as she felt the sleek crown of her brother's rigid harpoon probing against her plump outer labia.
"Go on! Go on! Ram it in her!" Mark demanded in an excited voice. He was leaning forward to observe the defloration at first hand. "Bust her cherry!"
Bill squirmed forward and Loretta released her grip as his penile crown slid between his sister's plump, succulent pussy lips. Ellen gasped and caught her breath as she felt her brother's meaty cockhead poking its way into her wet interior.
"Go on! Go on!" Mark urged.
"Oh, it going to hurt!" Ellen cried out, clenching her teeth and fists in anticipation of the forthcoming rupture of her hymen
"I can't help it!" Bill told her. He could immediately sense the tightness of her juicy young twat as he thrust forward, stopping as he came into contact with the thin membrane that certified her sexual purity.
"Go on! Bust your sister's cherry!" Mark demanded in an impatient voice.
Tears welled in Ellen's eyes as she anxiously awaited the big moment. Her taut arms and legs were straining against the ropes that lashed her to the bed, and her lungs were gasping for air. "HURRY UP! I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER!" she finally screamed, breaking under the tension.
Bill hesitated and then thrust forward with all his might. Both of them were aware of the ripping sensation as his lust-swollen prick rammed through the flimsy barrier, tearing it aside and suddenly dilating her vaginal tract for the first time in her life.
"OWWWWW!" Ellen screamed with anguish as the knife-like thrust ripped her hymen to shreds. She could feel the gush of blood that signified the loss of her virginity, and for a moment nearly fainted at the intense stab of pain that surged through her midsection.
'There!" Mark announced, winking at Loretta. "The kid busted his own sister's cherry!"
Crying with a mixture of discomfort and excitement, Ellen found herself nearly crushed under her brother's muscular body. His hard, hot cock was jammed deep into her drooling pussy, forcing her vaginal walls far apart and scraping against her hotly agitated little clitoris. The initial stab of pain was already beginning to recede, and warm gushes of feminine honey were beginning to lubricate his deeply penetrating bayonet.
"Well, go on, fuck your sister!" Mark demanded. "Make her cum!"
Picking up her riding crop, Loretta slapped it smartly against Bill's bare bottom. "You heard him! Fuck her!" she ordered.
"Ow!" Bill gasped as the riding crop bit into his sensitive flesh. Given no choice in the matter, he began slowly pumping back and forth on top of his sister's body.
"Ooooh! Ooooooh, it hurts!" Ellen exclaimed as her brother's hotly swollen cockmeat slid to and fro in her tight young cunt. "Oooooooh!" She was clenching her teeth tightly and there was a look of distress on her pretty face.
"You'll get used to it, kid!" Mark told her. "Won't she, Loretta?" he added, winking at his partner. The two of them were watching the incestuous coupling with great interest.
"Make your sister cum or I'll really use this on your rear!" Loretta ordered, slapping Bill once again across the buttocks with the riding crop.
Trying as much as possible to ignore the two obnoxious spectators, Bill glided back and forth astride his sister's spread-eagled body. Bubbling gushes of ho creamy feminine dew poured over his hotly throbbing cock, reducing the friction and easing its passage in the tightly confined tunnel. Despite the fact that she was tied down tightly to the bed, Ellen was instinctive! thrusting her pelvis back and forth in response to his pumping movements.
"Ooooh! Ahhhhhh! Oooooooh!" Ellen gasped as the initial discomfort of the penetrating masculine thrusts began to be replaced by an exquisitely pleasant, hotly itching sensation. Her ultra-sensitive clitoris was becoming swollen and was twitching frantically each time his bone-hard prick scraped against it. The highly agitated girl kept telling herself that she shouldn't allow herself to surrender to such feelings with her own brother mounted on top of her, but the raw, physical sensations created by his hot, hard meat thrust deep into her yearning cunt were getting the best of her. "Ooooooh! Ahhhhh! Oh, it's ... Oooooh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Oooooooh!"
"She's getting turned on!" Mark remarked. "Why don't we untie her ankles so she can hook her legs around him?"
The two spectators quickly untied Ellen's slender ankles from the bedposts. The breathless teenager quickly wrapped her bare, smooth legs around her brother's thighs, and began moving her hips back and forth at a faster pace.
"Make her cum, Bill! Make her cum!" Loretta told him. "Make your sister cum! If you pop your cork too soon, I'll really let you have it!"
Threatened by Loretta's menacing words and at the same time tantalized by his sister's squirming body and hot cunt, Bill found himself tightly clenching his teeth as he rode back and forth at an accelerating pace. His weight was resting on her and he could feel her strawberry nipples scraping against his hairy chest as she responded to his masculine thrusts. The fact that he was participating in what amounted to the rape of his own sister was deeply disturbing, but he too had become the prisoner of the lustful pleasures he was experiencing.
"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Oooh, my! Ooooh!" Ellen gasped as she began breathing in a loud, passionate manner. Thoroughly tormented by the hotly burning itch that left her succulent pussy completely enflamed, she was lifting her hips high off the bed to meet her brother's forward thrusts. Highly pleasant but tormenting spasms were attacking her vaginal walls, contracting them and squeezing firmly against his sliding prick. Her clitoris felt like an over-ripe melon that would burst at any moment. "Oooooh! Ahhhh! Ooooh!
Ahhhhh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!"
"That's the way, kids!" Mark told the coupled pair.
Loretta had quietly brought out a camera and was discreetly photographing the two teenagers from various angles, making sure that their faces would be clearly discernible.
"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Ellen was becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment, and was yanking her hips back and forth quick, reflexive jerks. "Ooooooh! Ahhhhh! HARDER! I HAVE TO HAVE IT HARDER! HARDER! PLEASE!"
Bill stepped up the pace, repeatedly drawing back and thrusting forward in a powerful, driving manner that rammed his madly pulsating cock deep into his sister's pink tunnel. Her shapely legs tightly locked around him, Ellen responded by sharply arching her back and raising her hips, forcing him to press her down against the bed. A river of feminine honey was pouring over his thrusting prick, and her vaginal walls were sucking inward as if trying to pull him all the way inside her.
"HARDER, BILL, HARDER! FORGET I'M YOUR SISTER!" Ellen screamed. "I JUST HAVE TO HAVE IT! I'M GOING CRAZY!"
"Make her cum!" Mark yelled at Bill. "Make your sister cum!" Struggling to hold himself back as much as possible, Bill pumped and thrust with powerful drives that shoved his red hot poker in to the hilt. Beneath him Ellen let herself go completely and clung to him like an animal in heat. Her swollen clitoris was sending off sparks, and one hot burst of feminine syrup followed another.
"HARDER! HARDER! HURT ME, I DON'T CARE!" Ellen was too aroused to know what she was saying. "HARDER! HARDER! OOOOOOH! THIS IS HEAVEN! OH, IT'S WONDERFUL! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOH!"
"We got a couple of rabbits!" Loretta remarked as she set the camera aside.
"Make her cum! Make her cum!" Mark kept repeating. "Make your sister cum!"
Bill was throwing everything he had into it, plunging downward repeatedly on his sister's wildly squirming body with punishing strokes.
"OOOOH! I'M ... AHHHHHH! OHHHH! I'M GOING TO ... AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!" Her brunette head thrown back and her pretty face contorted with physical and emotional strain, Ellen found her careening dizzily toward the big moment. "AHHHHHHHH! I'M ... OOOOOH! OH, THIS IS ... AHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOH! AHHHHHHH..."
"Your sister's cumming! Your sister's cuming! Give it to her!" Mark cried out in an excited voice.
Bill drew back and plunged forward as if taking a dive off the high board. His furiously throbbing cock suddenly unleashed all of its pent-up force and voluminous bursts of hot, sticky cum suddenly began jetting into his sister's hungry cunt. His full weight collapsed down on top of her, nearly crushing her under him.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Ellen screamed and kicked her legs high in the air as the full force of an intense orgasm suddenly hit her. "AHHHHHHH! OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHHH!"
