Chapter 11
"Fuck her!" Helga commanded.
And, it took David several seconds (lost as he was in a kind of euphoric stupor as a result of having just watched his sister being whipped seemingly senseless) to realize that Helga had been speaking to him and not to Kyle.
David, who had come to look upon his sister's eventual rape as inevitable, under the circumstances, had never suspected that anyone would be expecting David to do the molesting. Kyle, after all-as David had rightly suspected-was paying out a good deal of money for this session, wasn't he? Surely the honors, then, of jabbing hard cock up Diana's pussy should have gone to Kyle.
"Come on, big D," Helga said, knowing that David had to be surprised by his good fortune. How could David know that Kyle's special needs required a woman first to be fucked hard and fast by another stud before Kyle could get excited enough to plug his cock up quite a different hole. "Go ahead and screw this slave and show her how good it feels to have her cunt plugged to the brim by huge master cock."
"You want me to fuck her?" David asked, wondering what in the hell he did now if, indeed, Helga did mean that David should fuck Diana.
How could he fuck his own sister?
"Yes, fuck her!" Kyle commanded, as if his permission was all that was holding David back. But, then, how could Kyle know that...?
David slid off the edge of the workbench he had been sitting on, somewhat pleased to find his legs still weak from the drug that had, at one time that evening, completely immobilized David's system. Because if David were still weak, he would have had even less of a chance in any attempts to overpower Kyle and Helga.
"You wouldn't!" Diana screamed, recovered enough from her recent beating to know that the man up and moving toward her was the one she suspected of being her brother.
And, there had been something about the way Diana had screamed the "You" that had David suspecting Diana knew very good and well that it was David standing there (hood or no hood).
He would have to fuck her, wouldn't he? There was merely no other alternative anymore. If he said no, Helga and Kyle would immediately get suspicious. And, then what would happen? Granted, there had been nothing violent (aside from kidnapping, whippings, and rapes) associated with this group yet; but, God only knew what Helga might be forced into doing if she suddenly discovered she had not one but two police officers in her midst.
Or, was David merely looking for the rationalization which would allow him to fuck his own sister? Because, he did want to fuck her, didn't he? Just as he had wanted to screw her that day he had ended up blasting his cock in her hand. Just as he would have screwed her if she hadn't gone running off to Grandmother Miller. Oh, yes, David wanted to fuck her, all right; and, about every girl David had fucked had been screwed with accompanying fantasies of David's sister.
And, David wasn't all that sure Diana didn't want him to fuck her, either. After all, she had come back, hadn't she? She had turned up on the scene after David-despite David's continued desire for his sister-had convinced himself that Diana would never risk another confrontation. Yet, here she was. And, here David was. And, here was the chance of a lifetime for David-and for Diana. Because, Diana could never know for sure this hooded man was David, now could she? So, David could fuck Diana; and, Diana could assuage her guilt by continually telling herself that her attacker hadn't been her brother at all.
"Don't do this! Don't do this!" Diana commanded. Her flesh was crisscrossed with lash marks and still hot from the beating which had caused blood to come rushing up to flush her skin.
And, Diana was simultaneously asking herself just why she was putting up a big fuss. After all, she had been fucked before. After all, she was no virgin.
Was it because she suspected it was David who was going to fuck her; and, those same fears which had brought her fleeing David in the first place were now back on the scene, just as strong-if not stronger-than ever? Was it because, no matter how much she knew she wanted David's cock inside of her-had always wanted his cock inside of her-she was still too paranoid to readily accept the idea that her incestuous fantasies were about to become the reality?
Oh, sure she had once upon a time played with her brother's cock; but, there was a world of difference between a girl's letting her brother cum in her hand and a woman letting her brother cum in her cunt, wasn't there? WASN'T THERE?
Or, was Diana's revolt against what was happening here more of a rebellion against something that was going to happen to her-no matter what she said or did? There was, after all, something completely different about giving a man permission to fuck you and having him fuck you whether you gave consent or not-even if that man was her own brother; which Diana was not one-hundred percent certain.
"Tell the bitch to keep her mouth shut!" Helga commanded, a little curious as to why David was suddenly seeming so reluctant to get on with this screw. David certainly hadn't been all this shy the evening he had jumped Helga's bones. Maybe, it was just because David hadn't quite yet recovered from the drug that had been slipped into his drink. "Let the bitch know she's nothing but a goddamned piece of meat whose whole purpose in life is playing slave to your master."
"You'll never get away with this!" Diana stated, realizing how hollow her threats were under the present conditions. "You're all going to get into big trouble."
"Shut up, bitch!" David ordered, trying his best to disguise his voice, but suspecting he wasn't doing a very good job of it.
