Chapter 1
"Ooh, no!" she gasped, as my hand reached for the top button of the thin housedress she wore while she tried to cross her arms over her breasts for protection.
"It's one of two ways, bitch!" I hissed and slapped her face good and hard, rocking her head back against the sofa onto which she'd dropped in an effort to back away from me. "It's either your tits I suck and your cunt I shove my hard prick into or your lovely daughter's over there."
The color drained from her cheeks at that very thought and all the fight went right out of her. She glanced towards the hard-backed chair over in the corner to which I'd bound her pretty fourteen-year-old daughter after gagging her. A sharp moan from the big easy chair over in the other corner of the room made her glance that way. Her husband sat bound and gagged in that chair.
"I doubt if your old man wants his only daughter fucked by the likes of me, bitch," I said and tore open the front of her dress without bothering with its buttons, more to prove I meant every word I said than because of any real lustful cravings I had for her right then. Oh, I guess she was a good enough looking broad in her own way. Perhaps if I'd been in a bar and she'd been there I'd have tried to pick her up but it wasn't her I was really interested in. It wasn't even that lovely, innocent daughter, though I was going to suck and fuck the both of them real good.
No, I was out to get even with her old man. Harold Blake had tried to put me behind prison bars twice in the last two years. Both times I'd been lucky and gotten off free, thanks to a good lawyer. I was tired of having the man on my back all the time, of knowing he was out to get me if I made the slightest mistake. That's why I was there at his home. To show him a thing or two before I left the state and got out of his reach for good.
Stripping his middle-aged wife, forcing her to let me suck her tits and fuck her was all part of my plan to make him do some real sweating. I'd let his wife think that if she gave in to all my demands I'd let their lovely, innocent young daughter alone. Shit! I had no plans for letting that lovely young lady alone. I'd suck her tits, maybe even lick her cunt real good when I'd finished putting the wife through pure hell.
Yah, I was going to suck Rita Blake's breast and finger her cunt until her passion became fully aroused. I wanted her old man to hear her moan and gasp while another man aroused her passions real good. Hell, maybe she'd even beg me for a fuck before I finished. After I fucked Rita good, then the lovely, innocent Wanda was going to discover what it felt like to have a man's mouth suck her high-pointed tits between his hot lips. To have her panties stripped away, to feel his tongue making tiny little circles over the soft, warm flesh of her perfect inner thighs just before she felt that same tongue thrust deep into her cunt slit.
Oh, I knew how lovely Wanda was all right. I had been keeping a close watch on that family for some time. I'd seen the girl down on the beach wearing one of those brief two-piece swimming suits. I'd seen her let a young man remove the brief halter of that suit and fondle her high-pointed cone-shaped tits. She had refused to let him suck even the nipple of one of those tits between his lips. Well, when I finished with her old lady she wasn't going to have any say about what I did or didn't do to her.
Rita sat there on the sofa looking very much like a whipped puppy with the front of her thin dress torn open all the way down the front. Under the dress she wore the usual tight bra, the tight panties, and the nylons that came halfway up her full, creamy thighs. I looked down at those thighs and decided they were the best part of her whole body.
"Now let's see those tits, bitch," I said putting one hand on the back of her head and jerking her forward so I might reach behind her to unhook that brief bra.
"Ooh, no!" she moaned, as I tore away her bra and tossed it across the room into her old man's lap.
Those tits were big, at one time they must have been two real beauties but they sagged when that bra was torn from them and some of the guys I'd worked with would have been so unkind as to have called her a cow. She was a long way from being ready to be put out to pasture and yet I'd have bet that being raped by a perfect stranger like yours truly, was going to be the biggest sexual event to happen in her life for a good many years.
"Not half bad, really," I said cupping the mounds of those sagging tits in the palms of my hands and lifting the nipples upward so they jutted out the way I'd bet they'd once jutted out without the aid of hands or bra.
"What're you going to do?" she asked, as color began to return to her cheeks and I knew that just having a strange man holding her tits in his hands could arouse her sexually.
"Suck each one of these until their nipples stand up like that without the aid of my hands," I said and leaned down to lick each rose-colored nipple lightly. "First though let's have us a good look at your cunt."
Her whole body jerked as my one hand dropped from her right tit to the waistband of those tight panties. One real good pull was all it took and those panties were nothing but a thin piece of material in my hand. She had a nice full growth of reddish-brown hair covering a full-lipped cunt and when I let some of that hair slip through my fingers she gasped sharply while her old man tried to curse me through his gag "Fine! My cock is going to fit that cunt perfectly and give you the best fuck you've had in a long time, bitch," I said driving two fingers into her cunt slit.
