Keywords: M/F anal, oral, blackmail Author: W R Jenkins Title: Two-fer Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Two-fer - (Twofer.txt) - As in two for the price of one. I don't know what they've got on Susan or even the guy's name, but how important is that in light of the loving description of what this unknown man does to these two women? M/F, anal, oral, blackmail "Grab one cheek in each hand and pull it open for me. You're not just here to watch," he said. Her former eagerness seemed dimmed as she reached to obey his direction. The change was reflected in the puzzled look on her face as the ass opened and the crinkled brown hem of anus was exposed. He noted her attitude without it giving him pause. She had agreed enthusiastically a few minutes before. He put her change of mood to her immaturity and turned his attention to the quivering asshole just an inch from the head of his hard cock. "It looks like it's gonna hurt," she said. "You'll be surprised. Now hold it still," he replied, holding his cock firmly as he pressed it to the target. He certainly wasn't going to let her case of cold feet stop him from his goal. Curing her cold feet was half- one third of the point. At the moment the other two thirds were obscured by his present concern at penetrating the forbidding hole. The asshole was prepared but reluctant as he tested it. He probed unsuccessfully and relaxed for a moment. He pushed again, teasing. The entry had to be right. He couldn't go with brutal no matter how much being in that ass had become his whole intention. He didn't want it to seem so rough she'd be scared. He pushed with purpose, hoping the first tentative tries would allow him to catch the sphincter unaware. Awareness of an asshole aside, his determination pushed the muscled opening aside and his cock began to slide in. She moaned. "It still looks like it hurts," Vicky said. "Maybe," he granted, "But she's not trying to help either." He didn't need to play soft and fuzzy any more. He couldn't help himself anyway. The tight band of asshole closed behind the head of his cock and he pushed as hard as he had to. He was going to bury his cock in this asshole and fuck it good. Fuck Vicky's object lesson. He was going to bury his cock to the hilt and achieve the other two thirds of his goal. Susan made a yipping noise as his cock pressed in. "That's amazing," Vicky said. He was emboldened by her wonder. She didn't sound scared. He heaved a bit to rush deeper into Susan's ass. It was 98 degrees in there and tight, but the physical pleasure was almost a side note to his triumph as his cock took possession of her. Finally he was balls deep in her ass. His eyes found Vicky's and they shared an evil excitement. "Now sit down and keep her from getting away," he told Vicky. He didn't need her hands in the way. He wanted to grab Sue's ass and fuck it. He noted the sight of Vicky putting her belly in front of her mother's head with passing amusement. Maybe in the future they would make her lick Vicky's pussy while he fucked her. There were better things to think about. He pulled back and started fucking Sue's ass slowly. He wanted to hear her protesting sounds as he let her feel how much dick was in her ass, but slamming to the hilt was going to be the finale. "You like that don't you?" Vicky's voice contained a note of wonder in the throaty excitement as she heard her mother's moans as he fucked her ass, "You really are a slut, aren't you?" She had adjusted rather easily after the initial resistance to his cock splitting her open. He wondered how long it had been since she'd had a cock in this ass and how many had been there before him. He wasn't distracted by the questions. The important thing was that he could fuck this ass however he wanted. She'd had it before and she was getting it again, only his way this time. "Ohhh, noooo," Susan wailed, "Slow down!" She was desperate and he thought he knew why. As he picked up the pace of his strokes, her ass began to twitch. It was a quiver and then a jerk. He fucked deeper and faster and Sue howled. She couldn't stop herself from responding. "That doesn't sound like disgust," Vicky observed. "That's because she likes it," he puffed. It was even better than making her take it in the ass. He was hot to force it on her, but revealing her dark secrets was even more exciting than just imposing. Fucking the slut out of Sue made him ram all the way in and slap against her raised ass. "No... Don't like it... please... slow..." Sue gasped, unsuccessfully covering her agitation as the hard cock invaded her ass and made her respond. He wanted to hold out, but his cock had other plans. He wanted to see if he could make Sue beg for it, but her unwilling co-operation was making him lose control. He couldn't resist slamming into her as her ass moved invitingly. He knew he couldn't hold back. He jammed up against her ass and rocked her with his cock in total possession. "She whines, but she likes it," he growled, "She how she takes it? She likes it in her ass. She likes it rough. She likes being butt- fucked." "No! please, no... no..." Susan moaned unconvincingly, sounding more like she was moaning, "yes, yes, yes." It was too much. Vicky was laughing. He pulled back to give Sue the long hard thrusts. He was going to cum. He might as well admit that and fuck this ass like it wanted him to. A couple dozen driving thrusts and he smacked into Sue's ass and jerked as his balls pulsed. "Wow, that was... wow," Vicky said as he pulled his cock slowly out of her mother's asshole. "I didn't know you could cum so quick." "I didn't want to," he grinned, "But she made me. Her ass wanted it and I couldn't help myself." "So it's not always so, like, rough?" Vicky asked. He was glad she asked so he could address her concern. After all, one of the three reasons he fucked Sue's ass was to tempt Vicky into trying it. "Can I go now?" Susan interrupted. "No," he told Sue and then answered Vicky, "It's like any other kind of fucking. You can do it however you want. Nice and slow is good too." "Please, can I go to the bathroom?" Susan butted in again. He gave Vicky a smile and a wink. They had a common aim in humiliating Sue. He pushed Sue's butt out of the way and looked down at her. "You can go after you suck my dick clean," he said. Vicky giggled. Sue didn't look at her as she turned around and crawled to his cock. She looked up at him with woeful eyes but found no mercy there. He held his cock out for her and she obediently took it in her mouth. "More tongue," he told her. "If you can get it hard again I won't fuck you later." He didn't think it was possible. He was taunting her to see if he could make her look even more like a slut. And if she got it hard, he intended to fuck her right then, so it was not really a bargain. Sue just sucked mechanically until he had enough and pushed her away. Her mascara gave her racoon eyes from the tears of her shame. He watched her creep away and then turned back to Vicky. "Sorry about that, but you have to be stern or they think you're weak," he told her. "Don't apologize to me. I love it," Vicky said. "Only I wish she had got you hard because I am so horny." "I think I know how to mellow your disappointment," he smiled. He pushed the teen onto her back and tugged at her underwear. She lifted her legs to help and as he drew her panties over her feet he grabbed her ankles. He stretched his arms apart and spread her legs. She looked up at him as he loomed over her. He looked down at the open pink slot he exposed. "I feel so dirty," Vicky gurgled, "My private place is all open and you can look right at it." "And I'm going to do more than look," he promised. She was already sweet with fresh juice by the time he made his way down her legs and put his face in her crotch. She had told him nothing but the truth. She was giggly excited at the very thought of his tongue and he could tell she had been quivering with thrills for a long time. Clearly Vicky was having no second thoughts about abusing her mother. She was ripe and writhing as he explored her slit with his tongue. Her jerks every time he touched her clit told him she was ready to explode. She was enjoying dominating her mother, enjoying it in a sexual way. She squealed like a 10-year-old when he brought her off. He was holding her thighs clamped around his head and her heels beat on his back. She was like a fish in his hands as she squirmed in delight. "Oh no," she gasped, "Didn't help. I need more." She was such a dirty girl once he taught her to be honest with herself. Her eagerness, her responsiveness were having the right effect on his cock. He burrowed his tongue deep and fucked her with it as she panted in high moans. Yes, her response was just the thing to get him hard again. "What? Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked as he began to kiss up her belly. "I'll fuck you when you're ready," he said with an intense look as his waist was between her thighs and his mouth poised over her bobbing breasts. He knew how that pleased her. He had known it would from the first time he saw her. Her breasts were wonderful, even perfect. She had nipples that stood out, firm plateaus of areola lifted from the curve of her breasts with a second level of hard nipple perched firmly in their centers. They were perfect to suck and it made her crazy. Her breasts were a bit over a handful with the round firmness of youth and she was very proud. He could tell by the way she emphasized them with low necklines and support bras that pushed up a bountiful cleavage. As girls went they were large, but he sensed she either wished they were larger or had convinced herself that they were. For whatever reason, paying attention to her tits made her very agreeable to any suggestion and he used that to make her thrash under him while his cock recovered. As he felt the first twitches of return he moved up and kissed her. Her tongue was wild and unpredictable. She tried to shove it down his throat and the next moment she was sucking his tongue as if she wanted to pull it out by the roots. He knew she was lost to everything but passion. His cock was riding on her wet lips and her hips were as wild as her tongue trying to urge him to erection. "Come on. I can feel it. Put it in," she broke away to gasp at him. He was hardly what could be called stiff but the resurrection was starting. She was so impatient that he appeased her by reaching down to press his cock against her slit. She did the rest. Perhaps her eagerness added a bit of stiffness, but she was determined to force even his half-hard cock inside. "Push it," she begged, "Push it in. Push it all the way in." When she had wriggled and he had pressed to accomplish her wish, she clamped onto to him with arms and legs and squirmed. For a second he thought it was counter-productive. His cock felt so happy inside her he didn't feel the need he had before. But need or not, he found his cock was responding to the churning channel she was making of her cunt. "Now fuck me real good and I might let you do me like you did Mommy," she mocked him as she felt him swell inside her. That was a foregone conclusion. She had not been that resistant to the idea before. It would have only taken a little convincing to get it in her ass, but he hadn't played the game. From her interest as she watched his cock slide into her mother's ass and now her teasing, he knew she was ready to try it. That didn't mean he wasn't going to fuck her good anyway. She was wild now, a state of passion that usually took drugs or a long night to put her in. He wasn't going to waste the opportunity to have her slither like an eel for him. She was so good when she was this hot. "No. No. Fuck me!" she ordered when he started slowly. She was not many strokes from cumming again. He felt the clench and spasm as he was just building speed. She shook as he buffeted her with hard thrusts and begged him not to stop. He took her to the edge again and then slowed to let her stew. "Come on. Don't tease!" she scolded him, "Fuck me!" She was nearly screaming. He knew she could be heard all over the house and it gave him a thrill to think of her mother listening to her daughter beg for it. It made him stop teasing. "Tell me what you want," he growled as he stabbed his cock into her with sharp, abrupt thrusts. "I want cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my tight pussy!" she yelled. They'd make Sue watch, he decided. Vicky was sure to be even more lewd with an audience, especially her mother. It would be hot for both of them. He pounded into her, ignoring her climax as he pistoned in and out. He was almost... almost... he was there. He slammmed once as the first spurt came and then fucked her even faster as his cum poured out into her. "Now I was thinking about doing the, you know, rear thing, but it doesn't look like you're up to it," she said as they lay together on the bed. She was handling his cock in a pretense of good faith, but he knew she had planned to exhaust him before she offered. He'd be able in another half hour, but he was willing to let her have her fun. Feeling like she was in control was good for her mood. It wouldn't be long before he was balls deep in her ass anyway. He could let her play pretend for tonight. "So where do you think your mother got to?" he asked. "Probably sulking in her room," Vicky said. "Why? You thinking you're hard enough to fuck her ass again?" "I was just wondering what a mother does when her daughter turns on her," he said. "She is an asset for both of us." "She won't do anything rash. She doesn't have it in her," Vicky said. "And she wasn't bothered by what you put in her anyway. She's just embarrassed I found out." "So she's not slitting her wrists in the tub?" he asked. "Oh god! I didn't think of that!" Vicky said in mock shock, "But she isn't telling anyone what we're doing. She can't. She has to do what we say. She knows that. And deep down I don't think it's really bothering her that much." "You mean under all that surface protection she's hot like you?" it was his turn to tease. "I mean she took it in the ass like a slut," Vicky said plainly. "I think there's a lot she's been hiding." "Well, not anymore," he smiled. "Why don't we make it a rule that she has to be naked whenever she's inside? Then she won't be able to hide anything." "You just want to see her naked all the time," she scowled. "You're all hot for her. You don't even care who you fuck." "Then a good idea would be to stay handy if you want it," he didn't bother to deny her charge. "Maybe offer incentives..." They finally went out to check. As Vicky had imagined, Sue was in her bedroom, curled up in bed. "What do you want from me now?" she whined. "Throw back the covers," he told her. She glared at him but didn't dare disobey. She lifted the covers to reveal a thin cotton nightgown. He shook his head. "Now that's something we don't allow," he said. "No nightgown, no underwear, no clothes at all when you're in our house. I'm being nice to let you keep the covers." He could see where Vicky got it when Susan