"Christ, the kid went off like a bomb!" Mark commented in an admiring voice.
Breathless and wallowing in the incestuous pleasures to which they had been introduced, the two teenagers were in no hurry to disengage.
"I'll bet you both are hoping that your old man won't be in too big a hurry to raise that ransom money!" Mark told them with an amused laugh.
CHAPTER 6
"Come on, mother, you've been in there long enough!" Harry McClintock called out, pounding on the bathroom door.
Wrapped in a large bath towel, Maureen emerged from the pleasant bathroom where she had been allowed to shower and get herself straightened up. The bathroom was next to a large bedroom and the attractive blonde matron instantly noticed the feminine garments spread out on the bed. A matching pair of black panties and brassiere were lying next to a bright red, satin garter belt which in turn was lying next to a pair of sheer black nylon stockings. A pair of bright green, spike-heeled pumps was on the floor next to the bed.
"Get dressed up, mother!" Harry ordered, pointing to the items on the bed.
"I don't understand why you want me to ... " Maureen spoke in a puzzled voice.
"Just do as I say!" Harry impatiently interrupted her.
"Well, are you just going to stand there and watch?" Maureen asked when he showed no inclination to leave. She could feel her cheeks growing quite warm.
"Yes," he replied quite simply. "Now hurry up! You're going to look real cute in that outfit!"
Blushing and quite flustered, Maureen let the towel drop to the floor. Reaching for the bright red garter belt, she quickly snapped it in place and picked up the panties. Though she was keeping her face averted, she could tell that her captor was feasting his eyes on her attractive figure as she hastily donned the black panties. Working quickly to minimize her exposure, she grabbed the brassiere and put it on.
'Take your time, mother, we got all day!" Harry told the hotly blushing woman. "Your husband's taking forever to raise that ransom money."
Wondering if the ordeal would ever come to an end, Maureen sat down on the side of the bed to put on the black stockings. "Do you have to watch me like that?" she asked in a highly uneasy voice as she smoothed the sheer nylons up her shapely legs and anchored them to the garter belt suspenders. Crossing first one leg and then the other, she slipped on the green pumps.
"Come with me!" Harry told her.
"But don't I get to put on a dress or anything?" Maureen asked with alarm.
"No," Harry replied. "I'm going to have you do some pin-up modeling for me!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Maureen protested as he escorted her out of the room.
He took her down the stairs to a well lit family room at the rear of the house.
"Now, sit down on the couch over there and cross your legs!" he told her, picking up a camera.
"Are you serious?" Maureen gasped, her mouth flying open with dismay when she saw the camera in his hand. "You can't take my picture like this!" she protested, hastily looking around for something to cover herself with.
"Smile for the birdie, mother!" Harry said with a smirk, quickly snapping a photo of the scantily-clad woman.
"Oh, what are you going to do with that picture?" Maureen demanded in a horrified voice.
"Just relax, mama, I'm going to make a whole set of pin-ups of you and there's nothing you can do about it!" Harry told her. "Now just pose like I tell you and keep your mouth shut!"
Indignant and embarrassed, Maureen haplessly posed as he demanded. Whistling and obviously enjoying her discomfiture, Harry walked around photographing her from various angles. He finally set the camera aside and lit up a cigarette.
"That's enough for now," he told her. "Course I'm going to take some beaver shots of you later on!"
Maureen had no idea what he meant. "Will you tell me if the kids are okay?" she asked. It was the first time she had dared bring the subject up since the unpleasantness of the day before.
Harry shrugged and grinned. "The kids are fine," he replied in a deliberately casual voice. "In fact, they're having a ball," he added with a chuckle.
"What do you mean by that?" Maureen asked.
"Here, I'll show you," he replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of the photographs Loretta had taken the day before. "Here, look at this!"
Maureen took one look at the pornographic photo of her own children and nearly fainted. Her eyes widened with horror, her nostrils flared and her mouth flew wide open. "OH, YOU HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE..." she raged at her captor. She wanted to rush at him but was too shocked to get to her feet. Instead, she took one more quick look at the photo and proceeded to tear it into tiny pieces. "OH, YOU VICIOUS, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PEOPLE!" she yelled.
Harry found her furious outburst quite amusing. "We got lots more pictures," he told her.
It was several minutes before Maureen calmed down enough to try to think rationally. "I suppose you're going to use those pictures to blackmail us some more," she said.
"That's sort of the idea, but there's more to it, as you'll find out soon enough," he told her. "Now, let's change the subject. Remember what happened yesterday when you refused to suck cock?"
Maureen shuddered and knew that her face was becoming quite red.
"Now, I don't think you're going to be so unreasonable any more, are you?" Harry asked.
Maureen gulped and slowly shook her head.
"Okay," he replied. "Now to prove that you're going to suck the cock of the first male that walks through that door!" he told her, pointing to the door.
Once again, Maureen gulped. She wanted to think but events seemed to be moving too swiftly for her and her mind was spinning with confusion.
"Now, maybe we'd better take some of those beaver shots I was telling ... " A knock on the door interrupted him. "Come in!" he said, leering at his unhappy and alarmed prisoner.
Clad in her riding outfit and equipped with her riding crop, Loretta appeared in the doorway. Behind her, led on a dog's leash, appeared Bill-naked, handcuffed with his wrists behind his back, and gagged with a rubber ball on a dowel stick!
"BILL!" Maureen screamed with horror at seeing her son being treated in such a degrading fashion. Yet at the same time it was something of a relief to see that he was still alive.
"Mmmmmmm!" Bill tried to respond but the gag silenced him. His eyes widened with surprise at seeing his mother attired in the sexy black undies, red garter belt and black stockings.
"What in the world are you two doing to him?" Maureen demanded. "What are all those red marks on his legs? Why won't you let him have anything to wear? That's a terrible way to treat someone!"
"Shut up, mother!" Harry told the outraged woman. Catching Loretta's eye, he motioned to a chair.
Flicking her riding crop against Bill's bare legs, Loretta led him over to the chair. "Sit down!" she told him in a curt, bossy voice.
Maureen watched the proceedings with complete dismay.
"Hey, your mom's kind of sexy don't you think?" Harry grinned wickedly at the helpless young man. "Don't those black stockings and undies do something for you?"
"Oh, how can you talk like that?" Maureen spat out the words furiously. It was horribly embarrassing to have everyone seeing her in such scanty attire, but there was nothing to cover herself with.
With Bill seated on the plain wooden chair with his handcuffed wrists thrown back over the chair, Loretta employed a short length of clothesline rope to tie his handcuffs to the chair.
"Now, what did I tell you about sucking cock, mother?" Harry suddenly asked.
Realization dawned slowly on the naive matron. "What?" she asked quietly before she realized what he meant. "WHAT? OH, NO! YOU CANT POSSIBLY MEAN ... HE'S MY OWN SON!! A WOMAN COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT FOR HER ... NEVER! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE ... I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! GO AHEAD AND KILL ME, I DON'T CARE..." The very idea was so staggering that she was nearly in a state of collapse.
"Mmmmmmm..."Despite his gag, Bill tried to join in the protest but stopped abruptly when Loretta shot him a warning glance.
"You're going to suck your son's cock, mother!" Harry told the distraught woman in a no-uncertain-terms voice. "You're gonna suck him until he cums!!"
'Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" Maureen protested. The hapless woman buried her blushing face in her hands and burst into loud sobs. "You can't make me do such a horrible, horrible thing! You just can't! He's my own son! A woman can't do something like that with her own son!"
"Let me tell you what's going to happen to you if you don't," Harry told the miserable woman. "I'm going to give you a spanking that's twice as hard as I did yesterday! And if that's not enough, Loretta here's got a bull dyke dildo that she'd just love to shove up your ass! Don't you, Loretta!"
"I sure do!" Loretta replied, rubbing her hands in a manner that made it quite clear that she would really enjoy putting the scantily-clad woman through her paces.