And, what was there about the expression on Diana's face which immediately led David to suspect that Diana knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was her brother?
The truth of the matter, however, was that Diana-at that moment, and in spite of the voice just spoken obviously having belonged to her brother-was trying desperately to convince herself that it wasn't David. Because if it wasn't David, then it wouldn't be incest-just rape. And rape was bad enough, wasn't it?
"I won't shut up!" Diana countered. "I goddamn won't!"
"I'll shut you up then," David told her. "I'll plug that loud mouth of yours so full of my hard cock that you won't be able to mumble a fucking thing but gagging grunts."
And, Helga gave a smile of approval. This was the David who Helga had promised Kyle for the evening. She gave a big sigh of relief. For the price Kyle was paying, Helga always liked to make sure the man had a good time. And while David was someone Helga had only been to bed with once, that once had been enough to convince Helga that David could give Kyle his monies worth. Helga was more than relieved to see David was coming around. Obviously, it had just been the drug that had slowed David down temporarily.
"Take off your hood, you big, brave man," Diana challenged. "Or, can't you go through with this abomination without hiding?"
But, did Diana really want to know-beyond any shadow of a doubt-that the man was David? Would her knowing make the experience more or less pleasurable for her?
David came forward and slapped Diana across the side of her face. He hadtto put up a good show, didn't he? If he didn't, it could be bad news for both him and Diana.
"I said, fucking shut up!" David repeated before Diana could recover sufficiently from the shock of the slap to open her big mouth again.
David was thoroughly convinced that he and Diana would be far better off if Diana just kept quiet. God only knew what the woman might inadvertently let slip out.
"You bastard!" Diana spat, feeling the heat on her face, conjured as a result of the recent violent flesh-to-flesh contact.
And, David hit her again, surprised at the guilt-ridden pleasure he derived from hitting her. The truth being, he had wanted to find his sister and hit her for one hell of a long time, hadn't he? Oh, yes ... for a long ... long ... time. Ever since he had woke up one morning to find that she was no longer in the same house with him, that she had run off to Grandmother Miller, never to touch his cock again.
Why in the fuck had she run? Because their father had tried to get fresh with her, or because she was afraid of what she and David were letting themselves in for? Whatever the reason, she should have talked it over with David before going, shouldn't she? The fact that she hadn't had always left David more than a little angry.
Hell, had she been afraid that David was going to rape her? Was that why she had run? Funny, but as David remembered it, it had been Diana who had taken the initiative. Not David. Oh, not that David hadn't had fantasies about doing such; because, he had had erotic dreams in which his sister played a vital part long before Diana had ever touched him. But that day Diana had touched him, it had been Diana and not David who had led the way. So, in reality, it should have been David-not Diana-who had fled. Instead, David had been filled with wonder at his dream-come-true. Who would have believed that it would have been Diana who would panic?
The bitch shouldn't have panicked!
"You just keep your busy little mouth shut!" David told her. "And, you'll probably be surprised at just how good of a time you're going to have here this evening."
"No!" Diana protested, refusing to be shut up unless knocked senseless; which, considering what had come before, was certainly a possibility. "I won't just stand by and let this happen without saying something."
So, David hit her again, the force causing Diana's head to rock sharply to one side. David luxuriated in the tingling sensations that took root within the irritated palm of David's right hand.
Diana should never have run! If she hadn't, it probably never would have come to this, would it? God only knew what kind of life they might have made for themselves; but, whatever, it seemed highly un-likely the two, as police officers, would have been put into quite this present state of affairs.
For the first time, Kyle (still seated) touched his swollen cock. He took hold of his stiff prick shaft down at its roots and milked upward, coaxing even more of his pre-seminal juices free of his phallic teat. Keeping his gaze on David and Diana, Kyle used the flat of his thumb to smear his cock corona with his luscious juices.
Kyle ... was ... getting ... excited.
"Fuck her!" Helga commanded once again. She was standing to one side, the whip still dangling from her right hand. The leather lashes of the whip had been dyed almost black with the sweat they had soaked up during their whipping of Diana's perspiration-stained body.
"Sure, I'll fuck her all right," David said. "But first, I want to make damned good and sure that this broad's pussy is all primed for the taking of my big cock. Because, there's no way in hell that I want my prick chafed raw in its run up some cunt that isn't juiced sufficiently to take it."
David extended his right hand and slipped his fingers into Diana's cunt before the woman even knew what he was about. David twisted his fingers up the hole.
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Diana reacted violently. She thrashed about, her wrists and ankles going red-raw on the manacles that held her. Her chains whipped from side to side, links clashing against links and giving forth loud metallic soundings.