pulled the nightgown over her head. Sue had the big breasts Vicky craved. They sagged and swung but with a mature ripeness that made them more attractive. Her areola were not the raised perks of her daughter but larger, browner spots on those pendulous breasts. Her ass he knew quite intimately and her pussy was going to give up its sensations and geography to him in the near future. For the moment he was satisfied with the irate look she gave him as she clambered back on the bed and pulled the covers over herself. "Just so you're always available for whatever we want," he reminded her. "You remember that or we won't let you cover yourself ever." "You're a pig and a thug," Sue spat at him. "And you're mine any way I want you," he returned. "Remember that and you can call me all the names you want, all day long." Later Vicky pushed him away impatiently. She was a sound sleeper and didn't like to be interrupted. If he tried to make her, she'd whine and be bitchy. It was the perfect defense. Sue would be bitchy and forlorn, but he didn't care. That was part of the fun. Sue didn't have to feel like it for him to fuck her. He had lifted the covers, crawled into bed and snuggled up to her before Sue roused. He encouraged her to waking by kneading her large, pliant breast. "Wha..? What!" she awoke with a start, "What are you doing here? What do you want?" "Since you know very well that men like me only want one thing, that's a stupid question," he told her. This was more grudge than fuck, throwing her snide comments back at her. So was his insistence that she lay on her back and open her legs for him. He wanted her to look up at him while he fucked her. He wanted her to know who was over her, between her legs and inside her while he fucked her. "You can like it if you want to," he goaded her as he swabbed her vulva with jelly to ease his entry. She said nothing but lay stock still as he pushed his hard cock into her. She had a resistant look on her face but her cunt welcomed his cock like any other cunt. It was good to fuck and he was going to fuck. It had less to do with grudge when he was in her. It was easy enough to slide in and out of her and her cunt was probably tighter than normal since she was not aroused. It felt good and he put his effort into making it good for himself. At some point there were subtle signs he was getting to her. She wasn't so still. He felt her react as his cock pumped in and out. It was vaguely amusing, but he wasn't interested in how much she might want it or if it wasn't so terrible after all. He wasn't Vicky. He just wanted to fuck and he had someone he could fuck whenever he felt like it. For all the fun making her react was, he knew the simple facts would beat her down quicker than making her perform perversions. Making her suck her own shit off his dick or making her lick her daughter's twat had good shock value, but in the long run his casual use would erode her self-image more completely and more permanently. "That was good. I came a lot," he told her as he rolled off. "You're going to be useful to have around." He hadn't expected her to answer and she didn't. She gave him a killing stare and he smiled as he went back to her daughter's bed. It had been a long night. He wouldn't have been shocked to wake up flaccid and fuzzy. Instead, he could feel a rigid cock nestling between Vicky's cheeks when he opened his eyes. Maybe her youth was rubbing off on him. Her youthful ass was certainly rubbing on him. "You awake?" he whispered. "Mmmmm," Vicky hummed and ground back at him. "Nice and easy or nasty gymnastics?" he asked softly. "Mmmmm," she hummed again and arched to open for him. It was like they had been swimming in sex in their dreams. His cock found her and moved inside as if they had already been fucking for hours. Her reached over to cup a breast as he stroked slowly, almost dreamily into her. It wasn't the thrill of waking up in the middle of a blow-job, but it was more serene. "Mmmmm," she hummed again and moved away after long minutes of his peaceful fucking. She turned over with her eyes alight and threw her leg over his hip. His cock was trapped between them, rubbing between their warm bodies. "I know you want to go for it," she said. "Why don't you go for it?" He thought she might be referring to something he was supposed to decipher, or be magically feeling, but he considered it some kind of test to see what he'd do. What he was going to do was take advantage of her open offer to get off. He didn't answer her. He held her under the knee and pulled her on top as he rolled onto his back. When she pushed herself up to look at him he answered. "Why don't you go for it?" he said, "Climb up there and get what you want. You know what you want." She was all fiery about equality and rights, but he knew she preferred to lay back and let him do the work. She was the youngster, he thought. She had the energy. Let her do the work for once. She betrayed no disappointment as she sat up and fitted his cock to her slit. As she settled down he was glad he had made this choice. She was a welcome sight over him as well as a hot grip on his dick. He reached up to fondle her breasts as she moved. It was a nice way to wake up. She might not be begging for cock but her cries and moans left no doubt what they were doing. He found the subtlety better than the crude reality. They had made Susan watch them fuck and it was distracting. It was worth it to know how she must have felt, but it was even better to know she was somewhere hearing them fuck and not have to disturb the pleasure of Vicky riding his hard cock. "Now do you have any new rules for me?" Vicky asked as she lay beside him when they were done. "Am I supposed to walk around naked too?" "I'd like that, but it's up to you," he said. "I told your mother that because it upsets her. I guess a lot of that has rubbed off on you." "What do you mean?" she asked as he meant her to. "It makes her crazy because she thinks it puts her in sexual jeopardy every second," he explained. "But it's not about sex. It's about it making her crazy. That and reminding her of her inferior status in this house." "But you want to fuck her," Vicky persisted. "I'm going to fuck her whenever I feel like it," he told her. "I've already promised her. But, you know, any time you want to volunteer, I'll fuck you first." "That's not fair," she pouted. "It should be two men for me. At least when two guys share a woman they don't have to worry that they won't get their share. If I have to share you with her, you'll be too worn out to give me all I need." "Then your job is to wear me out so I can't fuck her," he teased. "Attention to every twitch of my dick would probably be a good place to start on that." She had given him an idea. There was one good way to make sure there was enough to go around. "Take his cock out of his pants and suck on it," he said clearly. "Get him hard and then we'll decide what you do next." "But I don't even know this person," Susan said in a stage whisper. "Then that's good, isn't it," he said coolly, "Or would you like to invite your boss over to try you out?" He wasn't stupid. Alan was a guy from out of town. He wasn't going to do anything to fuck up this sweet deal. He was going to lend her out for the sheer perversity, but he wasn't going to take risks doing it. She had no more room for refusal than she had when she stripped and got on all fours for him to fuck in the ass. In truth, the damage was already done. She had suffered more shame seeing this stranger walk in the room that she would sucking his cock. She had been posed, she now knew why, with her arms on the arms of the chair and her legs spread wide. Any privacy or modesty she might have was taken from her when the stranger came in and appraised her. Now it was merely a matter of taking out a cock and sucking it. He'd already formed his opinion. She couldn't rescue or hurt what he thought by sucking him off. It was no comfort, but at least it wasn't getting any worse as she reached in this man's pants and pulled out his cock. At least there was a little life in his dick, she thought ruefully. Something about her excited him a little bit. She put the head of his cock in her mouth and licked around it. Her fingers were shoved in his pants stroking his balls. "Tell her I want it all in her mouth," the stranger said. "Tell her yourself," he said. "We'll see if she listens to you." Susan understood. He was making it a test that she was sure to fail. He'd use it as an excuse to add to her torment whether she ignored the man or whether she took his orders. She wasn't the only one who got that. "Still a nasty old snake, aren't you," the stranger said and then addressed Susan, "Put it all in your mouth and keep it there until you choke on it." Seeing no benefit in stalling, Sue pushed in until her lips were pushed in the man's pubic hair and his cock filled her mouth. It wasn't going to take much growing to make her choke and almost at the moment her lips encircled the base of his prick she felt his cock squirming and the head searching out her throat. "Tongue, tongue, tongue," he reminded her. He was as evil as the rest of them. Her tongue was working madly as the cock gagged her. She couldn't control it and was too busy trying not to vomit to try. "Now suck, suck, suck," he said, obviously bored with that particular abuse. He had his fingers twisted in her hair and was making her fuck her face on his cock. She imagined it was like him fucking her face only she felt more humiliated. "If that's all you want, go ahead," he said to the stranger. The stranger's reply was disrupted by a noise in the hall. "Stop sucking him," he ordered Susan. They waited in their obscene tableau for Vicky to come into the room. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the other man. "Just making sure Mom doesn't feel neglected while I devote myself to you, sweet stuff," he said. "You gave me the idea." "Is he paying for the priviledge?" Vicky asked. "That would make your mother a whore," he said. "It's a good idea, but Alan is a friend and so far your mother is still just a slut." "And you stopped because...?" Vicky asked. "I thought you'd like to watch," he said. "Alan seemed content to just fuck her face, but I thought your mother would like to get fucked and I was going to suggest that." "Like a dog," Vicky said without prompting. "Like a bitch in heat with her tail in the air. I want to see her take it like a dog." "You heard her," he told Sue. "Assume the position." With a bemused look tinged with jealousy, Alan watched Sue get on all fours. It was very weird, but not too weird for his friend. If he heard right, this was the girl's mother. Shaking off his wonder, he got down behind Susan and put his cock in her. "Move that ass!" Vicky demanded as Alan fucked her mother. "You know you want it, you old slut." Sue moved her ass. It was hardly a thing any more. She had pretty much been scraping along the bottom since the stranger arrived to use her. Moving her ass didn't make it worse. It was all worse. Alan took advantage of the moving ass with easy strokes. Whatever strange situation he had been invited into, it was still good pussy. He let Susan work on his cock, intent on drawing out his poon-tang visit. He let her move on him, fuck him, while appreciating the demented atmosphere with tingling excitement. "Just warming her up," he told Vicky as Alan fucked Sue. "I've got another idea for her when you decide you want to surrender that tight ass of yours." "I like any idea that means more of your cock for me," Vicky agreed. Susan was jamming against Alan in a short, grinding motion that argued her own desires. If she was that good at faking passion, she was even more of a slut than she had shown so far. It was much more likely that she was only as much of a slut as we thought and that she was enjoying the hard cock fucking her. "Oh cripes!" Alan lost his cool and grabbed her ass. She still moved, mostly up and down as he took over and plowed into her. Whether or not it was good for Sue, Alan was making the most of ramming into her rear. "Now what about that one?" Alan asked, looking at Vicky after he had flopped on the couch and regained his composure. "This one is mine," he said, putting a protective arm around Vicky. He smiled at him, and nodded. He knew him too well to think he was tamed, but he knew he wasn't going to offer Vicky to him. He was properly grateful for the favor done for him and didn't push. That's why they were friends. "You're going to crawl up there and lick her pussy," he told Susan. "You're going to be face up, underneath because I'll be coming in from the top." It was fine for him and the drama suited Vicky. He wanted to make it a show so Vicky would be more pliable. As far as he could tell, nothing said special to Vicky like dominating her mother so that's what he gave her. Susan squirmed awkwardly on her back to wind her way under Vicky. Once she was under Vicky, he nudged Sue's elbow as a hint that she'd have to raise herself to reach Vicky's pussy. She was slightly robotic but not hesitant as she brought her mouth up to her daughter's pussy. He watched her tongue slither out and lap at Vicky's pussy as he worked a finger into Vicky's ass. Sue was doing what she was told. Vicky was starting to shiver from the sensations of her mother's tongue. Soon she was purring and her hips were jerking. He had barely put two fingers in her ass, but he didn't think she would know the difference in her present state. He took out his fingers and assumed the position. In this case the position involved sliding his legs under Sue's shoulders and out around her arms. They fit like a jigsaw puzzle or some strange sex saddle with Sue's shoulders behind his legs and them both joined to Vicky's bottom. At least they soon would be. He was still locked in place as he pointed his cock at Vicky's asshole put it on the wrinkled brown hole. Maybe it was Vicky riding the sex saddle of her mother's face, he revised, but he had the horn and he was going to give it to her. "I don't know... I don't know if I can take it," Vicky stammered, sounding less like a complaint than a fear of overload. Of course she could. In fact she was going to. She was in no position to refuse and in no condition to be firm about it. He pushed and had a short struggle with her sphincter but overpowered it as he wormed his cock into her ass. "Oh GOD!" Vicky cried out, but again more overwhelmed than reluctant. "Make her cum. You know you want to make her cum," he told Sue as he paused the pressure. He couldn't tell what Sue was doing but either an increase in her intensity or the cock in Vicky's ass was making Vicky more wild. And she hadn't complained so he pushed again and made his cock slide deeper into Vicky's back door. "Now who's the slut?" he asked Vicky as his cock neared the hilt in her ass. "Now who's got it right up their ass?" Vicky had to be cumming. She was squirming and bucking against him as he pushed the final inch of cock in her ass. He let her off from answering for that. Anyway, it