"Oh, no, no, no!" Maureen wept. She knew she had no choice but to capitulate to her captors' demands, but the very idea was totally devastating to her pride and self-respect. "Don't you realize what you're doing to usr she protested in a reproachful voice. "It'd never be the same between us again. Please, I'm his mother, don't you understand? His mother!"
"Go on! Quit stalling!" Harry told her in an angry voice.
"MMMMMMM..." Bill tried to protest through the rubber ball gag. "And don't try to hold back, sonny!" Harry turned on the seated youth. "Your job's to feed your mother a meat and cream sandwich, and if you try any monkey business I'll have Loretta take you out to the woodshed!"
"Don't worry," Loretta spoke up. "He'll come through for us!"
"Go on, mother!" Harry told the sobbing woman. "I'm gonna count to five..."
Keeping her face buried in her hands, Maureen slowly got to her feet. Her knees nearly buckled for a moment before she began making her way over to her son. Harry and Loretta watched with bemusement as the trembling, sobbing woman slowly dropped to a kneeling position between her son's outspread legs. Removing her hands from her face, the well-to-do matron gulped hard at the close-up sight of the teenage son's dangling prick.
"Mmmmmm..." Bill continued trying to protest through his gag, but there was nothing he could do but sit there frozen with embarrassment and shame at his mother's degradation.
"Put it in your mouth, mother!" Harry told her in a quiet determined voice. "You're gonna have to do it, so let's get it over with!"
Crying and deeply shamefaced, Maureen timidly extended her right hand and clasped Bill's sleekly supple young cock to tilt it upward to a more convenient angle. The teenage organ quickly began responding to the feminine touch and Maureen shuddered as she felt it elongating right in her hand.
"In your mouth!" Harry insisted, leaning forward to watch while at the same time signaling Loretta to pick up the camera.
"Oh, I'm so ashamed!!" Maureen uttered one final sob of complete despair and leaned forward with her mouth open.
Bill caught his breath and sat bolt upright in his chair as his mother's delectably wet mouth suddenly encircled the head of his vibrant young cock. To his great embarrassment, the result was an instant, fully mobilized erection!
"Ha! Ha!" Loretta and Harry both laughed at the young man's total inability to resist his mother's mouth.
"Nothing like mother's mouth, heh, kid?" Harry asked with a knowing smile.
Maureen wanted to die with shame when she found herself wantonly fellating her own son's magnificent young cock. At the same time, she found herself becoming quite exhilarated and aroused by the vile act that she was performing, so much so in fact that her pussy felt hot and sticky and her breasts were becoming taut. Although her arousal made her feel all the more guilty and ashamed, the hapless woman hastily rationalized that she was being forced to defile her mouth and had no control over the situation.
'That's the way, mother! Suck on it!" Harry instructed in a voice that indicated that he found the incestuous scene thoroughly exhilarating. "See how much of it you can get in your mouth!"
At the same time, Loretta quietly picked up the camera and began photographing the bizarre scene!
"Mmmmmm!" Bill tried to protest through his gag when he discerned what Loretta was doing.
"Shut up!" Harry told him, flashing a leering smile at the distressed youth. "Just lean back and enjoy being eaten by your mother!"
Stroking the lower portions of her son's firmly throbbing masculine sword in her small, soft hand, Maureen moved her mouth up and down in a twisting, tantalizing fashion. From time to time, she had to stop to swallow her rapidly gathering saliva, but managed to keep the hot, hard ramrod at least partially in her mouth. Though nearly sick with shame, she could feel her heart thumping with excitement as she caressed her son's magnificently swollen prick with the wantonness of a whore.
"Looks like mother's starting to enjoy herself!"
Harry observed with a lewd chuckle.
They're both enjoying it!" Loretta put in, flashing a wicked smile at Bill. "You just love being sucked by your mother, don't you?" she added.
"Mmmmmm!" Bill mumbled through the gag, glaring at the buxom blonde woman who had enslaved him.
Trembling with indignation, Maureen drew back until just the tip of her son's hotly swollen cock was between her lips. "You people are both degenerates!" she denounced them in an outraged voice. "You're going to get caught and put away! You'll see!"
"Just suck cock!" Loretta told her, reaching down and pushing her head forward.
Harry seemed to find the hapless woman's outrage quite amusing. "She's calling us degenerates and she's the one who's eating her own son's dick!" he remarked with a laugh.
Blushing and humiliated beyond description, Maureen allowed her mouth to slide down over her son's firmly pulsating prick. Its sleek hardness and the hotly coursing blood that filled it made her squirm in a manner that the tormented woman realized was quite shameful, and she could barely refrain from slipping a finger inside the leg band of her panties to console her feverishly twitching clitoris. Spasms of desire were irritating her cuntal walls and making her almost frantic with a mixture of lust and shame.
"Mmmmmm!" Bill tried to protest as his mother's tantalizing caresses began to get the best of him. The very idea of inseminating his own mother's mouth filled him with revulsion, yet at the same time he felt hopelessly trapped by his own carnal desires. The gasping and tormented youth could no longer hold still, and was working his pelvis back and forth with quick, jerky movements. His rigidly swollen cock felt as if it were going to burst at any moment!
"Getting to you, ain't she?" Harry asked with a wide grin. "You getting all of this, Loretta?" he added, glancing at the camera.
"I sure am!" the tough-looking blonde replied.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Maureen moaned as she anticipated the explosion that was obviously just over the horizon. The deeply humiliated and frightened woman wanted to flee, but at the same time found herself driven by strangely perverse desires that seemed to have taken full command of her tormented body. Her blonde head began bobbing insanely up and down in her son's lap, driving his wildly pounding cockmeat nearly into her throat! Although she was quite breathless and gurgling on her own saliva, she sucked at a progressively faster rate of speed.
"Look at that!" Harry remarked, leaning forward to observe the incestuous spectacle from an even better angle.
"Come on, give your mother a mouthful!" Loretta urged, gazing at Bill in a commanding fashion.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Squirming with a last-ditch effort to stave off the inevitable, Bill gazed at his captors with a look of anguish on his face.
"GO ON! CUM IN YOUR MOTHER'S MOUTH!" Harry yelled at the tormented teenager.
"GO ON! GIVE IT TO HER!" Loretta joined in. "CUM RIGHT IN HER MOUTH!"
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Maureen groaned as she wildly bobbed her blonde head up and down in her son's lap. Her panties were soaked with feminine cream and her clitoris was itching frantically. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
"GO ON! GO ON!" Harry and Loretta both yelled in unison, excited looks on their faces as they leaned forward to watch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" With a groan of despair and relief, Bill suddenly jerked bolt upright in his chair and shot his load right into his mother's mouth!
"UHHHHHHH!" As the initial blast of warm, thick semen splattered against the roof of her mouth, Maureen's blonde head instinctively snapped back. However, Harry quickly caught her head in both hands and forcibly held her in position, giving her no choice but to take her son's climax directly in her mouth!
"EAT IT, MOTHER! EAT IT!" Harry screamed at the distraught woman. "EAT IT!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mm mm mm mm mm!" Gurgling and at first nearly choking on the warm, milky fluids that were cascading into her mouth like a flash flood, Maureen found herself struggling for survival. Although she was fearful that she was going to strangle in the onrush of saliva and cum, at the same time the tormented woman was quick to discern the tangy, masculine taste of her son's surging semen! The delicious taste made her shiver all over and desire more, much more!
"That's the way, kid, give your mother a real mouthful!" Harry said as he continued holding Maureen's head in a firm grip.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Bill bit into his gag as his rampant penis unleashed one hot blast after another into his mother's defenseless mouth.
"Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" Her mouth filled to the brim with the heady masculine joy juice, Maureen had no choice but to swallowing it with clearly discernbile gulps. As her fear of choking began to subside, the tormented woman found herself shamelessly enjoying the lewd act she was performing. Her hands roamed over her own body with sensuous movements, and her clitoris felt hotly swollen. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm-mm! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
As several droplets of white cum trickled down Maureen's chin, Loretta snapped a close-up photo of the lewd scene. "That ought to prove real interesting!" she remarked in a pleased voice.