And, David was remembering when his hand had last played with this pussy. Oh, he had been less experienced then, but he had been good enough to get his sister's rocks off. Well, he felt confident he could get her orgasming now, too.
Was that what he was suddenly determined to do: get his sister into orgasm? Wouldn't it have been better to rationalize that he was merely using a delaying action, keeping his cock from Diana's cunt as long as possible, in the hopes that his buddies would show up and raid this session like they were supposed to? Yea, that kind of rationalization would have been the easy way out, wouldn't it? But, why in the hell should David try to fool himself of all people? When the simple truth was that David was suddenly out to show his sister just what the silly bitch had missed all of these years by running scared. This reality was something his fantasies of the past ten years had been made of, wasn't it? And, David couldn't have asked for a more opportune moment than if he had planned this all himself.
David had wanted to have sex with Diana from the first moment he had seen her at the station house. He had fantasized fucking Diana while he had fucked Diana's roommate. The fact that Diana was his sister hadn't dimmed David's sexual longing for her. In fact, if anything, the sudden discovery that Diana was his sister had only-somehow-increased David's desire for her.
Sick? Hell, possibly it was. But then, again, David-like Diana-had made it a point to read up on incest once he had realized that his desire for his sister was incestuous. And, he had found nothing that explained to him why incest was .all that bad in this modern age of birth-control pills and abortions. There was little chance of any baby being born of his sexual union with his sister. And, who was there to get jealous and cause intra-family friction? Diana's husband? Diana didn't have a husband. If she had had one-and how else could Diana's last name now be Wyatt?-then it was obvious that the two were already separated. There were no brothers and sisters to get upset. Their father was dead. Their mother could care less, finally off enjoying the money her husband had left her far more than she had ever enjoyed her husband.
So, incest was really no big deal, was it? There was no reason whatsoever to look upon it as the frightful bugbear that it had once been in those other times when such taboos were made in order to assure the survival of the tribe.
Besides, David hadn't seen Diana in over ten years. Fucking her now would be like fucking a complete stranger and not a blood relative.
"Goddamn it, noooo!" Diana bellowed as her thrashing came to naught. David's fingers were still enlodged up Diana's pussy, torquing there and growing slick on Diana's leaked female juices.
Finally, David pulled his fingers free of Diana's helplessly quivering cunt and knelt down in front of her.
"Liked that, didn't you?" David asked, smiling as he watched his sister trying desperately to clamp her thighs together. The chains, however, held Diana's ankles anchored to the brackets on the floor in such a way as to keep the woman's legs permanently parted.
"You, sick ... perverted ... bastard!" Diana spat, having hated and enjoyed her brother's fingers digging inside of her. She trembled at the feel of David's (was this really David?) hands along her thighs, David's thumbs seeking out the fleshy edges of Diana's hair-fringed cunt.
David wondered if Diana would be given to less protest if he pulled off his hood and showed her for sure who he was. Diana, after all, hadn't put up this much protest that day in the woods, had she? Of course, between then and now, Diana had had plenty of time to load herself with the guilt-trip of having indulged in an incestuous relationship.
Well, for David, the past ten years hadn't been without their feelings of guilt over what he and his sister had done. In fact, David had, at times, been so guilt-ridden that he hadn't had the nerve to look Diana up after all of these years-even when his father's death had made it easy to do so. However, whatever guilt David had experienced, whatever guilt he still experienced as a result of that long-ago happening in the woods with his sister, those guilts were almost completely overpowered by the here-and-now. This time and this place gave David the perfect excuse for doing what he was doing-quite aside from the fact that, as a virile young man, he wanted this sexy young woman (all aspects of incest, per se, thrust to one side).
With a slow, teasing push, David used his thumbs to press Diana's hair-haloed cunt lips apart to expose the softly pink and glistening folds of flesh beyond the doorway.
"Don't ... don't ... don't!" Diana groaned, unable to keep her eyes off what David was doing. As far as Diana was concerned, she and David were the only two people in the room at that precise moment.
Diana knew what David was plannig to do, didn't she? She knew that he was going to bury his face between her legs and bury his tongue up her cunt. Was it humanly possible that a brother could actually do that to his sister? Oh, Diana had fantasized it enough times. But the reality was far more frightening than the make-believe.
The reality had always been more frightening, hadn't it? Even back in the woods, when Diana had initiated the sexual contact, it had been frightening. Oh, Diana would have liked believing that she had been so worldly at the time that she had been able to flaunt ancient taboos with no repercussions; but, she had only been fooling herself, hadn't she? She had been scared shitless then (she had run, hadn't she?), and she was scared shitless now.