felt too damn good having her twisting his cock at the base with her tight ass for him to care. "Who but a slut knows how to treat a cock with their ass like that?" he grunted out. "It's all the way in me. I can feel it right up to my throat," Vicky growled. "So, does the slut want it hard?" he asked. "It is hard. Big and hard and in my ass," she said. "You keep licking her good because I'm going to show her what hard is," he said to Sue for Vicky's benefit. If she wasn't going to play right, he'd get what he came for and cum for it. It might not even bother her. She seemed to be having a pretty good time on her mother's face. He pulled back his cock and jammed forward hard. He got a grunt and wordless moaning as he gave her the long hard ones. It was just as brutal, in a slower sense as he had been with Susan. Vicky was taking it just fine. But it was an asshole. Jamming the hard stick up her ass began to lose its pleasure in brief flashes of squirming muscle and the hot cover encasing his cock. He was grinding his cock into her ass slower as he exchanged brutal for a sensual pleasure. "I can't take it!" Vicky screamed, but again it wasn't a protest. She was getting off again. He was the one that couldn't take it. He banged into her squirming ass with all the need that had built to breaking in him. It was fucking good. He was going to pump her so full of cum it would come out her mouth. "You'll take this!" he crowed as he felt his balls jerk and the first spurt jet out of his cock. He didn't go impossibly deep. He was frantic about pumping the first couple of inches in and out of the grip of her sphincter as he came in his teen lover's ass. There was more urgency in that and he wanted showy quantity to introduce her to anal sex. More perversely, it felt better, psychologically, to keep from banging his balls on Susan's chin. While he would have enjoyed humiliating her with that, he felt it was more demeaning to keep her as a simple tool in their sexual pursuits. She was nothing but a tongue to play the part of a sex toy as he fucked her little girl. "It feels like you shot off a gallon," Vicky squirmed with the inevitable aftermath of her anal reaming. "And that means it would have been more like two gallons if I hadn't been fucking all day yesterday," he said. "You've got a great ass. I can't wait until you know how to use it like your mom." A smile broke through the puzzled look on Vicky's face at the mention of her mother. Susan was now hunched at the end of the bed trying to stay out of the way. Her look of despair was mostly unchanged by this most recent infamy that had been forced upon her. "Does it always feel like your dick is still up there?" Vicky asked and she moved gingerly. "I don't know personally," he said, "But I imagine it gets better with practice. Why don't you ask your mom?" "Okay," Vicky said, "Mom, do you get used to your ass feeling like it's still wide open?" Susan tried to pretend she didn't hear her daughter. He knew that was going to make it better when she was finally forced to answer. "Susan," he said sternly, "You daughter asked you a question." "Yeah Mom, I asked if you close right up after you've been butt- fucked because you're such an ass slut," Vicy pounced. Seeing there was no escape Susan lifted her head and gave Vicky a pained look. "It's probably closed up by now," she said. "It doesn't take that long. It's probably just the damage he did ripping you open." He smiled. Feisty meant more fun beating her down. It also gave him more excuses to demean her with Vicky's blessing- that is, when Vicky wasn't getting hot demeaning her herself. "So I guess he's got to fuck my ass, what?, like a hundred times so I can take it like a pro like you?" Vicky shot back. Susan looked away. She was regretting her remark. It was dawning on her that resistance only made it worse. It was hard to swallow after all the years of being in charge, but she wasn't in charge now. Vicky was going to avenge every little thing she thought unfair and Vicky had always been a willful child. "Come on Vicky, she licked your twat good didn't she?" he reminded them both, "Cut her a little slack for eating you out." Susan kept her frozen face while Vicky smiled. She didn't show the disgust he thought she would, but he wasn't sure if that was to keep them from gloating or because it bothered her less than he thought. He put that in the back of his mind to test later. The naked bitch attending them quickly became so second nature that they made decisions without accounting for her. One of those was moving into the master bedroom. They set up a camp bed for when they wanted to be alone and Susan wasn't allowed to lay across the bottom of the bed. Susan was no longer a distraction when they fucked. It wasn't as much fun to screw Vicky in front of her either, but they made up for it by ordering her to participate. She would be called on to fondle Vicky or lick his balls while they fucked. He particuarly liked to have her put a finger in his ass while he fucked her daughter both for the sensation and because it was the one thing that still seemed to disgust her. His personal quest to demean Susan met Vicky's jealousy when she came home from school to find her mother sucking his dick. "I knew it!" Vicky exploded, "While I'm away you fuck her one after the other. You're using it all up on HER!" He had been sitting on the sofa and grabbed a handfull of Susan's hair to keep her mouth on his cock when he stood up. Susan made several satisfyingly distressed gurgles through the change of positions. "No baby, come here," he said soothingly. "I just make her suck me to keep me on edge." Vicky wasn't convinced. She approached, but not near enough. He motioned her closer. For once she didn't seem interested in seeing a thick cock invading her mother's mouth. He kept one hand in Susan's hair as he thrust into her mouth. With his other he pulled Vicky to his side and snaked his arm around her to slide his hand into her skirt. "Once, all day, I swear," he consoled Vicky, "And that was an accident. I'm not letting her suck me dry. I just like to see her suck cock." He felt her soften in his arm. He wasn't sure it was his words. His fingers had found her slit and he was rubbing her the right way. "You better be able to prove that," she said with less force. He felt it was safe to move his arm. He started on her skirt and she helped him. In three seconds she was naked from the waist down and he had his hand under her, his fingers in her twat from the rear. It seemed to make her appreciate the sight of her mother with a cock in her mouth again. "You can prove it to me any time now," Vicky said. He assumed she had been touching herself all day like he had been getting sucked off. Only he didn't think she'd stopped like he had. He had told her the truth. Susan was his suck slave only until he felt the urge to fuck her face. Then he pulled his cock away and made her look up at him while his ardor cooled. She didn't like it and that made him more eager to abuse her. Vicky was juicing generously on his fingers and felt ready for a slam-bang proof. Despite his hard cock and heart-warming glee at abusing Susan, the day-long suck-fest had jaded his reactions to her sucking. Or maybe his cock itself had gotten tired of the stop and start. In either case, he felt ready for a change. "Right here then," he said as he backed Vicky against the wall. He picked up her knee to make her lean against the support and dipped down to get his cock to her wet cunt. As if it sensed the change and the promise that this time it could finish, his cock nosed into her. He lifted up and Vicky released a long 'ohhhhh' as his cock went to the hilt in her. Not satisfactory. His knees were bent too much to stay at her level. In a macho show of power that covered his need for comfort, he picked up her other knee and slid her back up the wall until he was standing. "Now hold on," he warned her as his hands slid up to her ass to support her. With her leaning against the wall, she was just supportable. She wrapped her legs around him and put her arms around his neck. He heaved up. It wasn't so much a fuck as a bouncing. He didn't lift her off his cock and let her drop. He just thrust up and then returned to thrust up again. Her weight kept his cock rammed to the root in her twat and they worked through the illusion of fucking against the wall. "Shit! You're crushing my pussy!" Vicky gasped. "And you like it, don't you bitch," he told her rather than asked. "It's different," she allowed. It was that. It was pleasurably different than Susan's mouth, yet even encased in what would be a dream while he was cumming, there wasn't the friction to get him there. There was a pleasant sensation of ravage, but his cock felt betrayed. It had to suck it up. From her first impression at resting her weight on the tender tissues of her twat, Vicky had warmed considerably to the feel of his cock shoved inside her and its base stimulating her. Her thighs were gripping him rhythmically, clamping when he fell back and relaxing to drop herself on him as he lunged up. It was a dream of an illusion he was fucking her to him, but Vicky was caterwauling and squeezing him tighter and tighter. He kept it up as long as he could hold her. "Noooo!" she wailed as he grabbed her and dropped with her to the floor. Her frustration would be over in a second, he thought to himself. Selfish bitch, doesn't she know what kind of strain that is? His flash of temper disappeared when Vicky's ass hit the floor heavily and he landed on her with a kidney-piercing penetration. The smack of her landing on her ass satisfied his pique and the new, and finally freed, penetration replaced it with lust. His hips flew at her. Her grunt at slamming to the floor with him on top of her was still escaping as he jammed his cock into her with the second and third thrusts. It was good timing. Her despair at the interruption quickly boomeranged back to passion, helped by the shock of the fall and his renewed fucking. She had dangled on the edge of orgasm like she hung suspended on his cock and now she had the traction to race over the cliff of climax propelled by his driving cock. For him it was the liberty to pursue the long-delayed. He wasn't holding back. This time he was going to explode and intentionally, not by mistake. His cock hammered into her as she jerked under him, ignoring her shudders to find release. "Okay, you proved it," she gasped when her breathing was controlled enough to gasp. "It's all for you, babe," he said with rare tenderness, perhaps a result of the twitches in his legs and buttock from rogue nerve firing left over from his whopper of an orgasm. Susan had faded into the background, not daring to leave the room. She was as distressed as she could take and didn't want to risk some disguting lewd punishment in addition. She was resigned to him fucking her little girl. She was also growing used to it. She didn't think about the things he did to her. Particularly when he was forcing her to do them, she kept her mind far away from that. "It's not practice time," he said. "I don't care. I want her to watch me," Vicky said. "She knows I've got to do it like 100 times and I want her to see." He knew that. He'd divided it into months, weeks, days to make it easier on Vicky. Vicky saw it as a line of check-boxs and she wanted to get right through them as fast as she could. It was a more subtle vengance than usual for her mother's disparaging remark, but it was also more personal. It smacked of another chapter in a life-long feud, a chapter that Vicky was sure to win. He wasn't seriously resisting. By the time he had followed her up the stairs, with Susan in tow, watching her shed her clothes as he went, he was as impatient as she was for the return of an erection. He thought the hot fuck downstairs might have turned her thoughts to a need to debase herself in her mother's eyes. "You want me to have her suck it hard again?" he asked as Susan came in the room. "No. I'll do it myself," Vicky said a bit resentfully. "Come over here." She had been greeting him with her ass high in the air and wiggling in invitation. She rolled to her side and then scooted to the edge of the bed. "Just stand there and let me do it," she warned. He knew what was coming. He was supposed to stand there with his hands at his sides while she annoyed him. She would tickle and touch and lick and even for a brief tease take his cock in her mouth. She would not suck it in and work on it or let him grab her head to make her. Vicky had proved scientifically- on her Barbie clock- that her way infuriated his cock hard quicker. Now he was left to stand like some robot while she made him wild for her to- just a couple of seconds for Christ's sake- actually suck his cock. Perhaps still in competition with her blank-faced mother, Vicky calmed his frustration after his cock rose by giving him the sucking he was aching for. It was just that- calming. It brought his frustration level down and raised his lust up. The regular slide of her lips up and down his cock turned his attention back to the round little butt he had been promised. "You want her to help?" he asked to indicate his readyness. "I just want her to watch," Vicky said as she got to her knees on the bed and lifted her ass. Susan wasn't going to see much from where she was, but he didn't think that was the real point. Susan just had to know and watch while she knew what was happening to satisfy Vicky. He suspected a couple of other things, but he waited to see. "Come on. Use two fingers. Open it up," Vicky demanded as he screwed one finger in her ass. "Get me ready. I want it now." Her gutter rant didn't have to be directed at him for him to skim off the benefits as it went past. Vicky exuded the kind of randyness that went with the talk naturally, but the addition was still hot. "If you can get it in, put it in," she demanded further, "I want cock. I'll adjust real quick. Just do what you have to and get it in." She was begging him to be insensitive and cruel. He knew there was a reason he hung around. She actually wanted the demonstration for the duel with mom, so he was a winner all the way around. Truth be told, he didn't exactly trust his force-erected cock to hold and he was eager to put it where it wouldn't go soft. He pushed against her asshole on cue and kept pressing harder and harder until he felt his cock move. "Just go on. Push!" Vicky scolded his technique. "Get it over with. Just get it in!" There wasn't much pushing left, but the surge came more or less naturally as his cock gathered momentum and glided in on the lubrication. She wasn't ready at all. Her anus slammed back behind his cockhead and he could barely move his cock under the skin in the grip of the muscular collar. "Do it! Fuck it! Make me an ass slut!" Vicky was yelling out. She was in full show-biz mode and he didn't feel that any of her proclamations were directed at him. He fucked her ass as much as he could and waited for her to open more. It seemed the dirtier her mouth, the looser her ass. As