"There, wasn't that a nice snack, mother?" Harry asked with an amused smile as he at last released his grip on Maureen's head.
Gulping for breath and filled with shame, the attractive matron withdrew her mouth from her son's suddenly slack cock and lowered her head so that no one could see her face. "Oh, how could you possibly do such a thing to me?" she protested in a weak, breathless voice. "I'll never be the same after ... after..."
"Come on, mother!" Harry said, grabbing her arm to pull her up. "I want Loretta to snap some beaver shots of you!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Bill ineffectually tried to protest the indignity that was about to be inflicted on his mother.
Pulled to her feet, Maureen stood quaking before her tormentors.
"Take off your bra and pants!" Harry instructed. "But leave your garter belt and stockings on. You look great in them, doesn't she, Bill?"
"Ooooooooh!" Maureen gasped. "Please, for heaven's sakes! Haven't you done enough to us already?"
"I told you to take your bra and pants off, and I mean it!" Harry warned. "And stand facing that young man of yours while you do it! I want him to see what a really good looker he's got for a mamma!"
"OH, YOU FILTHY..." Maureen protested. "Oh, please, please, Bill, don't look! It's ... it's shameful!" Crying with shame, the hapless woman reached behind her back to unsnap the strap of her brassiere.
Loretta stepped behind Bill and ran her hands playfully over his bare shoulders. "Keep your eyes open, honey!" she teased in an amused voice. "Otherwise, Loretta will spank and you sure don't want that, do you?"
Squirming uncomfortably in the chair, the naked teenager watched as his blushing, shamefaced mother unsnapped her brassiere and permitted her plump, strawberry-crested breasts to tumble out into full view. Although he told himself not to watch, he could not take his eyes off the two jouncing feminine mounds and could feel a surge of blood stirring his inert cock.
Miserably trying to cover herself, with her hands, Maureen pulled the garment free and let it drop to the floor.
"Now your pants! Hurry up!" Harry directed.
"Oh, Bill, don't watch, for heaven's sakes!" Maureen protested in a deeply strained voice as she relucantly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her black panties.
Loretta's massaging fingers told him he had no choice in the matter, and though he didn't want to admit it to himself the young man knew that he really wanted to watch his shapely mother stripping off her panties.
"Quit stalling!" Harry demanded when Maureen found it almost impossible to perform the degrading task.
Uttering a choked cry, Maureen gave up and pulled down her panties, shriveling with humiliation as she felt her son's curious eyes focusing on her fluffy feminine nest. Trembling with shame, the attractive blonde pulled the panties down her legs and stepped out of them, inadvertently exposing herself all the more as she did so. Dropping the panties, she quickly placed both hands in front of herself to shield her bush as much as possible.
"Come on, mamma, don't be so modest!" Harry chided the deeply embarrassed woman. Take your hands away!"
Crying softly and blushing beet red, Maureen complied. Standing with her hands at her side and attired only in bright red garter belt, black nylon stockings and spike-heeled green pumps, she could feel everyone's eyes enjoying the sight of her brazenly displayed body. Worst of all, she could sense that her own son was simply feasting his eyes on her pendulous bosom and fur-lined cuntal groove!
"Come over here!" Harry said, taking her by the arm. "Loretta, got some film in that camera?"
"Oh, no, no, no!" Maureen protested when she realized their vile purpose. "Oh, God, no, I couldn't stand to have myself photographed like that! It's indecent! Oh, please, please!"
Despite her wretched tears and pleas, the unhappy woman was posed for a set of highly compromising beaver shots with her shapely, stocking-clad legs wantonly wide open. Harry positioned her in different poses while Loretta moved around shooting from various angles.
"Hey, look at this!" Harry suddenly shouted. "Bill's got himself a terrific hard-on staring at his mother's beaver!"
Squirming in his chair with his handcuffed wrists thrown over the back, the well-built teenager could in no way conceal his pounding erection! Maureen's eyes opened wide with dismay as she discerned the effect her own indecent posing had had on her son, and Loretta broke into a wide grin.
"Oh, Bill!" Maureen's voice reflected the state of shock that was coming over her.
"If he wants to fuck his mother that bad, I don't see why we shouldn't let him!!" Harry spoke with great amusement.
"OH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE CRAZY!" Maureen screamed at him. "HE'S MY OWN SON! I'M HIS MOTHER! WE COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! OH, THIS IS TERRIBLE!!" A crazed look of horror on her face, the distraught woman backed against one wall and hastily looked around for an escape route.
Picking up her riding crop again, Loretta strode over to the chair where Bill was embarrassedly seated. "On your feet!" the blonde dominatrix demanded, slashing him across the shoulders with the riding crop. "Go on! Go over there and fuck your mother!"
Standing up and looking thoroughly sheepish about the jutting erection that proved his attraction for his mother, the tormented young man hesitated and also tried to look around for a way to escape.
"Go on! Go on!" Loretta ordered, slapping his exposed thighs with the riding crop. "You're going to fuck your mother!"
Grimacing at the stinging blows and trying to speak through the gag in his mouth, the aroused youth gazed at his mother's shapely figure and slowly started advancing toward her!
"OH, NO, NO, NO!" Maureen screamed and backed against the wall. "OH, NO, BABY, YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME! YOU CANT RAPE YOUR MOTHER! YOU CANT! OH, PLEASE, OH, MY GOD! OH, NO! NO! NO!" Her fully dilated eyes were staring with total horror at her son's cement-hard and outthrust cock, and she was feverishly biting her fingernails.
"Go on! Fuck her!" Loretta urged, walking behind the naked young man and continually flicking his legs with the riding crop.
"OH, NO, BILL! BILL! NO! NO! YOU CANT POSSIBLY DO SUCH A THING TO YOUR OWN MOTHER!" Maureen screamed as he came closer. She was gasping for breath and squirming in a manner that made her melony breasts jounce up and down all the more provocatively. "OH, NO! I BEG YOU! DON'T STICK THAT BIG ... IN YOUR MOTHER'S . .
"Aw, quit carrying on so!" Harry curtly told the nearly hysterical woman. T can see your cunt's just drooling to have that big banana in it!"
"OH, YOU VICIOUS, CRUEL..." Maureen screamed at her captor. To make it worse, she knew that he was right and that she really was in fact highly stimulated at the prospect of being impaled on her adolescent son's massive battering ram! Hot, highly perfumed gushes of feminine honey were bubbling through her petulant pussy lips and trickling down the insides of her legs.
Preceded by his wildly pounding, lust-swollen cock, Bill stepped up to his highly distraught mother.
"Spread your legs for him!" Harry yelled at the frantic woman. "Then grab him with your arms and legs!"
"OH, NO, THIS IS JUST DREADFUL!" Maureen screamed as she felt her son's towering body taking command of her. Nevertheless, she opened her legs and clutched at his shoulders with both hands.
"Get the camera!" Harry hastily told his companion. "We're gonna see some good motherfucking!"
Fully aroused and knowing he had no choice anyway, Bill dipped his knees slightly and brought his rock hard cock into alignment with his mother's sopping wet and overheated cunt. Her plump bosom scraped his bare chest as he leaned well forward and suddenly raised himself up with all the force he could muster.
"EEEEEEEK!!!" Maureen emitted a bloodcurdling scream of pain and degradation as her son's blood-swollen prick viciously sliced through her yielding cunt like a rapier! The force lifted her feet off the floor and forced her back against the wall in a manner that nearly knocked the breath out of her, and she suddenly found herself clinging to him with all four limbs. "OWWWWWWWW! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, a look of anguish on her distraught face.
"Fuck your mother, kid! Fuck her hard! She needs it!" Harry told the young man.