And, the most frightening fear of all revolved around the possibility that she might actually find she enjoyed this now as she had enjoyed the incest before. Enjoy it-as a matter-of-fact-to the detriment of all other sex. Hadn't, after all, her childhood fumblings with David been one direct cause of the failing of Diana's marriage?
David uttered a low, guttural grunt of appreciation just before burying his face into the vee of his sister's spread crotch. His tongue flicked out, sampling the juices slicking Diana's inner cuntal folds.
"Oooooooh, god, don't do this!" Diana pleaded as richly delicious and horribly lewd sensations raced through her whole body, making her flesh and guts tingle with a mad all-consuming pleasure.
But David, who hadn't quite gotten up the nerve necessary to shatter the final incest barrier by ramming his hard cock up his sister's pussy, was surprised by how easily his mouth and tongue had taken to the lusciousness of Diana's cunt. From hand to tongue to cock: a logical progression. With each second David's face stayed anchored where it was between Diana's legs, David gained confidence that, when the time arrived, he would quite be able to pull off the fucking of his sister's pussy by his blood-bloated prick. And do so with an aplomb that would defy Helga or Kyle to realize that David was pumping to climax up his own sister's vagina.
David ran his tongue up and down Diana's thin, vaginal slicing, probing and exploring until he located the woman's budded clitoris. With a maddening spiral-like motion, David's tongue licked the quivering mound of trembling female erection.
"Oh, pleeeeez, nooooo!" Diana moaned, more of the horror of what was happening dawning upon Her.
Why ... in ... the ... hell ... had ... she ... come ... back ... to ... this?
Diana gave another whine of agonized pleasure as David's mouth closed over her hardened flesh bud as the clitoris strained against David's flicking tongue.
Diana jiggled her chains one more time, trying once again to free herself from this madman who was filling her with sensations she had long thought buried inside of her beyond recovery. However, as before, her struggles were of no avail. If they did anything, they only somehow increased the swelling pleasure of Diana's cunt spasms around her brother's fucking tongue.
David continued his maddening lick of Diana's cuntal lips. His tongue slithered in and out of his sister's saliva-and-oil-drenched pussy, jabbing at the soft folds of throbbing pink flesh.
"Fuck her!" Kyle commanded. Watching, he had become even hotter and hotter. Even Kyle had been pleasantly surprised to see just how excited he could get by watching David going down on Diana. But, as exciting as it was in watching David eat out Diana's cunt, Kyle's needs required the sight of David's blood-bloated prick plunging in and then gliding out of Diana's cock-fucked vagina.
"Yea, she's ready for it," Helga observed, hearing the slurpy sounds that David's sucking mouth was making over the juices bubbling from Diana's cunt. And, Helga found herself surprisingly jealous that it was Diana's pussy and not Helga's cunt getting the benefit of David's obvious expertise.
And, David responded by pulling his mouth and tongue free of Diana's sexual pit, knowing for a fact that Diana's cunt was more than ready for even David's sizable inches. As much as Diana might have been protesting the idea of getting screwed, the condition of her pussy belied her words.
Diana's wet-warm cunt wanted the feel of hard cock all right! And, Brother David had just the length of phallic meatiness to fit the bill!
David came to his feet, bringing his hooded head closer to his sister's flushed face. David dropped his right hand to his blood-heavy cock to fist it, a triumphal gleam in his blue-green eyes.
"Want fucked, don't you, Diana?" David asked, his voice throaty from the same pleasure that had his hand-fisted cock pulsing against the curved palm of David's right hand.
"Oh, don't do this!" Diana mumbled for what she assumed had to be the umpteenth time. "Please ... please ... please ... think of what you are doing."
"Believe me: I am thinking about just that," David said, pulling back his hips and pulling down his prick so that his pulpy cock head glided through Diana's golden pubic strands to make contact with Diana's wet and glistening cunt slash.
"Feel it, baby, feel it," David said, his body trembling as he realized the only thing that separated him from his sister's clutching inner cunt was a quick bucking of his hips. "Feel my cock? Do you?"
How could Diana help but feel it as David's pulpy cock glans was moved up and back ... up and back ... along the tiny vertical mouth between Diana's legs? Diana could even feel the sticky juices that oozed from David's cock mouth to soak Diana's vaginal mouth.
David told himself that it would probably be easier to make this final surrender to incestuous lust in one hurried motion: by burying his prick to his cum-ballooned balls in one brutal, quick motion. However, as if going more slowly would make what he was doing somehow less horrible than it possibly was, he delivered a slow but steady pressure that had his cock head slowly but surely pressing open Diana's cunt doors.
Diana gasped, her breath caught in her throat. She was beset by a combination of irrepressible desire and agonizing guilt. She clenched her teeth, fighting against those delicious quiverings that were progressing outward from the point of cock-cunt contact and into the rest of her body.