she wound into declaming the virtues of a big, hard cock in the ass, she got more big, hard cock in her ass. It had a ripple effect and he found the span between the first relaxation and pressing hard on her butt with his cock fully buried was very short. "Now it's ready. Now it wants it," Vicky growled, "Fuck me deep and fuck me hard!" He suspected as much. Like the excitation he borrowed from her potty-mouth stream at her mother, he was going to help her put on the show she wanted with great personal gain on his own behalf. He fucked her deep and hard and in between each deep, hard he gave her the full length of his cock from head to hilt. If she wanted it to look rough, being rough gave the truest impression. He didn't like it any better than, say, her riding him from on top, but it wasn't a common request and he took full advantage. "That's it!" Vicky approved, "Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass 100 times and make me an ass slut!" She was caught in her approval whether she actually appreciated his thrusting or not and he took full advantage to put on the show he knew she wished to present. He fucked her ass like he didn't care about anything but getting off. As the strokes shortened and the smacks grew louder, he reached the moment where it was true. Vicky's play by play was like a shriek of relief when she could finally report he was filling her ass with cum. The day of constant arousal and the Hiroshiman climax before had left him to ream her ass for a painstaking duration. Maintaining her patter had become a burden and that was by far the least difficulty she endured. "Is that one or two now," he asked innocently. "Do you count when you found out what it takes to be an ass slut?" "It doesn't matter," Vicky derailed his fun in pursuit of her own. "There's going to be lots more and she's going to watch every one. I'm not stopping at 100. I'm going to take it in the ass until you can slip it in me in my sleep." That was the kind of wildness that would make his cock jump in other circumstances. It was still an interesting vision of fucking her without her knowing. It was too good to last, at least to stay the same. Sooner or later some slip or accident was bound to change things. They had had a good run. He was up to his 55th or 56th exploration of Vicky's colon and amazed she had held onto this particular revenge that long. Susan was getting boring anyway. He didn't have enough friends he could trust to come humiliate her without causing problems and there weren't a lot of things to do to her outside of that. The all-day sucking had been a fine idea, but it wasn't something he could take over the long haul. She wasn't responding to humiliating poses. She wasn't responding to much. She'd do what he ordered like a zombie and that took all the fun out of it. She didn't even seem to be bothered by witnessing him buggering Vicky, but that didn't matter since Vicky still got a thrill out of making her. That is all faint praise for the calamity that happily befell them. He might never have noticed the kid if he hadn't seen the light flashing off Mick's wide, disbelieving eyes. That may be an exaggeration, but not by much. Mick's eyes were searchlight wide as he saw Vicky's mom trotting around the house naked. However, it might have been the movement of him popping up for a better look that attracted the attention. He knew that was trouble before he knew the rest. "I just came to see if Vicky was around," he said defensively when he was dragged into the house by the collar. "And that gives you the right to peep into other people's houses?" he asked the boy. It was a losing cause and he knew it. He might bully the boy into shutting up for an hour but sooner or later the enormity of what he saw was going to win out over the circumstances. "I just kind of looked in," he minimized, "Then, well, it was a shock and I couldn't help looking." "I'm sure Vicky will be happy to know you're so interested," he said sourly. The boy 'well, ahh'ed and 'hmm'ed in answer. It wasn't going to work and he was a fool if he tried. But there was something that might buy them more time. "Susan, we're talking about you. You should be in here," he called. He knew the fun was just beginning when he saw her creep dejectedly into the room. He had found some of the old fun in showing her off to the boy. She was finally showing some emotion and it was that exciting shame. "Hello Mickey," she said faintly. So she knew him. Things were falling into place. If no better for their situation, at least it would be fun. "Bet you never saw Sue like this," he nudged Mick, "You want to see what else she does?" They both were horrifed by the implication, but Susan's horror was the only horror not mixed with eagerness. The kid had a hard-on. There was no denying his interest. "You like to watch or would you like to participate?" he put into the gap of silence. Mickey wasn't ready to say it and he was sure the kid didn't know what to say. He decided to start it off and see how long it took for the kid to respond. "He liked looking before. Show him something, Sue," he ordered. "You know what I mean," he snapped after she had done a reluctant turn, "Turn around, spread your legs and touch the floor. That's what he wants to see." Mick was seeing more than Vicky's mom showing her beaver and her ass to him. He was seeing the control this guy had over her. It scared him. He didn't know why, but he feared he might come unde the same control. "If you see something you like, I'm sure she'd give you a sample," he told the boy. "Just speak up. She'll do anything." It was the same kind of two-fer he had with Susan and Vicky and more entertaining if less personally satisfying. He saw the chill run down Susan's spine even in her position. The boy was just as good with his wobble of indecision. Mick was convinced, not mentally, but in his superstition that doing anything with Vicky's mom would put him in this man's thrall. It was still hardly enough to keep him from rushing over to grope Susan. "Maybe he likes jigglies," he said to Sue, "Stand up and wobble those tits for him." Mick let Susan humiliate herself shaking her impressively wobbling chest at him for an unconscionable time before he finally broke. It was how bad he felt for her that finally made him decide. "No, I'm not going to. You can stop this because I won't," Mick said. "Stop this?" he chuckled, "No, buddy, it just means you won't get any." Saved would be a concept of a rescuer appearing to end the bad stuff. Vicky's arrival was more of a suspension- including all its painful senses. It did stop him from ordering Susan to suck his dick. "Mick?" she turned on the boy first. "What are you doing here?" "What is he doing here," she asked him next. "He was peeping in the windows at your mom," he said. "I brought him in to give him a closer look." "You fucking perve!" she attacked Mick. "You're fucking sick! Peeping in windows to look at old ladies?" "Sick?" Mick thought he could defend himself from Vicky, "You know what's going on here and you call me sick? What about this guy?" "Me?" he jumped back in, "At least I'm not so much of a pussy that I won't take a free piece when it's offered to me." "Say whatever you want, it doesn't make a difference at this point," he said in response to Vicky's inquiring look. Later he was glad she kept him out of the war. "You were looking," she accused Mick, "If it was so sick then I'd think you'd turn away, but you were looking. And if I hadn't walked in I bet you'd be doing more than that now." "No I wouldn't," Mick argued. "I told him to stop." "No, don't, no, stop," Vicky said in a faint voice and then raised it to snarl, "And you didn't stop looking." "He's nuts. He's making her do sick shit," Mickey said. "And I suppose being a perve makes you an expert," Vicky said. "I'm glad I know that now. I'm glad I know how you really are." "This is nice and all, but he's already said he doesn't want to help your poor mother out, so I don't see why he needs to stay," he cut into the argument. "Shouldn't we call the police on the little perve?" Vicky snapped, obviously still not through. "That's hardly neighborly, but we can if you want," he agreed. "Oh, like that's going to happen," Mick snorted. "I'll tell them what you're doing in here." "And that is?" he asked. "You're doing sick things to Vicky's mom. You're making her be naked and stuff," he said. "And you're looking," Vicky jumped in. "And being naked in your own house is a crime?" he asked. "What exactly is the complaint here, except that you were peeping in windows to see her exercising her rights to privacy?" "And like they'd believe a perve," Vicky put in. "But you're making her," Mick said lamely. "Am I forcing you, Susan?" he asked. "No," Susan answered. "She denies it," he said. "Would you like me to make that call, Vicky?" "I think you ought to," she said with narrowed eyes. He knew parts of it were over. The cops seemed to believe that Susan was too shaken to come out, but he couldn't be sure. Mick in his youthful wisdom confirmed the charges out of his own mouth in his eagerness to uncover the 'sick stuff' going on. It was Vicky's anger at Mick that troubled him. It spoke of a bond that he had not been aware of. It didn't trouble him in a sticking his dick in Vicky sense, but it could be trouble in a legal sense. It certainly made her happy and that was good for the present. "Mickey the perve, picked up for peeping," she was jubilant over the boy's fate. "Everybody's going to hear about it." That everybody was going to hear Micky's story about Susan being a sex slave was just as sure. It was the kind of story that had a life of its own, whether real or imagined. "And what were you going to do if I didn't show up right at that very moment?" she asked teasingly, but he sensed danger. "I was going to fuck Susan," he faced the danger and then threw her off with a serious concern, "I wanted to make him an accomplice. I wanted him involved so he'd have a hard time saying anything without implicating himself." She hadn't thought of that. She had a puzzled look. "It's not going to matter," he reassured her. "We've got your mom where we want her no matter what. The worst is that we'll have to change some things around." "Like what?" Vicky wanted to know. "Like we head to the hills before a mob of angry mothers tries to lynch our meal ticket for being a slut," he said. "So, no trouble then," she relaxed too easily. "None we can't handle," he said, reaching under her relaxed blouse to fondle a breast. Vicky had found new meaning in her quest to be an ass slut. It had occured when he had grown bored of climbing up behind her and fucking her ass doggy style. As slutty as it made her feel, and therefore excited by playing the slut for her mother, she found that the other ways presented challenges that brought her focus back to the basics. In some sense, she had been the ravaged woman before. She stuck her ass up and he fucked it. But it was more like permission when he laid her face up and fucked her up under. She was no longer isolated and was allowing him to ravage. And it went deeper because her ass wasn't in the way. Maybe it was half an inch, but it was a dangerous half inch that felt like a foot. "You're hitting something," she complained. "Ass sluts don't care," he reminded her. Her legs lay up against his chest and she felt compressed when he pushed in until his pubic hair tickled her pussy. Then there was the demonic look on his face as he invaded her rectum. She was there for this. She had to participate in a way she didn't feel when she was face down with her ass in the air. "You like it, don't you, ass slut," he prompted her. "It's so fucking big! So fucking deep!" she responded. "Deep where?" he wasn't teasing Sue, although he knew that was the attraction for Vicky. He liked to watch her say it. "It's deep in my ass! You're fucking my ass!" Vicky cried out. It wasn't all her watching his demonic eyes. He enjoyed the play of desire, greed, pain, uncertainty and spite as they crossed her face in cameo appearances. There was a flinch in her eyes and a grimace that she hid as an expression of passion that he most liked and came when he jerked a bit suddenly to drive to the hilt. He savored that and didn't abuse it, also quite pleased with the "O" of happy consternation when he drove into her ass in long strokes. Whatever she imagined about repetition making it easier, she hadn't yet realized that his cock was going to be just as big and stuff her just as full every time he jammed it in her ass. He liked that about her. And it helped him hold his enthusiasm for fucking her ass over and over, day after day. He liked it okay. Fortunately her responses and surprises kept him interested in giving it to her a way she could tolerate. For the other stuff he had Susan. Vicky wasn't the only one that was learning. He was finding out subtle things about himself as well. If he'd been told he'd meet a girl that wanted him to fuck her in the ass 100 times before, he wouldn't have believed it but he'd have grinned and said: bring her on. In the actual day to day it was less enticing than it sounded. That was where he was learning. Like his affection for the wince he could wring out of Vicky, he was honing his preferences. The problem with jamming it in Vicky's ass every night and sometimes twice was mystery. There wasn't any. It was like giving the same tired old woman the same tired old fuck night after night. He liked variety. In that he was fortunate because variety was gathering its things and on its way to meet him. Mickey's story hadn't fallen on deaf ears. "I'm here about Victoria," said the man in the shiny suit with a clipboard in his hand. "What about her?" he was obstinate. "What relation are you to her?" the man went on with questions without offering an answer. "None whatsoever," he said. "I just live here." "So I've been told," he said coldly, "And you have a relationship with Susan, Victoria's mom?" "It would be hard not to have some sort of relationship with someone that lives in the same house," he answered. "If you don't wish to be polite, I will be clear," the man said with the look of smelling something foul on his face. "You have some kind of abusive relationship with Susan that includes her sexual humiliation? In the same house as Victoria?" "Where do you get off calling it abusive? What do you now about it?" he was confrontational. He hadn't expected Children's Services, which this man clearly represented, but he had been prepared for someone snooping around. He was ready for the fun. "We have a report from a young man that witnessed it," the man said smoothly. "That would be the sneaker in bushes, the peeper. You can tell a lot about information by where it comes from," he said. "And a lot about the people that choose to pursue it." "There is a minor child involved and we pursue everything that might indicate a child is in danger," he said prissily. "A miner? There's no mines around here," Vicky came down the stairs to play. She was smart enough to hoodwink this