"OH, YOU'RE HURTING ME! TAKE IT OUT!" Maureen screamed, twisting like a worm as she found herself fully impaled on her son's thick, cement-hard pile driver. The blood-engorged masculine ramrod was thrust all the way in to her cervix, splitting her vaginal tract wide open. Fresh cloudbursts of feminine honey were inundating the area and thoroughly greasing his pounding cock for the ride ahead.
Despite his mother's agitated protests, Bill began thrusting back and forth with masculine strokes. Given no choice in the matter, Maureen held on with her arms and stockinged legs wrapped tightly around him.
"OOOOH! OOOOOH, NO! OOH, IT HURTS! OH, WHAT A DISGRACE, BILL!" Maureen carried on, her voice mixing excitement with shame and distress. "DON'T YOU REALIZE ... OOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOH, MY! HOW CAN YOU FUCK YOUR OWN MOTHER LIKE ... OOOOOOH! OOOOOOH!"
Her riding crop tucked under her arm, Loretta was busy photographing the mother-son fucking scene at various angles, making sure that the participants' faces were clearly discernible.
Tuck her! Fuck her, kid!" Harry kept urging the well built teenager on. "Make your mother cum! She loves it!"
"OH, YOU FOUL..." Maureen cried out in rage at her tormentor. "Oh, Bill, please it hurts! You shouldn't fuck your own mother! You shouldn't! Oh, it'd be terrible if you came inside me! OOOOOH! Oh, please stop before it's too late!"
"Don't pay any attention to her!" Harry warned the husky youth.
Thoroughly tantalized by his mother's hot, hungry cunt and slippery body, and knowing that her protests were largely feigned, Bill kept thrusting with powerful strokes that kept her back forced tightly against the wall. Each time he drove forward he could feel her cuntal walls sucking and grabbing at his swollen prick as if trying to swallow it completely. Both of them were short of breath and their squirming bodies felt as hot as fire against one another. f
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Bill strained and bit against his gag as he slammed against his mother's yielding body.
"OOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!" Maureen valiantly tried to fight against the forbidden pleasures that were tempting her, but was inexorably succumbing to them. The interior walls of her cunt were aflame and almost boiling over, while her tiny love button was almost painfully swollen. "OOOOOOH, NO, HONEY, STOP NOW BEFORE ITS TOO LATE! OH, PLEASE, WE CANT LET OURSELVES ... OOOOOOH! IT'S GOING TO BE YOUR RESPONSIBILITY IF WE ... OOOOOOH! I CAN'T STAND MUCH MORE OF THIS ... AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH!"
"Fuck your mother! Fuck her!" Harry yelled. "Make her cum! Make your mother cum!"
"Oh, don't do it, Bill! Don't!" Maureen shuddered as she spoke. "OOOOHH! OOOOOH! OOOOOOH! STOP, NOW! PLEEEESE!"
Totally disregarding his mother's last-second pleas, Bill pumped all the harder. His powerful thigh and pelvic muscles drove his wildly throbbing cock deep into her drooling cunt time after time, and he could feel her fingernails clawing deep into his bare flesh as she held on frantically.
"OOOOOH, NOOOOOOO!" Maureen screamed with distress as she found herself surrendering completely to the incestuous assault. "OH, I CANT TAKE IT! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOH, I'M GOING CRAZY! OH, YOU SHOULDN'T ... AHHH! OOOOOOOH! AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOH, THIS IS ... OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHH!"
"Now you got her going!" Harry told the highly aroused teenager. "Make her cum! Make her cum!"
"AHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH!" Maureen began gasping in a loud, passionate and totally abandoned manner. Her blonde head thrown back as far as possible with a look of total rapture on her face, the distraught woman wriggled with snake-like movements as her son's elongated pole thrust back and forth like a powerful jackhammer. "OOOOH! I ... OH, MY! OOOOOOH! I'M ... OH, WE SHOULDN'T OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! I'M SO ASHAMED OF MYSELF ... OOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH! AHHHHHHH! CAN'T YOU GET YOUR PRICK IN ANY DEEPER? CAN'T YOU? OOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOHHHH ... "
"Listen to her!" Loretta remarked with a laugh as she finally set the camera aside.
'The kid's gonna make his mother cum all right!" Harry predicted confidently.
Maureen was too far gone to hear their remarks. "OOOOOH! Ahhhhhhh! OOOOH! OOOOOH, MY!" the deeply aroused woman gasped as she clung desperately to her son's hard masculine body. Reflexive spasms were beginning to torture her hotly enflamed cunt, and rivers of feminine syrup were pouring over his rapidly thrusting prick. "OOOOOOH! I'M ... OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOH! OH, MAKE ME CUM! MAKE YOUR MOTHER CUM! OOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOH ... "
Clawing and scratching, Maureen arched her back away from the wall in a frantic effort to permit the deepest possible penetration. Each upward stroke of his powerful young cock sent shivers of ecstasy racing through her body, and it seemed just impossible to get it in deep enough. Her mind was reeling and the thought that it was her own son who was producing such a wanton reaction was, for the moment at least, very much in the background.
"OOOOOOH! A AHHHHHHH! I'M ... I'M GOING TO ... AHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOH..." Maureen found herself totally surrendering to the bliss of the moment.
With perfect timing, Bill drove his lust-bloated cock to the very nether depths of his mother's frantic cunt and exploded with a vivid artillery barrage of hot semen!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Maureen screamed as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Her agitated body froze for a moment and then dissolved in violent spasms that felt as if they were going to tear her apart. Her eyes were closed and an expression of radiant bliss came over her face as she began wallowing in the sinful pleasures of the orgasm that had been inspired by her own son's magnificent prick. "OOOOOOOOOOOH ... OOOOOOOOOH ... I CAN'T BELIEVE ... AHHHHHHHHH ... "
"Wow, look at those two!" Loretta remarked as she and Harry stood watching the struggling mother-son twosome. "I wonder how many people ever get to see a kid screwing his own mother?"
"That gives me an idea!" Harry replied. "I'll bet there's quite a few people who'd like to see something like that!"
CHAPTER 7
"How'd you like to see a movie where a kid makes it with both his mother and sister?" Harry McClintock asked his two confederates.
Mark shrugged and took another puff on his cigarette. "You wouldn't have any way of knowing whether it was really his mother and sister," he pointed out.
"Ah, but in this case you would," Harry replied. "As soon as we let our visitors go, their pictures are going to be on the front page of every newspaper in the country. That way, anybody seeing a picture of young Bill Kemper screwing his mother would know it was the genuine thing."
"You mean you want to make a movie to blackmail old man Kemper some more?" Loretta asked.
"If he wants to pay to get it out of circulation, that's up to him," Harry told her. "But the idea is to run off some prints and sell them at very good prices to any connoisseurs who want to see some really genuine incest!"
"But what if our visitors refuse to go along with the idea?" Mark asked skeptically.
"They won't have any choice," Harry bluntly replied. "Now, Mark, I want you to round up some movie equipment. And, Loretta, you get some sexy outfits for our two actresses. I've already got the script worked out in my head, and I'll take care of teaching the roles!"
Within an hour, all three participants in the proposed pornographic movie had been informed of the matter. As might be expected, Maureen reacted the most, crying and bitterly railing at her captors for inflicting such degradation on them. But after allowing her to carry on for some time, Harry quickly convinced her that her safety and that of the children would depend on her complete cooperation. Knowing that she had no choice, Maureen haplessly agreed to cooperate.
It took Mark a day to line up the proper movie equipment and sufficient lighting. The living room was selected for the studio, with the action to be featured around a couch and a large, brightly colored fuck rug placed in front of it. After spending some time coaching the three participants, omitting various details so that the action would be more spontaneous, Harry decided to shoot the movie the following day.
"Sit on the couch, kid!" Harry directed Bill as the teenager was escorted into the living room.
The young man blinked at the bright lights, and seated himself on the couch. Despite the lights he could see that his two male captors were both carrying sidearms, and that it would be quite impossible to put up any resistance.
"Let's go!" Harry directed. "Aim the camera to catch Ellen as soon as she comes through the door. Okay, Loretta, send her in."