"For God's sake, don't!" Diana grunted as David's cock head nudged itself a little deeper inside of her. And even Diana realized that her last protest had come out with hardly enough force to instill pity in even the most sympathetic of attackers.
Further pressure of David's lower body sunk the man's cock in even deeper. Diana's cunt mouth was now ovaled some two inches down along David's thick sexual shaft.
Diana was on the verge of thinking how it did feel damned good, when....
WHAT IN THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING? THIS WAS RAPE, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! AND NOT JUST ORDINARY RAPE, BUT INCESTUOUS RAPE IN THE BARGAIN!
"Noooooo!" Diana screamed, given a new sense of rebellious strength upon being beset by the horror that it was her own brother's cock fucking inside of her.
Diana jerked on her chains, somehow managing a certain torquing movement of her body that caused David's cock to slip completely free of the hold it had attained up Diana's pussy. David's released prick head deflected off the puffy lips of Diana's vagina and ran upward along the woman's soft belly. Wherever the cock head slid, it trailed behind it a snail-like tracing of transparent slickness that was a combination of David's leaked pre-seminal juices and of Diana's oily female lubricant.
"You bitch!" David proclaimed angrily, realizing his cock was no longer screwing pussy but thin air. "You ... goddamned ... shitty ... bitch!"
And, David pulled back long enough to deliver a loud, hard slap to his sister's face: a blow which did very little to still Diana's body as it jerked like it had gone into grand-mal seizure.
David could have waited for his sister's latest spasms to cease. Diana, after all, wasn't going anywhere, was she? Her sudden spurt of energy was bound to subside eventually, once again giving David easy access to Diana's body.
David, however, wasn't prepared to wait. He was furious that he had conquered his fears of incest while his sister-who had that day in the woods seemed the more worldly of the two-continued to hold on to hers. Not only that, but David-like any red-blooded man interrupted during sexual insertion-was hotter than hell and desperately needed the return of his prick into Diana's vagina.
David clamped his left hand into a claw-like grip on Diana's right thigh. He moved in closer, using his right hand to guide his cock back to the target area.
Three times, David's cock head met with Diana's juice-slicked cunt mouth. Three times, David's hips banged forward. Three times, a jerk and a twist of Diana's body thwarted penetration of David's cock into Diana's pussy. Diana's belly Was latticed with sexual snail-tracings oozed from the glide of David's misaligned penis across it.
Finally, David met with success: a forward flicking of his hips fucking his cock all of the way to its halfway mark up his sister's cunt.
"Ooooooeeiiiiiiunnnngh!" Diana moaned in a long, low wailing of pleasure/pain.
David partially withdrew his prick and then rammed it back into Diana's pussy even further than it had been before.
"Get fucked, sister-bitch!" David grunted. His cock sufficiently enlodged to prevent any immediate recurrences of what had come before, David ran both of his hands around to Diana's buttocks where they took a firm hold of Diana's ass cheeks.
"Ooooohhhh, nooooo!" Diana moaned helplessly, having to realize that it was all over. Whatever it was she had been attempting to prove by resisting here, it had all been for nothing. She was getting her cunt screwed by her own brother's cock anyway.
AND, WASN'T THAT WHAT SHE HAD WANTED FOR MORE THAN THESE PAST TEN YEARS?
"Want some more of my hard cock?" David asked, hardly noticing that the front of his leather jacket and pants had gone dark from Diana's perspiration. "I've still got more, you know? There's still a good third of my prick yet to go. That's almost four long inches ready to ram up your spasming guts to join the other eight."
"Oh ... no ... o ... o...!" Diana wailed.
But, David, revolving as much of his cock as he did have in place, saw the wide-eyed look on Diana's face and recognized it for what it was.
"Sure you do, bitch!" David contradicted. "You want all of me inside of you, don't you? You want all twelve inches of my stud cock jabbed into the pit of your belly."
"Noooooo," Diana insisted to the contrary, knowing her answer was a lie. She did want all of his cock inside of her, didn't she? Hell, why not admit it? Whether she admitted it or not, the cock was going to get plugged inside of her, wasn't it?
My God, how ironic that where ten years before it had been Diana who had first touched David's cock, it was now David who had carried the union to its completion-despite Diana's protests.
"Tell me how you want the rest of my prick," David said, still refraining from burying the rest of his cock until Diana came down off her high horse and admitted she was getting no more nor less than she had always wanted. "Go ahead, bitch! Let me hear you tell me that you want it!"
"Y-yes," Diana whispered; but, her whisper obviously wasn't enough.