civil servant, but he wasn't comfortable with what she might let slip. "Vicky dear, this nice man wants to take you out of danger and place you with a family that will rape you and force you to do menial household chores for them," he said to her. "Please show him the proper respect." "I'm here to file a report," the man said in response to the innuendo. "I warn you to co-operate." "All right, what do you want?" he asked. "I want you to respond to the question about the nature of your relationship with Susan," he said stiffly. The man would have a heart attack and they'd have to send someone else, he decided. Anyway, where was the fun if he wasted such a great opportunity to put some sparkle back in Susan's life? "Susan, come in here and show this man something," he called. He was right. The lethargy and moping acceptance of her lot was shaken when she padded into the entry hall and saw the man. She could tell he was official. He wasn't some 'friend' she would have to furnish favors for. A terror that had been lost came alive again in her eyes. For all the warm feeling that generated in him, it was nothing compared to the glee he felt seeing the man react. Clearly trying to pretend composure, he did everything but. He stared, tried not to stare, fumbled and then went back to looking as if to confirm what he couldn't believe. "Or you could show him everything," he joked, "Now ask this man what he wants- nicely- because he's Very Important." "So much for the reliability of our source," the man harrumphed when he could find his tongue. "Everything is as he said." "You mean she's naked?" he said with honest incredulity. "That's an abusive and whatever else you said relationship?" "I'm here to file a report," he said again. "I will report these findings." "And you'll explain that Vicky is a girl and already knows all about naked girl parts, won't you," he asked. "Officers will be in contact," the man said as haughtily as he could manage scrambling for the door. "Well, now you've put your foot in it," Susan spoke, ignoring the consequences in the perceived victory of his undoing. "But you'll be able to get us out of it by giving of yourself, I'm sure," he answered. He had no worry about Vicky. She was as rebellious as ever. "Good luck to them," Vicky said, "How soon do they think they can do anything anyway?" "Given the effiency of beauracracy, probably a month," he guessed. "They got two weeks," Vicky sneered. "Then they can lick my ass." Susan was becoming a drug on the market to everyone but Vicky. The brief amusement of showing her to the man at the door was the first flicker in some time. She was ready to do whatever he wanted with such emotionless obedience that it wasn't worth the effort. It was another thing he learned. His cock had grander desires than it was ready to pursue. He could fuck Susan while Vicky was out and still have enough to satisfy his young vixen, but it was a strain and a strain without any real excitement if Susan wouldn't play along. He was conserving his energy to give to Vicky and the occasional ambush fuck for Sue. Now in the 60's in anal exploration, Vicky still was yet to be so blase that he could slip it in her ass while she was asleep. He hadn't had that as some great quest before she mentioned it, but after she did, he liked the idea. He couldn't slide his cock between her cheeks and put it to her ass without her stirring and any pressure brought her awake. Vicky was variously warmly agreeable and sharply resistant, but that wasn't the point. After a couple of times spooning her agreeable ass, he quit pressing when she stirred at the touch. He couldn't slip it in Susan's ass when she was asleep either, but that didn't bother him. Susan made a shriek like a fire alarm when he cuddled behind her and then invaded with a hard thrust. It was as much life as he could prompt out of her these days and he prompted for all he was worth. She even struggled a few moments before she woke enough to realize what was happening. And he took great pleasure in jamming her deep and hard until she dropped back into her drone-like acceptance. Without admitting it, he kept these adventures to nights when Vicky had been well-fucked and worked out. He still told her it was her place to fuck him first if she didn't want mom to get any, but he scheduled the actual events to times she would be the least argumentative. He could see that changing, soon, a couple of weeks, but he wasn't going to fuck up so close to the wire. Vicky, though he trusted she wouldn't use it, still had a club. Until her birthday she was still underage. He couldn't piss her off totally until she was 18. Somehow the 100 had invaded his psyche as well. Given the timing of when it would be accomplished, it had become a kind of symbol of change. When Vicky had been fucked in the ass 100 times, things would change. First off, there would be a lot more blow-jobs going on and he'd bugger her when he felt like it and not on a schedule. They might even find more fun things for mom to do once Vicky was over her obsessive harping on anal exhibitionism. Given her taste, he thought Vicky might like to switch around the domination of her mother by fucking mom in the ass for a change. A few good ideas had been swept away in Vicky's race to 100. Once that was over, he planned on putting every one of them out there for their common, except Susan, enjoyment. They had just crossed the 80 plateau and intended on getting deep into that number when the glitch occured. "Victoria?" a roly-poly woman with an ID card clipped to her pocket inquired smarmily. She could afford to be unctuous because there were two burly cops outside. It seemed Children's Services had pushed thorough Vicky's case with emergency speed. "I'll just run away," Vicky said, seeing her intent, "I'll be out on the streets giving blow-jobs for change so I can eat. At least here I have a warm bed. I'll have to sleep in an alley and give it up to homeless men if you take me away." "I wonder where she gets that imagination?" the lady sneered at him and then told Vicky, "You'll have a bed tonight. These officers will make sure of that." Vicky turned down the offer to pack. She stalked to the door and put out her hands in case the officers wanted to cuff her. She only gave him parting smile as she was led away. "Now it's time to make the old lady howl," he said, turning to Sue. Whatever enjoyment she was feeling was wiped away as he intended. He might not get a rise out of her, but he was going to take the opportunity to- what had the man said- take advantage of the and sexually servile relationship. There was no way to do it wrong. He lay back and ordered her to suck his dick. Sure, there'd been dick sucking all along, but mostly in preparation for him to shove it in Vicky's ass. He was going to have Susan suck him off while he lay back and enjoyed it for a change. She could rush to get it over with or drag along, barely edging him toward orgasm. He didn't care. He'd lay back and like it however she went at it. This was one time her attitude didn't mean anything to him. All that counted was a mouth on his cock and knowing all he had to do was enjoy the cum rising until he filled her mouth. She tried to be monotonous and mechanical but that only fed his fantasy that he had a dick-sucking machine, the greatest invention known to man. His eyes were closed and a mouth was moving up and down his cock. There was just no way to make that bad. He relented in the middle of the third blow-job. The second had taken place, and taken hours, while he sat on the couch and watched sports with her kneeling between his knees and sucking on and on and on. It wasn't that she was trying to delay. Her mouth was quite numb and her neck and shoulders aching. He was just easily distracted by what he saw on the screen and made it last. Stopping her on the third was not an act of mercy. He'd just found that his cock's desire was bigger than its appetite again. He wanted to fuck for a change and pushed her away and told her to get on her knees. It was a ploy confuse her since it was such an obvious indication he was going to fuck her ass. He'd had plenty of that too. He wasn't even going to leave her in the position very long. He shoved in, figuring she thought it was a trick before he rammed it up her ass and fucked her a bit. "Now get your lame ass down," he said, shoving her to her side. He caught her twisted to perfection as she tried to lay on her back. Her leg hadn't cleared and he grabbed it and pulled it to his chest so she was caught with her shoulders flat and her hips turned to the side. That was what he wanted. He put his cock back in her and heaved. She had juiced up nicely while he took her from the rear. She was as warm and slippery as if she was willing as he fucked her. He was watching her face as his cock drove into her. She was human. Cocks felt good. And he wasn't being rough or mean. He was just fucking her the way he, the way women, liked. It was biology. He was enjoying her attempt to deny that as she hid any trace of pleasure he might be giving her. Such obstintance only proved his power over her. She was as distressed denying her feelings as she'd be terrified by any twisted scene he decreed. It was enjoyable to watch, moreso when there was the occasional slip. He was surprised himself at how hard, at how much, he came when he reached that point. It had been rewarding in more senses than he had thought. He missed pussy more than he knew or fucking Susan was a change his cock welcomed with efflusive outpouring. "Sleep on your cot. I'll come over and fuck your ass if I wake in the night," he left her with a little thrill as he kicked her out of bed. It was time to collect Vicky. The Childrens' Services emergency speed was a joke. About the time he was delivering a copious batch of semen into her mother, Vicky had come of age. He was looking forward to more fun. He brought Alan as a silent partner, representing an attorney to give them a fright. He hoped they did something stupid. Then they'd all go down. "I'm here to file a complaint," he announced at the desk. "A friend's daughter has been kidnapped by the police." The sergeant gave him a suspicious look. "Then what are the charges? What's bail?" he went on. "She's not here. She's at Juve hall," the segeant snorted. "And which door is that?" he said to draw attention to the fact that it was all in the same building. He was going to announce his purpose to everyone he met from the front door to wherever they were holding Vicky. At the moment publicity was his friend. "I've come to claim the victim of a kidnapping," he told the grumpy matron at the Juvenile desk. "Why don't you sit down?" she suggested. "We've still got a few things to check out. We want to make sure of her date of birth." Ahhh, the smart one. It was time to be louder. "Tort!" he shouted. "See, I said it'd be a suit," he said to Alan. "Holding an adult against her will... We sue them and the city both. Millions." Not altogether cowed by the threat, the matron nevertheless budged her large ass off her chair and went in the back. She returned with the case worker that had abducted Vicky "And what is it you are shouting about?" the case worker asked. "A pile of bucks, money, moolah," he said. "Vicky's been an adult since the twelveth stroke of midnight and she's still detained. That's a tort. I read a law book once." "Clearly a clerical error that escaped our notice," she purred, I trust you have..." She didn't get to finish as he flourished Vicky's birth certificate, complete with seal, her Social Security card and a copy of her driver's license. With a grimace that was barely more than a tic, she nodded to the matron. She stared at him the minute it took for the matron to return with Vicky and he bounced on his feet pretending not to notice. "Daddy!" Vicky flew at him. "Now can I have my birthday present? Can I? Can I? You said I had to be old enough. I'm old enough now!" He didn't have to pretend his chagrin very hard. Not that it mattered except to Vicky. He'd come to know her well enough that he recognized her revenge. And there was nothing they could do. "He's going to fuck me!" she turned with an evil smile to the case worker, "He promised. When I come of age. I'll finally know what it is to be a woman! Now Mommy won't be the only one!" It was hard to say what impact it had. Both women were well practiced in the stern, forbidding stare and they kept it fixed on their faces as he dragged Vicky, hanging on his neck, from the room. "It wasn't so bad," she changed her tune once they were outside, "The other girls were cool. And I didn't tell them anything. I've seen enough movies about jailhouse snitches." "You have to give up pussy?" he asked. "No. No one asked," she pouted and then smiled, "But I bet Mom did. What did you do to her while I wasn't there? You fucked her a lot I bet." He told her the truth. He generally did. It wasn't some issue of trust as much as his not caring that she knew. It made things simpler. "Then you've had all those blow-jobs you wanted and we can get back to making me an ass slut," Vicky said. Alan had begun to wonder why he was dragged along. It didn't make him sympathetic to hear that his friend had to fuck this kid in the ass. But Vicky brightened his prospects. "And your friend came along, huh? Don't you think you ought to do something to thank him?" Vicky asked. It seemed like that would cheapen the gesture, but he saw Alan was willing to cheapen it as much as he could. He saw the gleam and for an instant considered passing off an ass-fuck or two. He wasn't sure how Vicky would take that and then was relieved of saying anything. "He could ass-fuck Mom while you do me," Vicky suggested. "I feel sorry for her sometimes, seeing me get it in the ass and there she is without a cock in her butt." His honesty didn't extend to things Vicky didn't know or ask about. Regular Vicky was hard enough to rouse from sleep and well-fucked Vicky seemed to sleep through the air-raid siren of her mother getting boned in the butt. He thought it might have been that she didn't care, but her words said she had slept through it. "What is that now?" Alan wanted to know. "Eighty-two," Vicky announced proudly over her shoulder. They had gone back to the kneeling position in honor of the ocassion. It was easier to fit Vicky and Sue on the bed that way. The women were side by side and the fantasy was they'd get stroke for stroke. That was already past tense, since Alan had watched as his buddy opened Vicky's ass with his cock. He was strokes behind when he turned his attention to Susan's tight little hole and eased his cock in. Alan didn't care about Vicky's game or humiliating Sue, for that matter. He was taking it as he found it and doing the best for himself. He had no inclination to ram his cock in Sue because he could. He pressed until it yielded and pressed some more like he always did. If Susan was grateful, she wasn't going to show it any more than her distress at being raided with one thrust. It was hardly anything to be pleased about given