"Ooh, please!" she gasped, as my fingers found her clitoris and began to tease what I'd always thought of as the female's passion button.
"Man! when you once start to come I'll bet you just don't know enough to stop, bitch!" I said and leaned forward to take the nipple of one sagging breast between my lips and began rolling it round and round.
Oh, Rita Blake was putting on one hell of a good show for her old man and that daughter of hers. As they watched the two of us their hearts must have been breaking for that poor, poor woman who was about to be raped. Hell, little could they know about the way that poor, poor woman's passion was mounting even as that male beast forced himself upon her.
I'd read once that some broads actually got their kicks out of being raped. They seemed to get some special thrill out of sex when they were forced into the sexual act. I'd never met a broad like that and had always thought the doctor who wrote that book must have talked to some real nuts. It was beginning to look as though I was at that very moment about to rape just such a female. Hell, chances were that Rita Blake was as surprised to discover how much of a bang she was going to get out of being raped as I was. After all, how often would a normal, everyday housewife like her, get raped.
The breast I was sucking on was beginning to swell a little but I knew those nipples were never going to jut forward the way Wanda's did. Rita Blake hadn't taken care of herself over the years as was the case with so many women her age. I hoped that this younger generation of lovely young broads like Wanda had learned a good lesson from watching their mothers. The fact that they had all the modern aids to help them shouldn't hurt any either.
So even the greatest lovers in the world have been known to make mistakes about broads. That's why every now and then you pick up your daily paper and read about some broad shooting her lover dead. For that reason I didn't feel too bad or was I too surprised when Rita Blake didn't reach an orgasm nearly as quickly as I'd at first thought she would. So perhaps the old man had been doing more good fucking there at home than I had figured since he was running around with one of those pretty young secretaries down at his office. Of that I had proof.
Oh, like I've said before I'd been keeping a real close eye on the family of our local district attorney. He'd made it a personal thing between us that time he'd busted into my flat with two of his boys and hauled me out of the bed where I'd been fucking a young chick I knew fairly well. The chick had turned out to be underage and Blake had tried to send me up the river for that. My lawyer had proven that Blake hadn't gone to the trouble of getting a search warrant before crashing into my place and I'd walked away a free man. With that no-knock law on the books I'd decided it was time to get the hell out of my home state. Blake could really give men he didn't like a bad time with such a law on the books.
"Aah, oh, don't!" Rita Blake gasped, a moment before she at last had her first orgasm.
"Now don't that feel real good, bitch?" I asked and chuckled softly, as I let my fingers move from her clitoris to slip deep into her cunt slit and began to really fingerfuck her good. "Why you just wait until you feel my nice hard, hot prick slip into that moist cunt of yours and start to move in and out. In and out real easy like."
"Ooh, stop!" Rita cried sharply. "Have you no human feelings at all? You, you beast!"
"Sure I have human feelings, bitch," I said and slapped one of those fine thighs of hers real good. "Hell, I could have just stripped off your clothing, forced your legs apart and shoved my prick deep into your cunt without making sure it was nice and moist."
"My daughter!" she sobbed and I couldn't help but laugh right in her face. "She shouldn't even be watching you and you have to talk so dirty."
"Hell, I'll just bet your little girl isn't all as pure and virginal as you'd like to think her," I said and glanced towards the girl to see that she'd lowered her head but even so I could tell how much she was blushing.
"Wanda was brought up in a good home!" Rita snapped at me, angered that anybody could even think her lovely, innocent daughter might not be the pure virgin she thought. "Such a girl doesn't run with the wild crowd."
"Who the hell you trying to kid, bitch?" I asked. "Are you trying to tell me that every boy who talks to that lush, sexy-looking daughter of yours isn't wondering just how long it will take him to get her panties off so he can shove his prick up into that tight asshole of hers."
"Stop! Stop!" Rita screamed out, as another orgasm shook her body violently and I knew that it was as much my talking dirty like that about her lovely, innocent daughter that had caused that one as my fingerfucking her.
"I remember being a teen-age boy myself," I said laughing softly to give my words that hint of a hidden meaning. "Hell, we used to try our best to fuck all the young broads in their ass good before they finished the seventh grade. Maybe these boys of today don't fool around with the young broad's asshole. Shit, they all know twice, triple as much about sex as any of us did at their age."