The door opened and Ellen uncertainly made her way into the room. The shapely brunette teenager was attired in a bright green micro-mini dress that completely failed to cover the tops of her sheer brown stockings, leaving a dazzling gap of bare white thigh on full display! The brazenly short outfit made her blush prettily and tug ineffectually at the hem of the dress.
"Ellen!" Bill gasped in genuine dismay at the sight of his older sister in the sexy outfit that Loretta had provided her with.
"Go on! You know what you have to do!" Harry directed the embarrassed teenager. "Go over to your brother and see if there's anything in his pants that might interest you!"
Ellen hesitated and, aware that three pairs of masculine eyes were intently riveted upon her dark brown stocking tops and bare thighs, slowly began walking over to the couch. Although embarrassed to death, as instructed she managed to smile provocatively at her brother as she slowly sank to a kneeling position between his outspread legs.
"Bring the camera in close after she gets it out!" Harry whispered to his companion.
Rolling her pink tongue over his lips in a teasingly expectant manner, Ellen reached for her brother's fly and began fumbling to get it open. The sight of his sister in the micro-mini had already produced a noticeable effect, and the contact of her hands against the front of his slacks was sufficient to do the rest. As Ellen succeeded in pulling his zipper down, Bill's rock hard, wildly pulsating cock sprang out into full view!
"Ooooh!" Ellen gasped and her eyes widened with interest as she caught sight of her brother's fully elongated and swollen penis.
Squirming with girlish excitement, the attractive teenager paused just long enough to brush her long brunette hair back out of the way and impulsively leaned forward to fellate her well-built brother! Grasping the thick trunk of his bulging cock in her soft hand and tilting it forward to just the right angle, she quickly opened her pretty mouth and plunged it down over the silken head.
"Ahhhhh!" Completely oblivious to the whirring camera, Bull sucked in his breath sharply as his sister's wetly delicious mouth suddenly encircled his hotly throbbing cock.
"Go on! Love it! Show him how beautiful you think it is!" Harry directed.
Ellen did exactly that. Holding the base in her hand, the shapely brunette lovingly kissed and licked her brother's bright red and powerfully swollen cock all over, plunging it deep into her mouth from time to time and then kissing and licking it some more. Thoroughly tormented by his sister's eager oral caresses, Bill could not refrain from jerking his pelvis back and forth while emitting grunts and gasps that clearly demonstrated the effect she was having on him.
"Loretta, send her in!" Harry called out after the camera had filmed the incestuous scene at various angles.
The side door opened and Maureen walked into the room. The attractive blonde was attired in a white blouse, short navy blue skirt that ended several inches above her knees, black stockings and high heeled pumps. Her blonde hair was done up in a bun at the nape of her neck, and she was heavily made up.
"OOOOH!" Although she knew what to expect, Maureen gasped with horror at the sight of her two teenage children engaged in the degenerate act of fellatio. Her' blood suddenly went cold and she could feel her heart beginning to thump wildly.
"Mother!" Ellen gasped, jumping to her feet and looking delightfully embarrassed at having been caught with her brother's cock in her mouth.
"Can't let the kids get by with that, can you?" Harry taunted the older woman. "You know what you have to do!"
Grimfaced, Maureen began walking toward the couch. On the way she picked up a solid wooden hairbrush that had been thoughtfully placed on a small coffee table beforehand. Bill made room for her on the couch by standing up beside his sister, who quickly cupped one small hand over his jutting erection. Maureen seated herself on the couch, looking more than a little flustered as she could not prevent her short navy skirt from riding up to reveal the darker bands of her sheer black nylon stockings and a glimpse of bare thigh.
"Here!" Maureen directed, motioning to Ellen.
"Mother!" Ellen protested, looking around at the others. The cute teenager wasn't sure whether her mother was serious or was simply play-acting.
"Go on, kid! We haven't got all day!" Harry directed the confused girl.
Biting her lip and looking more than a little concerned, Ellen slowly wiggled over to her mother with her hands clutching at the hem of her green mini. As the long-haired brunette collapsed face down over her mother's lap, her abbreviated dress rode up to reveal stocking-clad legs and bright yellow panties that were barely able to contain her voluptuous young bottom. Mark quickly moved the camera in position to catch the spanking to come.
"Mother, you're not going to spank me, are you?" Ellen asked in a suddenly alarmed voice. "Oh, please, not too hard!" she added as she began to realize that the script apparently called for her to be spanked.
With Ellen's green mini flipped back far enough to reveal her narrow waist, Maureen reached for the waistband of Ellen's cute yellow panties.
"OH, MOTHER, NO!" Ellen squealed as she realized what her mother intended to do.
Redfaced and wriggling with girlish shame, Ellen felt her flimsy panties departing from her softly rotund posterior. Standing a few feet away with his throbbing erection still poking out of his fly, Bill watched intently as his older sister's delectably spankable bottom came into full view. The rippling muscles in both curvaceous cheeks revealed the shapely teenager's anxious expectation as her mother pulled the panties down below the tops of her stockings.
"Oh, please, mother, not too hard!" Ellen tried to whisper to her mother so that the others would not hear.
With the decks cleared for action, Maureen picked up the solid hairbrush and took careful aim. Whack! The wooden hairbrush landed squarely on Ellen's exquisitely soft right buttock.
"OWW!" Ellen shrieked with surprise and pain. "NOT SO HARD!" Her stockinged legs flew up and her cute bottom twitched with a frantic jerk at the sharp stab of pain.
Smack! This time Maureen applied the hairbrush to the opposite cheek.
"YEOW!" Ellen squealed, a grimace of pain appearing on her pretty face. "Please, mother, it hurts!" she added with genuine distress.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Holding her squirming daughter firmly around the waist, Maureen applied the oval-shaped hairbrush with crisp, authoritative strokes. Each smack flattened the resilient flesh and sent reverberations rippling in all directions, and was instantly followed by a loud soprano yelp and even more frantic squirming and kicking from the distressed teenager. Swinging her stockinged legs merrily back and forth, Ellen knew only too well that masculine eyes were feasting on her glittering cuntal slit.
"Oww! Please, mother, this is embarrassing! Owww! Not so hard! Ouch, please! That's enough!" Ellen cried out, tears trickling down both cheeks. "Ouch! Owww! Owww! Oooh! Oh, no, please, that's enough!! Ouch! Ooooh! OooooooohM"
Deeply shocked by the sight of her own daughter performing fellatio, although she knew that the poor girl really had no choice in the matter, Maureen could not resist the opportunity to chastise her bare buttocks quite soundly. As a result, the hairbrush continued to rise and fall with a thoroughness and regularity that quite dismayed the hapless girl. Breaking into sobs of shame and pain as the hard-backed brush sent the temperature in her pretty bottom soaring, Ellen frantically squirmed and tried to reach back to defend her hotly throbbing hindquarters. From his vantage point a few feet away, Bill found himself with an even more frantically pulsating erection as he watched his sister's lush buttocks turning a bright scarlet
"Owww! Please, mother! That's enough! You're hurting me!" Ellen protested between sobs of pain. "Ouch! I'm on fire! Oh, this is just dreadful! Oooooh! Ouch! Oooooh! Ooooooooh! Ouch! On, no! Please! Please!"
"There!" Maureen announced with a satisfied voice as she applied the final spank.
Released from her mother's firm grip, Ellen instantly leaped to her feet and went into her war dance. At times nearly tripping on her lowered yellow panties, the tearful girl pranced around the room with both hands furiously consoling her blazing, throbbing bottom. She was much too worked up to realize what a show she was putting on for everyone.
"You're next!" Maureen told her son. The attractive blonde society matron looked quite flushed and exhilarated from the spanking she had just administered.
"Me? Bill looked thoroughly surprised. His eyes swept over his mother's attractive lap, where her blue skirt and ridden well over the tops of her tautly drawn black stockings. Having been thoroughly indoctrinated by Loretta in the masochistic pleasures of lying over a nylon-clad lap for erotic chastisement, he was not about to offer any resistance.