that she was being buggered by a near stranger- except he'd abused her before- on the bed where her main tormentor was getting fucked in the ass by her other tormentor. Alan didn't care about that either. As his friend was balls deep in a moaning teen, he was slowly giving the ass in front him the last two inches and perfectly happy. He might like a crack at the teen because she was so nasty, but he was fucking an ass that was hot and tight and had no complaint. "That's better now, Mommy, isn't it?" Vicky was starting the harangue that was her whole intent in staging the double fuck. "You've got a big, hard cock in your ass just like me. Isn't it better when you've got a cock in your ass too while I'm getting my tight little asshole reamed out so good?" Vicky was the one getting reamed. There had been so many repetitions, 82, that he knew she liked one way as much as another. It was more efficient, and still good, to drive into her ass hard and help her to squeal to her mother. She took the slamming like she was already the ass slut she was training to be and he liked the quick, clean rush to the finish. Alan was favoring the slow out and hard in on his side of the bed. Susan only moved to keep her balance, but that was like wanting it compared to some asses Alan had fucked. That she stayed ass up and took it was all he needed from her. He knew how to please himself with a tight asshole wrapped around his cock. "He's fucking my ass, Mom! He's fucking my ass!" Vicky callled out needlessly as the sound of him slapping on her butt was loudly evident, "How about you? Is your ass getting fucked too?" It was a question Vicky wanted answered, but he was too busy slapping against her butt to care. He wasn't going to interrupt his momentum to order Susan to answer. He was more of the mind of getting off and then tormenting Sue while Alan finished up. "Oh jeeze! Oh Jeeze! He's cumming! He's cumming a lot!" Vicky announced when the cock filled her ass and jerked fitfully in her as he butted her hard in his passion. She did take it. She took it all. He had a moment of content that was nearly as satisfying as the load he had just dumped in her ass as he paused with his cock pressed to its limit in her ass. If it was getting a tad boring, there were at least the little things like feeling how deep he was in her without the frenzy of fucking and the slow, satisfying feeling of pulling his cock out of her gaping rectum. Beside them Alan was still jarring Susan and pulling back to jar her again. He was taking his time to enjoy the ass-fucking. Vicky was going to have time to persecute her mother to her heart's content. "I know how you like it," Vicky said conversationally, "Because I like a big, hard cock in my ass. It must feel so good to have that big hard cock in your ass. You like having a big, hard cock fucking your ass, don't you?" Susan wasn't going to answer. She had shut down to the taunting like she had become numb to the humiliation. It didn't seem to rob Vicky of the fun, however. She went on as if she didn't need any response to please her. "Fuck her hard now," Vicky turned her attention to Alan. "She likes it real hard and deep. Ream her out good. She likes that." Poor Alan wasn't immune to this strange interplay between mother and daughter. It was twisted and perverse and made him wild. It made him abandon his plan and start fucking Susan with a vengance. "That's the way she likes it. That's the way you like it," Vicky switched between addressing Alan and her mother, "Fuck her harder. You like it real hard, don't you?" Poor Alan was hardly even fucking ass any more. He was caught in the spell of Vicky's revenge and stabbing into Susan's ass as a reaction to the sexual atmosphere Vicky exuded. It became more than a sex act. It was a state of being- being aroused beyond endurance. From the side he watched his friend turn into a madman. Alan was fucking into Susan as though his life depended on pounding her butt into submission. He'd never seen such energy from anyone, let alone Alan. It was as if Alan was supporting his weight on his hands and letting his butt swing with all the force he could muster into Susan's ass. And he was doing it as fast as he could pull back to swing his ass into Susan's again. He liked seeing Alan enjoy himself, however demented the tableaux. When he was finally done with all attendant surging into Susan's ass in jerky lunges and released her, Susan slumped down, sobbing. Alan was a bit dazed. Vicky was laughing crazily. He looked over his sorry brood and wondered where they would land next. Susan had many skills of the office variety and other varieties. They could make a living anywhere selling her body if she couldn't find anything else. She couldn't refuse. He could order her to perform any kind of high-paying act that would pile up the cash. While that retained some satisfaction of humiliating Susan in ways she might not shrug off, he generally preferred to keep her for his own amusement and the very occasional use of his friends. It wasn't a hard rule, but he would consider it as he planned their move. It was clear Susan wasn't all callous. Tremors of shame were the origin of the sobs she was shedding. Whether it was because it was Alan or from some reaction to Vicky's taunting, he didn't know, but it said there was still disgust to release in her. And his vicious little bitch was a wild dog through and through. She had no rebellion except against her mother. She didn't give a hoot for authority and she wasn't chafing at some moral restraints. What she did was out of a pure response to her pleasure. She liked what they were doing and wasn't going to change. "Where are you going?" he asked Alan, who was lurching unsteadily toward the door. "I'm, pooped out, man," Alan said. "I don't think I can take any more." "What? One time?" he ragged on his friend, "And I was going to let you have the honor of 84." "What?" Vicky yelped. "You didn't want to have some variety?" he looked amazed, "Sorry, I only offered because I thought you did." "No man, I don't think I could," Alan deferred. "He is kind of cute and he did fuck my mom," Vicky changed her mind. "See man?" he asked Alan, "Not right now. Sit down and rest and then in a while." Teen ass- and even a certified number of which one he was. It made Alan pause. Certainly it would be the second different dick to explore her bung hole. And he knew how to pick them. She had to be prime and it was an offer he might never have again. Alan limped back and sat on the bed. Alan looked down at Susan who had pulled away and was sniffling. "She'll be happy to see her daughter get the same cock that was up her ass," he said in reference to Susan and to delight Vicky. "And if she isn't happy, then you fuck her," Vicky told him. "But then I won't be able to fuck you," he complained. "85?" Vicky asked merrily. "During 84," he countered and then folded his hands to his chest in a silly gesture and said, "I couldn't think what to get you for your birthday, but I thought a new sexual experience might be okay." "You mean you and him both?" she asked. "At the same time?" He nodded. "A sandwich. Double your pleasure, double the dick, two holes at once, no waiting." He sensed the frivolity of a celebration edge her past the slight hesitation. She was in a mood and it was her birthday... and she wouldn't know until she tried it. She went with the idea of adventure and agreed. He'd conjured the whole idea in a second as a reaction to being offered Susan's ass. He hadn't intended to introduce Vicky to such things so quickly, but it popped into his head full blown and it was easier said than to think up another excuse. And it wasn't likely he would have another dick he could trust handy in the near future. It seemed like an idea he should have thought of to celebrate Vicky's coming of age. After all, it was the next step for a girl that had done everything else before she was 18. It took an effort for Vicky to bring her mouth to Alan's prick. It was different for him to cram it in her shit hole. And she wanted that mostly because it was the same dick that had fucked her mother. But she had spent overlong already sucking her lover's dick and Alan's was brushing against her cheek expectantly. It was just a dick and still a special dick because it was going to have a supporting role in her birthday present. She tried not to think about it too much and moved to Alan's cock without fanfare. Alan sighed appreciatively as her mouth sucked up and down his cock. He was already harder than her lover and Vicky felt she was sucking him only out of politeness. After a decent interlude she went back to her lover and flicked her tongue over the head of his dick. "Can I have my present now?" she asked coyly. "Any time you're ready, princess," he said "Aren't you going to lie down?" Vicky asked him. "No. Alan is," he said. "He's the guest of honor and... well, you'll see." Vicky's eyes were bright as she positioned herself over Alan. She found it distracting in the extreme to squat over a cock and take it in her ass from on top. She wasn't able to keep her concentration to suitably move up and down that way. They had abandoned the attempt early in her quest for 100, saying they'd return to it later. This time there was none of that worry in her eyes. She was full of the adventure. He was happier every moment that he had suggested it. He had the delicious thrill of watching her eyes as she settled down and Alan's cock stretched her anus open. As used as she might be to the penetration, her expression still reflected the unknown yet to come. "Go all the way down. Sit right on it," he urged, "Get it all in your ass and then lean back." Vicky looked hungry as she followed his instruction. She leaned back with an eager look. He kept his eyes on hers as he moved into position and watched her mouth open as he pushed his cock into her pussy. "Oh god!" escaped her when he swept her legs up and left her suspended on the two cocks ravaging her holes. "I'm so full of cock!" she announced as he fucked her. "I can feel you both in me. I've got two cocks in me and you're fucking me." "You like it?" he asked as he pumped in and out, "You like taking two cocks? You like fucking two guys at once? Do you like it?" "Oh fuck me! Yes, I like it. Fuck me," Vicky gasped in the grip of the double sensation of the big spike in her ass and his cock fucking her rapidly, "Fuck me and make me cum!" He took her to the edge and stopped. She cried out in frustration. Yes, it was her birthday, but she didn't need to have every need met. He wasn't going to spoil her unless it meant more for him. "Now we come to the fun part," he told her frowning face. She was skeptical throughout the process of his withdrawal and pulling her off Alan's cock. It had softened to wonder as he pulled her on top of him and had her settle down on his cock. "You'll like it better this way," he soothed her. Like was a funny word to apply. Vicky found it completely different to be stuck on his cock and have Alan attacking from the rear. Oh yes, there was the ravage of a cock in her ass. Where before it was a reminder and her focus had been her lover fucking her, now Alan's cock stole her thought with every slam into her ass. She was being ass-fucked, royally, deeply and hard. Her lover's cock was a teasing reminder that her pussy was flowing and aching to cum. She braced herself to dare Alan's driving thrusts and move back at him to move the cock in her cunt. It was very different. Before when she had boldly thrown her ass back to have it fucked harder, it was for the nasty thrill of being brazen. She had reveled in the cock taking her back road to the point of it making her tingle. Now Alan's cock was almost punishing her for her desire to cum. As she gathered her courage and gave in to her need, she drove her ass back in spite of his hard slamming into her ass. Her attempts to make her lover's cock move inside her were greeted by sterner reminders of the cock impaling her tight little ass. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" she screamed. Finally her lover moved. Vicky could do little more than shake helplessly in the throes of her orgasm as both men drove their cocks into her together. This too was unlike ever before. She was cumming on the cock in her ass! Her drive to seek stimulation from the cock in her pussy undoubtably brought her to the point, but it was the cock in her ass, the hammering, driving invasion that filled her head as she climaxed. She felt it be even larger in her spasms as she came and it was the cock that she identified as both men rammed her full of cock with synchronized thrusts as she howled in orgasm. "We won't count this as 85," he said as he pushed her off and got over the exhausted girl. It shouldn't be 85, Vicky thought carelessly as he lay over her prone form and drove his cock straight down into her ass. I can hardly tell he's there. He finished in 30 seconds or so and rolled off the double cum-filled ass of his teen lover. From her dreamlike state, he was sure he had made her birthday one to remember. Mickey and the authorities still loomed as malefactors on the horizon. While there was nothing they could do directly, he knew that they were pissed off and there was no limit to the ingenious forms of harrassment they might invent. He thought they might exist in obscurity a little longer, until Vicky graduated, but Mickey had ruined that. And, in truth, he was getting a bit bored with things as they were. The trouble had at least roused some emotion from Susan and that gave him hope that a change of scene might make it fun to fuck with her again. "Just stand over there," he told Susan firmly, "Do you have any idea how silly you look trying to run from room to room to evade these guys?" There was a smouldering resentment in Susan's eyes that went nicely with her hunted look before. She still wasn't used to letting strangers see her naked. He noted that with pleasure. The movers switched between transparent fantasies looking at the nude woman to politely ignoring the fact there was a naked woman in the room. That became more of one lustful glance and back to work as Susan stood where she was told. He resisted Vicky's urging to one more fuck on the carpet of an empty room as he herded the women to the car. There might be time for that on the road or at least in their room that night. "It's the perfect time for you to let them see who you are," he said, refusing to unlock the doors so a naked Susan could conceal herself in the car while he loaded the truck with luggage. He had contempt for the risk in view of the renewed agitation he was causing Susan. And he wasn't ignorant of the gratitude he was building in Vicky with his unbending misuse of her mother. "You'll have to wear clothes when you go looking for a job," he told her as they left the driveway, "You should be glad to have more time to be free and open before that happens." Susan was frowning so hard he thought her face might stick. It was like nectar to him and an intoxicant to Vicky. The teen was so excited