"What did you say, bitch?" David asked loudly. His cum-bulged testicles were moving inside of his contracting scrotal sac. "I couldn't hear you."
"Y-yes," Diana repeated, this time a little more loudly.
"Y-yes, what?" David mocked. "I want it."
"Want what? Come on, bitch. Want what?"
"It."
"It? You mean my cock? You mean you want my cock?"
"Oh, Jesus, please don't make me...."
"Come on, bitch. Call it cock. Cock ... cock ... fucking cock. Say, 'Let me have your thick cock jabbed up my cunt!' Go ahead, bitch! Damn it, go ahead!"
And, David knew Diana was shortly going to get the last four inches of his prick whether she got around to begging for it or not. David was only human! And what kind of guy could bury two-thirds of his cock into hot pussy and keep from putting in the last of it?
Diana's lips trembled, and she stifled a sob. She was still reluctant to request of David the cock she wanted from him, as if not asking for it somehow meant she wasn't already as committed to this incestuous act as she already obviously was.
"Ask for it, cunt!" David commanded, his hands clamping down as hard as they could against the flesh of Diana's bruised buttocks.
"Give me your cock!" Diana screamed. "Give ... me ... your ... goddamned ... cock!"
And, David gave it to her, glad as all hell that he had outlasted his sister. He plowed his cock so deep and so far up Diana's cunt that no one could have told whose blond pubic hair it was mashed between their mated bellies.
"Ooooooeeeeiiiiii!" Diana squealed as the last fraction of her brother's cock was socked into place. She felt the slap of David's scrotum as the inward fuck momentum brought it up through Diana's legs into a slapping against her ass.
"Sure, I'll give you my cock, baby," David said, beginning a fucking cadence that pulled his cock out ... pushed it in ... pulled it out. "I'll give it to you again ... and again ... and again ... until you'll never want another cock again."
And, what's more, Diana believed him!
David's cock bore into Diana's clinging cuntal softness, Diana's cunt thrilling to the way it was taking and releasing David's fucking meatiness.
Diana moaned in forbidden lust, her soundings a kind of audio aphrodisiac that made David's fucking take on an even faster momentum. David, grinning in satisfaction, continued flexing the total length of his prick back and forth ... back and forth ... in Diana's juice-flooded, cock-chafed vaginal cavern.
"Oh, good ... oh, God ... good," David mumbled, letting his sister know how much he appreciated the countering pressure of her gripping cunt muscles against David's hard prick.
The soaked walls of Diana's coral, wet-warm pussy rippled with the wonderful, inner caress of her brother's moving cock.
"Ugh!" Diana grunted, her body reflexively beginning to respond to David's fucking. Diana's hips were swinging forward each time David socked his prick forward, swinging back each time David began pulling his friction-reddened meatiness out to its swollen cock head.
David's massive, blood-hardened penis pounded in and then out of his sister's slavering, sucking cunt. And, David intuitively sensed the growing arousal of the woman hung on chains before him.
"Sister-bitch! Sister-bitch!" David whispered so close to Diana's ear that neither Helga nor Kyle could be actually aware of what David was saying. As a matter-of-fact, about all Kyle was presently aware of was the erotic view he had of David's juice-slicked prick slamming forward with such power into Diana's cunt that David's balls were almost rammed into Diana's pussy right along with David's stiff prick.
Diana, by this time, was constantly moaning and sighing, gasping loudly each and every time David jammed his entire sexual stiffness deep into Diana's quivering guts.
"Tell me you love it!" David commanded. 'Tell me ... fucking ... tell me ... fucking tell me!"
Although the telling was superfluous (David and Diana both knew Diana was enjoying), Diana obliged.
"I love it ... goddamn it!" Diana moaned, her cunt sucking up her brother's cock to David's knotted prick roots. "I love it ... fucking love it ... fucking love it."
Kyle Harrison got up from his chair. It was time; and, he was ready. Goddamn, but Helga was to be congratulated in that it had been one hell of a long time since Kyle had run across a fucking pair that had gotten him turned on quite as much as David and Diana had done.
And, how magnificent that David had been so good-so expert-that David had gotten the victim to actually admit she was enjoying her rape. Magnificent! Utterly magnificent!
Kyle's cock, eleven inches of blood-glutted meatiness, was so stiff that it appeared to defy gravity by maintaining its upjutting stance. Its total length was smeared with juices which had leaked from Kyle's cock mouth to be veneered by Kyle's fingers along the man's swollen prick neck.
From the base of Kyle's cock, pulled free of his leather pants, was Kyle's ball-ballooned scrotum. Contracted somewhat by Kyle's present state of excitement, Kyle's scrotal bag was a burl-like mass attached to Kyle's trunk-like penile erection.