"Yes," Maureen told him. Take off all your clothes first!"
As Ellen continued to dance around the room vigorously rubbing her blistered bottom, Bill quickly disrobed and stretched out naked over his mother's beautiful lap. Both of them were keenly aware of his rock hard, firmly throbbing cock pressing against her nylons. WHACK! Maureen didn't waste a second applying the hairbrush to her son's bare bottom.
"OW!" Bill yelped more with surprise than pain as he discovered that his mother was quite capable of wielding a hairbrush with authority.
Smack! Maureen applied the second spank to the opposite cheek and low, where it would sting the most.
"Yipe!" Bill howled. Take it easy, mom! That thing hurts!"
But Maureen was in no mood to take it easy. In fact, she was becoming quite aroused by the unusual opportunity of being allowed to spank her two physically mature and attractive teenagers, and Bill's stiff prick rubbing against her thighs added fuel to the fire that was beginning to ignite her drooling pussy!
Whack! Smack! Whack! Maureen began putting the hairbrush to Bill's bare bottom with firm snaps of her wrists, spreading the spanks around in an irregular pattern that made it impossible to know where the next would land. As embarrassing as it was to react to his mother's hair-brushing, the well build young man nevertheless howled and tossed about on her lap.
"Owww! Hey, mom, come on! Be reasonable! Ouch!" Bill exclaimed, grimacing each time the brush made contact with his bare flesh. "Owww! Please! That's enough! Ouch! Owwww!"
Maureen would have liked to have spanked him much longer and harder, but was becoming much too stimulated for such indirect gratification. Whack! She applied the hairbrush directly across the crevice of Bill's bottom just as hard as she could and held it there.
"OWWW!" Bill squealed, his eyes involuntarily becoming moist and his body jerking spasmodically as a jolt of pain shot through his rearend.
"Now stretch out on your back on that rug!" Maureen directed.
"Anything you say, mom!" Bill replied, relieved at being able to escape from that severe hairbrush. Jumping up, the highly aroused young man quickly stretched out supine on the brightly colored fuck rug.
Requiring no direction from the film crew, Maureen quickly began disrobing. Her high heels, white blouse and navy skirt quickly came off, and she paused for a brief moment attired in black stockings and white garter belt, panties and brassiere. Her eyes fastened on her son's stiffly rigid prick, the highly flushed woman quickly peeled off her bra and panties and tossed them aside. Stepping quietly in her stocking feet on the rug, she stood directly astride Bill in a position that enabled him to look directly up into her voluptuous cunt!
"Mother, what are you..." Ellen asked in a puzzled voice. Following her mother's example, she had pulled off her yellow panties and green mini and was attired only in her dark brown stockings and garter belt.
Without further ado, Maureen began lowering herself to a kneeling position astride Bill's upturned face! The young man found himself staring intently up into his mother's vividly pink crease as she squirmed and wriggled to bring herself directly down upon him. Her nylon-clad knees brushed against his shoulders as her plumply rounded feminine bottom began blocking out his vision almost completely.
"Mother!" Ellen gasped as she watched her mother sitting down right on her brother's face!"I can't believe..."
A highly flushed look on her face, Maureen spread her knees wide apart as she seated herself directly on Bill's face. The young man squirmed as he found his mother's wet pussy and sticky pubic hairs tightly plastered against his face, making it more than a little difficult for him to breathe. Slotting his nose between the crevice of her spacious buttocks, he extended his tongue and began using it as a ladle to extract her warm feminine fluids.
"Ooooooh!" Maureen's mouth formed into a wide oval and her entire body jerked as she suddenly felt her son's extended tongue caressing her pink groove.
"Mother ... you ... cunnilingus!" Ellen gasped in dismay as she stood there watching her mother using her brother's head as a throne for her royal bottom.
"Shut up, Ellen, and suck!" Maureen curtly told the astonished girl.
Tossing her long brunette hair back out of the way, Ellen instantly dropped to her knees and attacked her brother's lust-bloated prick with her hungry mouth. With his vision completely sealed off by his mother's outspread buttocks, Bill twitched spasmodically as he suddenly felt his sister's eager little mouth surrounding his madly pulsating cock. Ellen quickly worked the thick muscle just as far into her mouth as she possibly could, and began sucking on it with noisy slurps. Her busy fingers quickly found his balls and began gently fondling them.
"Oooh! Ahhh! Ooooh! Ahh! That's the way!" Maureen instantly found all her inhibitions dissolving as she felt her son's fully extended tongue burrowing its way into her feminine sweetmeats. "Oooooh! AHHH! Oooooh! Oh, my!"
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Nearly smothered beneath his mother's squirming buttocks and fighting for each breath of air, Bill nevertheless managed to insert his tongue into her slippery cuntal groove and began flicking it back and forth as best he could. Warm feminine honey poured out over his face and into his mouth in a manner that at time gave him an almost drowning sensation. At the same time, Ellen's busy mouth and tongue were eagerly caressing his feverishly palpitating cock in a manner designed to drive him frantic.
"Oh, wow! That's great!" Maureen exclaimed, her blonde head thrown back rapturously. "Suck your mother! Suck her dry! Oh, wow! Ooooh, that's beautiful! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Becoming completely carried away, the attractive housewife bounced up and down on her son's face, at times lowering her weight completely on him and grinding downward in a smothering manner. Her ultra-sensitive clitoris was twitching frantically and hot spasms were shooting through her entire vaginal canal, and she was panting in a manner that emphasized the lush fullness of her plump, scarlet-tipped breasts.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Stretched out at right angles to her brother's naked body with her stocking-clad legs extended, Ellen was thoroughly enjoying her hot bananasnack. Keeping his firmly throbbing cockmeat deep in her mouth, she sucked intently on it with cheeks collapsing inward. Her busy tongue roamed along the exquisitely ticklish underside, tormenting each sensitive nerve-end. At times she twisted her head to one side, allowing the bloated organ to press outward against one cheek.
"Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! Oooooooh! Oh, that's the way!" Maureen gasped. "Keep sucking! Don't stop! Oooooh! Ahhhhhh! Ooooh! Oh, does that ever feel wonderful! Ooooh! Oh, I should have tried this a long time ago! Ooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooooh!"
Doubly tormented by his mother and sister, Bill jerked and squirmed around under them. Although he managed to keep his tongue inserted deep in his mother's hotly drooling cunt, he was completely breathless and constantly struggled for air beneath her grinding, rolling, gyrating buttocks. At the same time, Ellen's highly talented mouth and tongue were torturing his hotly aching penis in a manner designed to quickly overwhelm him.
"OOOOH! AHHHHH! I'M CUMMMM ... OOOOOOOH!" Maureen found herself falling victim to a rapidly approaching orgasm. "OOOOOH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH! OH, GOD ... AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH ... OHHHHH, I CANT HELP ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Arching her back and throwing her blonde head back, the distraught woman emitted a loud, soprano scream and began creaming all over her son's face! Nearly drowning and smothering under his shapely mother's voluptuous buttocks, Bill jerked spasmodically and sent his hot semen jetting wildly into his sister's eagerly awaiting mouth. Ellen's head snapped back instinctively, but she quickly caught herself and hungrily began sucking out the deliciously thick, milky cum with greedy slurping noises that were clearly audible around the room. "AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Leaning back and thoroughly relishing her vivid orgasm to the fullest, Maureen rested her weight entirely on Bill's face, nearly mashing him under wet feminine meat and a rich harvest of thoroughly soaked feminine hair. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! AH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Ellen lewdly smacked her lips as she savored her brother's hot, creamy cum. Her throat muscles working noticeably, the excited teenager kept the spurting organ deep in her eager mouth as she swallowed the voluminous gobs of masculine cream as if she were simply starving.
Look at that, Harry muttered to himself. This is one movie that doesn't need a director.