that she couldn't stay still in her seat. "I could play with it while you drive," she said eagerly, sitting on her leg and turned to him, "I wouldn't make you cum or anything distracting unless you wanted me to." "We could fuck in the back seat if we could trust your mother to drive," he suggested and then vetoed the idea, "But she doesn't have a pocket to keep her driver's license in." He glanced in the rearview mirror to see the affect of his reminder that they might be pulled over. Already in as foul a mood as she could manage, Susan seemed unaffected. Leaving one grateful window attendant in their wake at a fast-food drive-up, the company had no real incidents until they reached the motel where they'd be staying. Then it was a largely boring, except to Susan, scamper up a flight of stairs to their second-floor room. "Now let's fuck!" Vicky said eagerly the moment the door had closed. "With the curtains open or closed? This bed or that?" he asked to test the waters. Vicky's wildness had not seemed to be entirely fueled by her mother's shame. He was sensing an urge in her to shock and be aroused by her wantonness. He was thinking of nude games with both women when Vicky opted for open curtains and the bed by the window. "Susan, get us the lube," he said as he pulled off his clothes. Vicky had dived on the bed while he was still struggling with pants, shoes and socks and was rolling over in obscene poses. They all seemed to feature legs wide apart and most of them knees pulled back to expose her groin for him or any passing person at the window. "Oh my," Vicky said in despair when his cock came out at half mast. "Come here. Hurry! I want it now!" Her move was less a somersault than some serpentine reversal as she brought her head to the foot of the bed and dived at his cock. For once, he gratefully noted, her proven teasing gave way to sucking his cock in and trying to cram it down her gullet. He was a second from hard when she started, but Vicky seemed to ignore than in her frenzy to ram his cock into her throat. "Here," Susan threw the lube on the bed with disgust as she was forced to listen to her daughter choke with the effort of pushing her lips to the hilt of his hard-on. "Now wait," Vicky gasped as she pulled off his cock, although he had shown no impulse to move, "I got another idea." There was no need to insure the stiffness in his pecker as he saw her intention. Vicky rolled off the bed and bent over the table next to the window. "I want you to fuck me like this," she said, "And in the ass, of course." There was no better way to celebrate 85, he thought as he swept the lube from the bed. There might be a ways to go to her precious 100, but he marked this as the start of a new chapter in the things he could devise to keep his teen lover entranced with fucking him. Not that her interest was more than a necessity to his own desire to fuck this girl in every way that amused him. It was good, and he was lucky, that her wild tastes so fully included his own. "Don't waste so much time. I can take it by now," Vicky scolded as he greased her ass with one fucking finger. "I want you to put it right in and fuck me hard!" He wanted to help her. The rough, screaming rape-like thrust had been reserved for Susan, who didn't dare complain, but he was willing and even eager to give Vicky what she was asking for. It might serve her right for thinking she could take it and it might be something she had been missing in his more careful entry. "Then grab one cheek in each hand and pull it open for me," he said in echo of their first anal adventure. "Show me where you want it and I'll give it to you." He'd felt the brown ring around his cock 84 times before, but this time his target was well beyond her asshole. He braced so his first touch was the start of a thrust that burst through her sphincter and drove fully half his cock into her ass in the merest slice of a second. "OHH! Fuck me!" Vicky turned a screech into a plea for more. He slapped hard against her ass and took her at her word. He pulled back an inch and slammed again. His hands grabbed her hips at the hip bones to give him leverage more than to steady her against the power of him driving hard against her jiggling ass. "Fuck me! Fuck it hard! Fuck me!" Vicky seemed lost for thought and threw out the only words that came to her in her desperation for him to give her more. He was not deaf to the distress in her voice, but he followed the words that urged him to do what he desired. His strokes became longer as the lust of violating her ass fed his arousal. He was going to work out that ass, fuck that ass, take her in the way she deserved to be fucked. "Oh God! It's so hard!" she mewled, "So big!" Distress had passed into the muted ache of arousal but her ass clenched his cock the same. He fucked her long and hard as she found the plateau of pleasure, taking only his own need into account. He had started with a fury and he intended to end with one. It was going to open a new vista for her or make her sorry she had begged for it, he didn't care. All he cared was that he was coming into the homestretch and was ready for the big finish. "Now take it, bitch!" he growled as one long thrust ended with a lunge that knocked her into the table. His hands came off her hips to brace himself on the table over her and he pounded the bend of her thighs mercilessly against the edge as he tried to drive into her ass past the resistance of her flattened ass. He rammed for deeper when there was no deeper to go. His cock never left its deepest penetration, only striving to go deeper still. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Vicky gibbered as he heaved against her body as if to cave it in. "Oh Christ!" he cried out in an uncharacteristic outburst when the cum spurted. Long, hard, rapid, maniacal were his thrusts as his cum spurted out into her bowels. Without his meaning to move, his hips compelled the savage fucking in response and to enhance the spasms that were unleashing a day's pent up cum into Vicky. "So when's 86?" he asked with his cock still deep in Vicky's rectum to gauge her distress. "If you think it'll get hard again leaving it in, leave it in and we'll do 86 as soon as you get it up," Vicky retorted with spirit. He should have known better than to think the young tart would have a moment of weakness because her knees were weak from his fucking. But then he remembered where they were and pulled back the slightest on the off-chance an audience might be interested where his cock was. "We could stay this way until someone sees us," he suggested to a happy wiggle of Vicky's rear. "We could send mom out to attract attention," Vicky countered with her one true fetish. But the motel patrons were shy or they were in an uninhabited end of the court. A minute or two of breathy expectation turned quickly to boredom, and for Vicky stiffness, at their pose. He let his cock droop out of her ass and Vicky stood up. "I vote food before 86," Vicky said. "I'm hungry." Susan was distraught when they returned. It seemed that the loud coupling before had not gone unnoticed. Sensitive as she was, and with good reason, to blackmail, she was in a panic. "He came to the door, but I wouldn't answer," she said, "I hid so he couldn't see me in the window. But he didn't give up. He called on the phone and kept calling." "He told me to shut up and listen," she said, "He wants to know what it's worth to keep quiet about daddy fucking his underage daughter." Clearly an amateur, he thought. That naked Susan had been observed before she heard the knock and that her state of mind was one that attracted threats didn't escape him. But there was so much this guy didn't know. It was stupid, from a professional point of view, to bank on information you hadn't taken the least trouble to confirm. It was as easy to call him back as it was for him to call them. "I think you should fuck Mom," he said when the phone picked up. "What?" came the confused voice at the other end. "You asked what it's worth. I say you fuck Mom," he repeated. "We might get excited and join in so that's a bonus watching us, but you can fuck the old lady if you want." "You think this is a joke, you sick fuck?" the phone replied. "I think you're the joke, asshole," he said. "In fact- race you to the cops. And forget about fucking the old lady." He pressed the hang-up and then left the phone off the hook. "You." he said to Susan, "Down on all fours and stay." Perilous stuations and danger were one thing, but Susan had a heavier (metaphorical) collar around her neck. She dropped to her hands and knees still looking panicked. He silently thanked their unknown adversary for making it fun again. They had settled on Chinese. Something about the old quip that two hours later you're hungry had tickled Vicky with its sexual echo. Unlike her mother, the move, the change, even the danger made Vicky lively and eager. He dumped the box of Susan's food on a plate in front of her. No one had to explain she was to eat it like a dog. The pause for their twisted kind of normality past, he turned to Vicky with a grin. "Time to turn up the heat?" he asked. He could forgive her confusion. She was the eager follower. Her own ideas were usually some variation on ones she'd seen him use. "Call the cops," he explained. "Let's see what the wanna-be does when they show up." He did not, of course, complain of blackmail. That would make the scrutiny too intense. He didn't fear that. Susan was far too cowed to be a danger, but, amusing as it might be, he didn't want to waste the time turning the police in circles when there were so many more exciting prospects and a devious, aroused teen to do them with. He reported a suspicious man lurking in the parking lot. He gave a vague, but considered description: he must be about 5-10, 6-foot by where his shoulder comes on a car roof, and said this man was sneaking around with no apparent purpose. That should bring a squad car and set off an interesting scene. It made the phone buzz. "You don't think I'll turn you in, do you?" came a harried voice. "Please do," he said. "It will confirm what I told them." "What?" the voice was defensive, and out of breath, "That I'm a good citizen? I got nothing. I'm just turning you in." "And then you'll get nothing," he said calmly, "Or you can reconsider wetting your willie." "It's better than prison," he added after a pause. The phone hung up. A moment later their eyes, the would-be blackmailer, his and Vicky's, met as he passed the still open window. He was scowling and his eyes darted to the parking lot and back. Vicky smiled and waved. From the man's reaction, he knew the man had been only a hearer and not a seer of their loud congress. It was another amusing dig at this ne'er-do-well to taunt him with the prime he wouldn't be getting. Susan knew her fate when he appeared. It was another reminder of her sad state, hauntingly similiar to her original downfall. It was in many ways worse than she could imagine, holding fears and reminders along with her shame and disgust, but the weight of everything that crushed down on her left her numbly accepting. She was naked on the floor like a dog. She had stopped eating in anticipation of whatever encounter might ensue, but remnants of bean sprouts still clung to her face. In all, she was a sorry sight but didn't appear that way to the new man. There was something revolting in the scene, but he turned that into a quiver of excitement at the sheer depravity. It being his first good look at Susan, and wanting to feel he was getting something, he saw her more clearly than the others whose appraisal was dimmed by familiarity. Sure she was old, older than him, but her hanging breasts made U's of fullness and not V's where they swung under her and her butt was in good shape, and rather small, for a woman her age. "Go ahead," said Vicky's lover, "She responds to voice commands and if she doesn't, beat her." This last was like cold steel stuck in Susan's breast. She felt whipped and abused by her predicament, mentally, but it was the first mention of physical abuse. It made her realize how much farther there was to fall. "And you two are just going to watch?" the would-be blackmailer asked. "Well, we won't interfere, unless you start damaging her," he toyed with the man, "We don't know you and we don't know we can trust you to play nice." "You going to close those curtains?" he asked next. It was a consideration. It was really Vicky's call, but he made it for her in her best interest. He had no particular interest in further shaming this man, but he saw how Vicky might. It was quite nice to feel the power. But it had the feel of deal breaker and he knew that their focus, both his and Vicky's, was Susan. The man was obviously uncomfortable with them watching. He decided that would have to suffice for Vicky's power trip and they could both enjoy Susan's humiliation. He closed the curtains and the drapes with a flourish. For a moment they were locked in indecision. The man looked at Susan and at them uneasily. Susan was frozen, awaiting a command. Then the man undid his belt. "Crawl over here and suck my dick," the man ordered Susan as he shoved down his pants with a quick motion and sat on the bed opposite Vicky and her lover. It was amusing to see him take command. It was like a puppet with a puppet. Vicky seemed to feel the same way. She curled her legs under her on the bed and leaned on him, her hand snaking to his crotch. No harm in that, he thought as he watched Susan crawl and then push her face in the stranger's crotch. He had half decided to withhold the treat of letting the stranger see him fuck Vicky. That did not rule out teasing him by arousing each other while dressed. He in turn slipped his hand into Vicky's shirt to squeeze her breast. Susan wasn't shirking. More than that, she had adopted the role she had been given. Her hands stayed on the floor as she used only her mouth to suck cock. The stranger leaned back in obvious satisfaction at the way her mouth travelled up and down his growing prick. "That's right," the man sighed, "Suck it right down." He wasn't the straightest arrow in the quiver himself. The presence of witnesses hadn't slowed his response to Susan's mouth and he was fully erect, or at least hard enough that she gagged loudly when he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down on him. It wasn't his style but he wasn't going to interfere. He might prefer Susan's frightened compliance with his implied menace, but it was fun to watch her feel the direct physical force of this cruder man. It was good for her to know and compare, he thought as the other man pulled her head up for a gasp and then jammed her back down on his suffocating cock. Vicky's hand gripped him tighter through his pants and she was mesmerized as the man held her mother's head tight against his groin and crooned, "That's right. I love the way your throat works that cock." The other man wasn't going for a blow-job, he assumed correctly as he watched Susan struggle with the panic that gave the other man the great