"Please! Don't talk like that!" Rita begged, as I moved back from her to open my fly.
"Tell me," I said letting my swollen, eight inch cock leap out so it could brush the soft flesh of her lovely inner thigh lightly. "Do you think the young men of today have pricks any larger than your old man's or mine were at that age? I mean they're so much bigger otherwise."
"You monster!" Rita shouted and got her pretty face slapped the hardest I'll bet she ever had it slapped for getting that far out of line.
"Now we don't want to scare your pretty daughter," I said and glanced towards the girl. "Hell, she'll be afraid to let any of those good-looking boys have so much as a look at those titties of hers if we do that."
"Wanda wouldn't do that!" Rita gasped but she couldn't see the way her daughter hardly breathed or that she'd turned her head so that her father and I couldn't see how flushed her cheeks were.
From the moment I'd first forced my way into that house at gun point, ordered Rita Blake to tie and gag first her husband, then her lovely daughter to chairs, the girl had acted as if she ought to know me. I knew that my remarks to her mother about her being too scared to even let any of those good-looking boys look at her titties had told her where she'd seen me. That day on the beach I'd been just a stranger walking by while that boy had fondled those cone-shaped tits of hers. Suddenly I was there in her home, had stripped her mother naked and could tell her family she wasn't the virgin they'd thought her to be.
Oh, when I finished having my fun with Rita there was going to be lots more fun for me in teasing Wanda. A whispered word in her ear about that day on the beach would scare the shit out of her. She'd do whatever I demanded of her to keep me from saying a word about what I'd seen to her parents. Ah, I'd picked the perfect time to get even with district attorney Harold Blake for having given me such a bad time.
"Your daughter is a very bashful young lady," I said more to Wanda than to her mother and she knew whom I was talking to all right. "I think she should take a good look at a real man's prick."
"You can't get away with this!" Rita sobbed softly even as the head of my swollen cock moved through the reddish curls covering the full lips of her cunt.
"Ah, I see Wanda is taking a good look at my prick now," I said, as the girl slowly turned her head to look at my swollen cock as I moved my hips forward just enough to make its head move through those reddish curls that covered the full lips of her mother's cunt.
I had my hands on Rita's hips at that moment and could feel her whole body stiffen. Christ! could it be that I was about to fuck a broad who had been so loyal to her husband that she had never let another man shove his cock into her cunt. Sure, I'd been taught that all wives loved their husbands that much when I'd been a child. My lovely ex-wife had quickly taught me that was a whole lot of crap and that no man could trust any bitch he wasn't with day and night.
I could feel the warmth seeping from the slit of Rita's cunt there on the head of my swollen cock. My balls were hanging low as they always did when I had a perfect hard-on like I did. To the girl, seeing my cock and balls from the side the way she was, I knew that it looked to her as though I was twice as well hung as I actually was. A stripper I had once spent the night fucking had been the first person to ever think of calling that to my attention; surely others had noticed the fact.
"Oh, darling!" the stripper had cooed, as I moved towards her bed after a quick trip to the bathroom. "Ooh, if only the you in the mirror could be about to fuck me good."
The mirror had been hanging on the wall to my right. When I had glanced that way I'd seen my right profile and known just what that lovely young woman was saying. I was very glad Wanda was sitting over to the left hand side of the room. She was seeing me at my best. That's the way all men wish to have all broads see them, always. When the man knows he will be fucking the one who is looking him over so very closely he wants her to see him at his very, very best.
I was glad that Wanda was also seeing her mother from the side of the room, in profile. That view let her see those sagging tits and the contrast between them and the well-formed cunt mound. The child could also see how well formed her old lady's thighs were, how well shaped those legs still were. It was surely enough to make the child wonder why those tits were sagging the way they were.
"Please!" Rita begged, as she felt the tip of my swollen cock move along her cunt slit. "She'll get to see what animals men can turn women into soon enough. Don't make her watch. I won't fight you."
"Now, now," I said moving back from the sofa and catching Rita under her arms to lift her to her feet. "You know that I've got to do some good fucking with a hard-on like the one I've got. Would you rather I fucked her?"
"You know I can't let you do that!" Rita sobbed, as I pushed her torn dress from her shoulders so that it could fall about her ankles, glad she wasn't the kind of vain broad who had to wear girdles, nylons and even garters around home, for they would have been such a bother.