Both Diana and David were so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment that neither noticed Kyle moving around behind Diana's hung body. Diana was, of course, the first to realize that Kyle Harrison was more than a mere voyeur when she felt her anus being suddenly stretched wide, her narrow anal walls popping open for the large, spit-drenched finger Kyle was proceeding to push between them.
"don't DO THAT!" Diana screamed. And, David was momentarily at a loss as to explain why his sister had once again changed her tune. "STOP THAT ... YOU BASTARD ... STOP THAT!"
Diana's eyes helplessly leaked their salty tears as the young woman realized she was to be forced into enduring what had to be the ultimate defilement: fucked in the ass while her brother raped her pussy.
Kyle was only further excited by Diana's protests. He wormed his finger deeper, corkscrewing it up the woman's clutching rectum.
For Diana, this latest assault was almost too much to bear. While she had just started being able to accept her brother's cock inside of her, she now had to put up with a complete stranger's finger jabbed up her ass hole.
It was obscene!
David continued right along with his fucking, not realizing he had been joined by Kyle until he felt the man's finger twisting up Diana's rectum on the other side of the thin cuntal membrane that separated Diana's vagina from her ass hole. Then, strangely enough, David found himself only excited-rather than put off-by the idea of having another man join him in the molestation of David's sister. Besides, something told David that, just as Diana's earlier protests had eventually mellowed into grunts and growls of pleasure, so these latest outbursts would eventually metamorphose into something else.
David pulled Diana's naked ass cheeks so wide that the woman was fully aware of the pain even above the pleasure her brother's cock was continually flooding into the opposite side of her body. Diana tried to squirm away. But just as there had been no escaping David's cock, there was no escaping Kyle's raping finger.
"Jesus ... Jesus ... Jesus," Diana moaned, feeling quite relieved when Kyle's finger finally slipped back and completely free of Diana's rectum. What remained behind it was a kind of tingling che accompanied by a pleasurable itching sensation.
Diana tried to crane her neck back so that she could see what Kyle was planning next. She knew what it felt like, but....
JESUS, IT COULDN'T BE, COULD IT?
Diana had never-NEVER-been fucked in the ass by cock. The whole idea was almost as taboo-ridden as incest.
MY GOD, THIS WAS SODOMY THIS BASTARD WAS PROPOSING! SODOMY, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! AND, HOW COULD DAVID ALLOW IT?
"He's going to screw my ass!" Diana literally screamed into her brother's ear. "That shit is going to FUCK MY ASS HOLE!"
David, who had been wondering what Kyle planned to get out of his paid evening entertainment now knew. However, if Diana thought David was going to be coming to her rescue, she was sadly mistaken. David was quite beyond coming to anyone but his own rescue at that moment. His prime motivation was simply to pump ... pump ... pump ... Diana's cunt until he could get his pearly sperm to erupting into the spasming depths of Diana's clutching vagina.
"NOOOOOO!" Diana screamed, feeling Kyle's exerted weight pushing his cock head more firmly into Diana's anus. "NOOOOO ... CHRIST ... NOOO-OOOO!"
But, Kyle wasn't going to be put off. Without giving Diana more moments thought than he already had allowed her, Kyle plunged his huge, lust-bloated cock into Diana's rectum in one long, piston-like fuck stroke. His cock, like a dagger, knifed deeply into Diana's virgin ass hole.
AAAAUGGGHHMMMUFFFFF!" Diana moaned, gagging on her own sounds as Kyle's pile-driving prick was locked deeply up her anus. "STOP THAT ... JESSSSSSSUUUUUUSSSSUUUGGGHHHH ... NOOOO!"
Diana's body was now being riveted simultaneously by two huge pricks. Cock belly to cock belly, David and Kyle's cocks were sliding against each other, separated only by one thin piece of female membranous dividing tissue.
"Please, no ... no ... pleeeeez," Diana groaned, feeling the heat rising in her loins and in her ass hole. Her whole lower body was raging in the resulting holocaust.
Diana was, therefore, unpleasantly surprised when her body-somehow bestowed with an apparent will all its own-began to grind her buttocks and cunt in a slow, revolving movement over the cocks that were sticking her.
Kyle and David simultaneously slammed their hips forward, the force causing Diana's fucked body to raise between them. Diana's back was mashed by Kyle's leather-covered chest, while her breasts were mashed against her brother's leather-covered pectorals.
The bruised and ravaged walls of Diana's virgin rectum began to quiver uncontrollably as they grew wetter and wetter from the copious gushings of pre-seminal juices that were constantly seeping from Kyle's cock mouth.