As Maureen at last lifted her buxom bottom from Bill's face, the red-faced and thoroughly breathless young man struggled to get some air back into his aching lungs. At the same time, Ellen deftly employed her tongue to lap up the final residue of white frosting from her brother's slackening prick.
"Let's trade places, mom!" Ellen suggested, a teasing smile on her face.
"Let me catch my breath first!" Bill protested.
"I'll count to three, but I can't wait!" Ellen said as she proceeded to crawl into a kneeling position astride her brother's face. "My pussy's really itchy. One ... two ... "
As Ellen began the countdown with her brother gazing upward at her pink cuntal groove, Maureen stretched out on one elbow at right angles to his body and tilted his inert cock toward the ceiling.
"Three!" Ellen announced with a delighted cry.
Just as Ellen sat down plop right on her brother's face, Maureen leaned forward and slipped the crown of his sleek penis into her wet mouth! The dual effect of suddenly being fellated by his mother while his sister's moist pussy squirmed around on his face produced a spasmodic jerk from the supine young man, who quickly extended his tongue to flick it against his sister's plump cuntal groove.
"EEEK!" Ellen emitted a high-pitched squeal of surprise and delight as she suddenly felt her brother's tongue servilely caressing her feminine gash. "OH, WOW!" she added, her long brunette hair flying as she threw her head back and let her weight sink down firmly over his face.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Bill tried to protest the nearly smothering effect of his sister's cutely rotund bottom, but never got the words out.
As Ellen wriggled and bounced up and down on her brother's face, Maureen sucked lovingly on the head of his supple penis and continually pulled and stroked on the trunk with one hand. It took her only moments to get the blood flowing in the right direction again, and the youthful masculine weapon quickly began to expand and harden.
"Oh, wow, mom, you're really getting to him!" Ellen remarked as she watched Bill's cock expanding to its full potential. Her breasts jouncing prettily, the shapely teenager squirmed seductively as she felt her brother's tongue slicing into the wet interior of her juicy young cunt. "Oh, wow, Bill, I can feel your tongue in there! Wow, I can feel it! Ooooooh!"
As his sister's hotly perfumed juices inundated his face with one gush after another, Bill pressed his nose tightly into the crevice of her cute bottom and strove to tongue wash her inner labia and fluttering clitoris. At the same time, he could feel his throbbing cock becoming rock hard from his mother's tantalizing oral caresses. The blindfold-effect created by his sister's rotund bottom seemed to make him all the more aware of his mother's darting tongue and coaxing hand.
"Oh, wow, this is really something!" Ellen exclaimed in an excited voice. "I never thought I'd have my own brother eating me!"
Feeling her son's magnificent young prick becoming as hard as steel right in her mouth, Maureen found herself itching feverishly to get that hard slab of meat in her cunt. As she sucked audibly with drawn-in cheeks, the shapely blonde matron found herself squirming and playing with her wet groove with one hand. Finally, she could no longer resist the temptation and began scrambling to a kneeling position.
"Hey, mom, what are you doing?" Ellen asked, still grinding her wet pussy around on her brother's face.
"You'll see!" Maureen replied. Kneeling astride Bill's supine figure with her back to Ellen, the shapely blonde housewife grabbed his madly pulsating prick and aligned it with the plump outer lips of her cuntal groove. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped with relief as she settled down over it, feeling the hard meat expand her hungry vagina to the limit. "Ooooooooooooh, that's better! Oh, my!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up brightly and a blissful expression suddenly appearing on her hotly flushed face.
"Hey, let's really give him a ride!" Ellen spoke up in an excited voice.
Moving around simultaneously, the two attractive females began grinding their buxom hips around astride their supine masculine partner. His tongue constantly at work on his older sister's delightfully wet pussy, Bill once again found himself struggling valiantly to control himself under the double feminine assault. Becoming thoroughly aroused by the incestuous three-way sex, Maureen and Ellen repeatedly squealed with delight and urged each other on enthusiastically.
"Oh, wow, oh! I could do this all day!" Ellen exclaimed as she wriggled around on her brother's face with progressively faster movements.
"Oh! So could I!" Maureen replied, wriggling around with her son's thick masculine organ penetrating deeply into her hot, clinging vagina. "Ooooh! Ooooh! OOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHH! OOOOH! AHHHHHHHH!"
Nearly drowning in his sister's feminine honey and feeling almost smothered by her plump young bottom, Bill nevertheless managed to continue probing into her delicious sweetmeats with his tongue although he was virtually breathless. At the same time, his mother's rotating vaginal walls continued to thoroughly tantalize his furiously pounding cock. The double combination of two bouncing feminine bottoms moving up and down on him at the same time produced sensations quite beyond anything he could have imagined.
"OOOOH! AHHHHH! MY PUSSY'S SO HOT! AHHHHHHHHHH!" Maureen suddenly cried out. "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH! ANNNNNNNNNNNN! OOOOOH!" Panting heavily, the breathless woman began pumping up and down with frantic movements that drove her son's hotly rigid prick deep into her voracious cunt."
"OOOOOOOH!"
"OOOOOOH! AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOH!" Ellen's ecstatic cries echoed those of her mother. "AHHHHHHH! OOOOOOH! WATCH OUT, BILL, I'M GOING TO ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
Rocking his hips back and forth vigorously beneath his two tormentresses, Bill found himself doubly tormented by his sister's wet and sticky pussy and his mother's frantically hot and clinging vagnial walls. Finally, the well built teenager could stand the pressure no longer and began climaxing with spasmodic jerks of his pelvix!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Maureen and Ellen emitted simultaneous shrieks as intense climaxes suddenly took possession of their lust-tormented bodies. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOCOOOOOOOH!
That's the way, girls, really put on a show for us, Harry mumbled to himself as he watched the two distraught females writhing in the throes of perverse incestuous pleasure. "You getting all this on film, Mark?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, I got it!" Mark replied. "All of it!"
"Hey, what was that?" Harry alertly asked when he heard a noise outside on the lawn.
"What?" Mark asked as he put down the camera.
There was a sudden crashing noise at the door and three uniformed state troopers suddenly burst into the room!
"HANDS UP!" they demanded.
Maureen and Ellen screamed at the top of their lungs and frantically scrambled to get back into their clothes.
CHAPTER 8
Taken completely off guard by the rescuing task force, the kidnapers offered no resistance and were quickly handcuffed and led off to be arraigned. In the confusion that followed, young Bill Kemper displayed enough presence of mind to privately confiscate and take with him the pornographic film that had just been shot. Within hours all three Kempers were placed on a flight headed for O'Hare Field in Chicago, where they managed to avoid the newspaper and television reporters who were anxious for a report of their ordeal.
As it turned out, Harry McClintock and his partners in crime received rather short prison sentences. The Kempers were understandably reluctant to prosecute, and the defendants obtained an attorney who managed to plea bargain quite successfully on their behalf. Loretta Bridges received a suspended sentence, and the male defendants were given the minimal jail terms generally reserved for politicians.
However, the story does not quite end there. Coming home unexpectedly early one afternoon, Maureen's husband discovered the rest of the family rehearsing what was apparently intended to be a sequel of the pornographic movie they had made!
Before sunset, Ellen was on her way to live with a discipline-minded spinster aunt in the East, and Bill was headed for a private military school in Indiana. And at sunset, Maureen, having tearfully confessed everything to her husband, reported to his study for the punishment she not only deserved but urgently needed and desired.
The hotly blushing housewife was attired in a punishment uniform consisting of white blouse, green micro-mini that had been borrowed from her daughter and was so short that it failed to conceal the tops of her black stockings, and platform suedes. Harold Kemper took one look at his errant wife, swept her face down over his lap, flipped her mini back, yanked her black panties down to her knees, and administered a spanking that left her screaming in anguish.
Afterwards, the weeping woman was compelled to kneel and demonstrate her new-found talents as a fellatrix. She would be satisfying him that way from then on, she was told, as she was marched to the corner to stand bare-bottomed and disgraced.