sensation on his cock. Susan wouldn't be able to settle down to sucking after that. "Now up there and lift your tail," the other man ordered with a yank on Susan's hair. It was pleasing to hear how quickly the other man grasped the situation. Along with a certain grace with which he pulled Susan off his cock and then pulled her past him to propell her to the bed, it said he was no stranger to mistreating women. He was glad their paths had crossed, for Vicky's education as well as his own amusement. He was teasing Vicky's nipple with pain and pleasure, twisting it roughly and then soothing as the other man stood up and took off his pants. The other man wasn't as shy in front of them with Susan on all fours on the bed. He might have even been brandishing his hard-on with pride as he paused a moment to look at his victim. Vicky was shifting restlessly beside him, perhaps from his treatment, but more likely with pent-up passion. As the man knelt on the bed and approached Susan's rear, he put his hand on Vicky's belt and moved her closer. His hand went back to cupping her breast in its restraining bra and the other undid her belt as the stranger stabbed his cock into Susan. Vicky reciprocated as he slipped his hand into her loosened pants and fingered her. Her hand was eager, but her touch was light as her skin and his found each other. It was a strange, kinky, almost teen thing to masturbate each other, but it was beyond that when watching Susan being banged on the bed next to them. "Don't make me cum," he whispered into Vicky's ear needlessly as his hands worked to make her. It was a simple task to have her squirming in ecstasy with her mother being mercilessly fucked in front of her. The stranger was giving a good, if rough, account of himself. He was swinging his arm with the accompanying slap like a rodeo rider on a bronco as he fucked Susan energetically. Again, he thought it was good for her to feel the rougher side of her fate. The other man was like a cowboy too in his urging for Susan to move it more and take it hard as he drove into her with no restraint. Vicky was trembling in constant rapture on his fingers at her mother's mistreatment. "Don't forget her ass. Fuck her in the ass!" Vicky yelled out in wild urgency that her mother might be spared one humiliation and its pain. The stranger slammed into Susan while processing. Then he stopped halfway and looked down at his mount. "How 'bout it? You want it in the poop chute?" he asked Susan. Susan was gulping with the abuse, mental and physical, she had and was absorbing and was unable to answer even if there had been a chance she might. He had been right. This was a new level of shame that she had only dimly acknowledged before and had never considered because it was too terrible to contemplate. Her mind had no chance to rebel. The terror and degradation was a shadowy half-sensed thing pervading but unable to penetrate the real and physical distress of choking for air and then enduring the brutal invasion and beating she had received. Even in the lull, her pitiful condition was pushed aside by fear of what pain and damage an anal assault would bring. "Are you the man or what?" Vicky taunted him, "Don't ask. Shove that thing right up her butt and fuck her. Fuck her good. She likes it. She's a real slut!" It was something beyond orgasm, but no less of desire that drove Vicky to her state. He could feel her tense on his fingers but not in invitation as she spewed her diatribe. It was the sex beyond, or perhaps behind sex that had Vicky so animated as she contemplated her mother's degradation. She was disappointed. The cowboy dutifully pulled his pecker out of Susan and stabbed it at her anus, but after a couple of tries returned to her cunt. He jammed in and turned to Vicky. "I am the man," he said, "I'll fuck her the way I want. You stick to fucking daddy and leave the grown-ups to do as they please." Properly repelled, Vicky took her hand off his cock and reached down to pull his hand from her pants. She wasn't pouting, he soon found. She was only making a change of position. She pushed his hand behind her and left it at the rear of her pants. Her hand went back in his pants and he took the hint and slid his hand to cup her ass and let his middle finger rub her anus. He didn't know what she planned, but so far it seemed an appropriate response. There was nothing wrong with the way the other man was ravaging Susan. He was coming to the short strokes and his approach was an ever shorter but just as forceful thrust into Sue. The man was bouncing her as hard as Alan had when he went wild fucking her ass "Open it right up," Vicky invited her lover quietly, "I'm going to want 86 real soon." It might have given the impression that they were unimpressed with the man's slap-bang finish against the flapping cheeks of Susan's rear. He was intent burrowing his finger into Vicky's ass and she was lazily stroking his hard-on while enjoying the intrusion. They noticed and at least he approved of the way the other man had stayed harsh right to the end. He was sure Vicky felt some lesser appreciation for the same reason. "Then that's what I get then, you pervert?" the other man seemed to be reacting to that impression. "Nobody told you to leave," he said simply. "So- what? I get to fuck her all I want?" he asked. "I certainly don't care," he said, "But I'll have to consult the 'child'." Vicky was squirming on his finger and he was sure it wasn't just because it was in her ass. She was appreciating his deference. "I already said," Vicky put in, "I think he should fuck her in the butt. It'd be nice for her. She's such an ass slut." But that was a looming question for later. The other man was in no condition and Susan had fallen to her side again threatening to sob. In the near future he wanted to put his hard cock somewhere and rub it until it squirted. Vicky had a plan. "While you 'grown-ups' figure out whether you've got it in you to have another fuck, WE're going to take a shower," she said. It was simple math, given that there were two doors, one to the bathroom and one to the outside. Still he had to bow to Vicky's devious mind in plotting the way to taunt this man with their fucking without letting him get so much as a glimpse. That was the only thing she was denying him. From loud giggles while just adjusting the water temperature to obscene moans while he soaped her back, Vicky was broadcasting every delicious sensation of their liason. "Just soap?" Vicky announced loudly, though her face did not reflect the emotion of her voice acting, "Oh my! That's really going to be something, I bet." What it was, was slippery and just fine. It was the 86th time in just over two months her sphincter had opened for a cock. He had given her a head start with his finger on the bed and then two soapy fingers as she drove him to impatience soaping his erection. The state that left him in was the only real danger as she bent her ass out of the shower stream and presented her ass to fuck. He used every handhold he could find as he bent his knees to lower his cock to the mark. She took one bracing hand off the shower wall to hold his cock as he pressed forward into the tightness. They had never tried it standing, or nearly standing, until now. The difference in their heights made the reason obvious, but the feeling as he slid into her ass made the difficulty secondary. "Oh god! So big!" Vicky called out as he worked his cock deeper into her ass, "I'm not sure I can take it!" That was an obvious lie to everyone but the other man in the other room. But she didn't have to pretend for that man after that. When he was well seated in her rear, he felt secure enough to release the handholds and grip her hips. She braced with both hands as he pulled her up on tip-toes to push the rest of the way in until he was tight against her butt. She was more suspended that balancing on her toes, but the effort went unnoticed as he found the novelty of thrusing into her ass in a standing position. The counterpoint of his calves to the very familiar motion of his thighs might seem to be a small thing, but it made fucking her different. After all the other times, even a little variation brought back the thrill of newness. And they were in a shower, the warm water beating down on her and spraying him like some mist from the South Seas as it bounced up from her back. The trickle of water that found its way down the crack of her ass was like a freshet of renewal, keeping the soap from turning to paste and making each excursion into her tight hole a glide of delight. Her moans and cries of delight needed no amplification of pretense as his cock slid in and out of her ass with a new wet ease and still brought the earthier grunts as he filled her, indeed, so big in her ass. To that he added the wonder, like his own at standing, of her feeling of floating unsecure as if she was being buggered in mid-air with only her hands on the smooth wall to tether her to the world. With the novelty his vigor returned and his thrusts were eager and uncompromising as he strained to hold her and drove into her ass. Growing excitement conspired with his exertion. Without planning he reacted to his urges to slide one hand up across her body to grab a breast and stumble forward. His other hand automatically wrapped her pelvis like a girdle as he held her up directly in the spray and surged into the girl hanging on his cock. Her howls at the move seemed distant to him as he absorbed the sensation of her weight driving her ass to surround his cock. The swing of his hips was only a parody of thrusting, but to Vicky it felt like his cock was a wedge already full in her ass and his swinging attempts were the hammer driving it to split her. "You're going to split me! You're going too far!" she cried out with not a little real concern as she tried to squirm in his arms to relieve the distress of hanging on his cock by her asshole. He disregarded her concern with the ease of not listening as he was taken by the feel of her squirming like a worm on a hook. They were at the point. They were at his point at it was only a few more shakes of his hips before he fell forward, resting both their foreheads against the smooth shower wall and unloaded a torrent of watching Susan get fucked, toying with Vicky and this novel excursion into Vicky's ass in shuddering gouts up her rectum. "Damn, Daddy," Vicky was not too perturbed to stay in character, "I was screaming. Weren't you going to stop even a little?" The real Vicky was rubbing her ass ruefully, but he was grinning. "I thought you wanted to be a big girl," he teased her loudly with her role, "And I know you're bigger now. At least back there." They were damp. Their clothes were damp from the fog. With a kindness calculated to reduce her pique at his disregard for her concern, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went to fetch fresh clothes. The other man was sitting on the bed glowering at him. Susan was still curled up in a ball. "Clean inside and out. You gotta clean that inside if you want them to be really clean," he taunted the other man. Getting no retort for his trouble, he gathered clothes for Vicky and himself and turned back toward the bathroom. "If you want her to do something, you've got to grab her and put her to it," he offered advice, "I thought you knew that from the way you took control before." Vicky had calmed in his absence. Her ass still ached with the unfamiliar strain of their uninhibited coupling, but her view had shifted. "If anything is going to make me an ass-slut, I guess stuff like that will," she said quieter, only for them, "At least the next time that happens it won't be the first." He agreed in theory. There were nice things about a shower soap fuck, but they were going to have to do something about the logistics. He had survived without tearing anything, except perhaps Vicky's ass, but they were going to find a way to lift her ass to the proper fucking level because he couldn't be sure he'd be so lucky again. Dressed, or at least covered, he had consciously omitted bringing underwear for Vicky, they emerged to the same sad scene he had seen before. The other man seemed more miserable by the amount they were happier for their shower gymnastics. "Maybe I should just go," the other man said. "This is shit." He was amused by how much this other man had misjudged the dynamic in the room. Judging at all was foolish. A smart man would have observed and understood. This guy seemed to think he and Vicky had any more regard for him than Susan. There was no answer. Vicky flopped on her belly on the other bed facing the T.V. and played with the remote. He sat beside her, leaning against the headboard with one hand idlly stroking her ass. "Maybe if you're a bad girl, you can earn a spanking, missy," he said to Vicky with a token pat on her rear. She turned over her shoulder and gave him the 'oh please- you're so lame' look. Even she had no desire to entertain the other man just to get her mother fucked. Not that the other man's attitude was more than jealosy. "But I guess I should make the most of this," the other guy said, "You say she takes it in the ass?" It was a desperate bid to stir any attention. The other guy still hadn't come to terms with his position in their contempt. The only one interested in his sad try was Susan and she tucked tighter into a ball beside him on the bed. "She does what you make her do. I told you that before," he said tiredly, "Fuck her, don't fuck her, whatever. Me and kitten are watching television." Vicky took her cue from his world-weary attitude. She merely turned on her side to watch when the stranger finally got around to putting it in Susan's butt and didn't coach. He thought it was a sign of maturity, but granted that it was just as likely a sacrifice on Vicky's part to not belittle her mother at every opportunity. Stirring so little interest and certainly not getting to tap the teen, the other man retreated after finishing. It had been a totally humiliating experience even counting fucking twice. Not that it meant he learned anything. "You can wash," he told Susan, who was laying as if dead on the other bed, "You don't want to stink tomorrow when we move into our new home." Ahhhh, home sweet largess of the subjugated bitch, Vicky welcomed him to their new abode with a long blow-job, her ass still tender from his rough treatment and the discovery that soap wasn't as good a substitute as it had seemed at the time. That fit the change in their situation and was a pleasant change from another ass excursion. Susan had shown the most liveliness in months as she was allowed to scurry into clothes- proper clothes- as she was sent off to find a job. It was as should be. New adventures free of the old baggage of Susan's or Vicky's past. A new beginning without the hobble of an underage girl keeping them subdued. And in a week or 10 days they would complete the 14 fucks to reach 100 and then... Then he could throw a party with a surprise for Vicky. And he had those 10 days to think what that might be. ###