Diana's mouth flew open, emitting a muted gasping sound as she once again experienced the deeply skewering rigidity of Kyle's prick as it was driven all of the way into her bowel. On her other side, Diana could feel her brother's hard prick pulverizing her cunt with equal force-and velocity.
Diana's whole body seemed to throb with intense and primitive rhythm. And, Diana was conscious of the fact that her pain was quickly fading beneath....
JESUS ... BENEATH HER OWN WANTON DESIRES?
Diana continued to be battered beneath the two thrusting pricks: a piece of the human sandwich that had two male bodies parenthesizing her like two slices of bread enclosed about a strip of tender, succulent meat.
"Uuuuugh!" Diana heard herself moaning with increasing abandonment as her lust began to more and more take over Diana's earlier reactions of pain and revulsion.
"Oh, she does love it, doesn't she?" Kyle commented in pleased amazement, his cock priming toward eruption as it was masturbated against Diana's collapsing anal walls as well as against David's fucking cock meatiness just beyond the membranous veil. "She's a real cock-lover, this one, isn't she, stud?"
David, his pleasure on the upsurge, began to slam his prick upward in stronger and heartier fuck strokes. It ... wasn't ... going ... to ... be ... too ... long ... before David's cum-ballooned balls burst to send his luscious sperm flooding into his sister's cock-clogged pussy.
Diana's mind was all awhirl. Gurgling moans of savage passion spilled from between her lips as Diana's cunt and ass continued to be mercilessly screwed on the two massive and hurtful cocks.
"Uuuuuggguuhhhheeessss!" Diana hissed, feeling as if her lower body were now nothing but one large, cock-crammed hole growing bigger ... and bigger ... and bigger. She wondered if her ass and cunt had split to merge as one.
Diana's moans turned quickly, however, into high-pitched animalistic wails of arousal as her body automatically began adjusting atop the two phallic poles on which it was skewered. Diana's cunt and ass gave a sudden reflexive compression inward around both pricks, Diana's delicate cuntal and anal flesh hugging the twin cocks so tightly that Diana was sure she could detect the slight bulgings of each and every vein that lined the slickly sliding pricks.
"Tell us you love it, bitch!" Kyle commanded, his scrotum so contracted by his pleasure that his giant balls had completely been elevated into his lower belly. "Tell us ... Jesus, goddamn, bitch ... tell us!"
Diana's head dropped back on her neck, her eyes rolling so that they showed only their whites. A thin trickle of saliva drooled from one corner of her mouth and slipped down her chin.
"Ooooohhhh, fucking, yes ... I love it! I love it!"
Diana moaned. "Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Screw me until I cum ... cum ... cum!"
And, suddenly, it was just as much Diana who was setting the fucking rhythm as it was the two men who were riding the woman. Diana was sliding back and forth, bouncing up and down, working her sexual holes frantically along the two pricks that were fucking them. She was pushing. She was pumping. She was dancing while her pink-red tongue lolled out of her mouth, while she panted loudly in her lust, while she tasted the animalistic pleasure that was quickly propelling her toward climax.
"I want to cum!" Diana squealed, knowing that she was about to get her very wish.
HELL, WHEN HAD SHE EVER-EVER-FELT THIS KEYED UP WITH ENJOYMENT BEFORE?
"Ugh!" she grunted, laboring harder to clamp the two cocks securely inside of her before flinging her hips faster than ever before. She rocked back and forth as she rode the two phallic spears that last fraction of an inch to eruption.
"Good ... good ... Jesus, good," Kyle mumbled, lost in his own soaring passion.
"AAAAAHHHH ... FUUUUUUCCCCKKKING ... FUUUUUCCCCKKKING ... CHRIST!" Diana screamed in wanton abandonment. "I'M CUMMDNG ... I'M ... CUMMMMING ... I'M CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!"
And, Diana wasn't the only one who was suddenly catapulted into orgasm. At almost the exact moment Diana was shaking in climax, David let loose his throbbing lust-churned ejaculation. His thick wads of pearly male cream sprayed Diana's cunt with streamers of boiling cum, filling Diana's pussy until the juices came dripping out of Diana's cock-plugged sex hole to form white rivulets to drain downward along Diana's milky thighs.
"Now! Now! Fucking now!" Kyle bellowed loudly.
And, Helga, who had been waiting for her cue, brought the cat-o'-nine-tails down hard across Kyle's back and buttocks. She raised the whip again ... and again ... and again ... to turn Kyle's back (beneath its covering of black leather) into a maze of crisscross lash marks.
"JESUS ... FUCK ... YES!" Kyle screamed in helpless eruption, pumping his seeming gallons of plentiful sex-cream into the depths of Diana's hungrily gulping ass hole.