"Now stretch out the full length of the sofa," I said and let Wanda hear the sound of the palm of my hand as it smacked against the soft flesh of her mother's well-rounded ass.
"You're still going to fuck me!" she whimpered and hearing that word from her lips surprised me far more than hearing it from the lips of her lovely, innocent daughter would have surprised me.
"Shit!" I said grasping her left ankle and tossing that foot up over the back of the sofa to open her wide. "Think that little girl of yours is as innocent as what you were when you were her age?"
"Ooh, no!" she cried, as I pushed her right foot off the sofa onto the floor so that she lay so spread-eagled that the full lips of her cunt almost seemed to be pouting and I could see the tiny red cells down there inside her wet cunt slit.
"Aah! Just wait until those jewels feel a real man's hard cock pressing between them when I start fucking you," I said and moved to the chair on which Wanda sat bound and gagged.
"Now let's move you over so that you can see right between those lovely, spread-eagle thighs of your old lady's," I said lifting the chair for the girl who was one of those modern young broads who seemed to really think that all men liked them to be skin and bones.
The old man was making noise beneath the gag in his mouth when I sat the chair and the girl on it down at an angle to the end of the sofa so she could see right between her mother's spread-eagle thighs. Ah, the child would get a real eyeful as I shoved my prick deep into her old lady's cunt and began to fuck. While I was checking to make sure I'd sat the chair in the best place, I couldn't resist slipping my hand down into the front of her thin blouse. She wore no bra there at home as I quickly discovered.
"Now I'm going to keep my hips over to one side so you'll have a nice clear view of how those full, eager lips of your mother's cunt open to take my swollen prick deep, deep into it, then I want you to watch the way they open and close when I start moving it up and down between them. After you've seen that you'll know what a fuck is really like."
"You sonofabitch!" Rita Blake hissed, as I slowly stripped off every stitch of my own clothing, standing so close to Wanda that she could have reached out and taken my prick in her hand had she not been bound to that chair.
"So we do know all the right words, bitch," I said and was unable to resist letting my knees sag just enough to let the head of my cock brush against the soft flesh of the child's slim young thigh. "Well, in that case we're really going to make you fuck and suck."
There were big tears rolling down the girl's cheeks as I moved away from her towards her mother laying naked and spread-eagled there on the sofa. Oh, I won't try and tell anybody that Rita Blake wanted to be fucked right then. She'd have given anything to have been able to escape what she knew she was going to have to do in front of the eyes of her innocent daughter and tormented husband. There was no escape for her though, not unless she let me have the child. She wasn't going to do anything like that. Christ! was she really so stupid as to think I wasn't going to fuck the child once I'd had my fun fucking her good?
"Doesn't this feel good, bitch?" I asked in a tone of voice so sweet that butter would have melted in my mouth as I moved over her letting her feel the full length of my prick along with the size and warmth of its firm head. Oh, I know a lot of broads who claim that the size of a man's cock doesn't make that much difference. Perhaps it doesn't when they're young and think they're in love with the young punk fucking them real good. When it's just a fuck though or a rape you can bet your sweet life the broad notices the size of the cock.
"Now I want everybody to remember that it was Eddie Church who first had the guts to let lovely, innocent Wanda watch him shove his prick deep into her mother's, moist cunt," I said and used my hand to place just the head of my cock between the lips of Rita Blake's cunt.
Oh, that fingerfucking had paid off all right. I'd had my big cock in a lot of nice moist cunts but hers was so moist I knew that one smooth stroke would take the full length of my swollen cock deep, deep into it. Hell, I'd very likely hit the back of her cunt channel I'd go in so deeply and smoothly what with her being so wet.
"Ooh, it feels like a telephone pole!" Rita Blake gasped and I figured her old man was one of those guys who just got onto her, shoved his cock deep into her cunt and fucked away like mad.
"Didn't I tell you Eddie Church was going to let your cunt feel a real prick inside of it?" I asked easing another inch or so of my cock into her cunt.
I slid my hands under those full, fleshy buttocks of hers and began to mold them gently. I'd learned a long time ago that if a man used his hands on a broad's ass while he was fucking her real good, he could make her cunt feel much tighter and give both parties so much more sensation. I won't say I always used my hands on a broad's ass while fucking her. If she was younger and had good tits, like those cone-shaped ones of Wanda Blake, my hands had other things to do.
Oh, Rita Blake was feeling my swollen cock there between the stretched lips of her cunt. She was feeling the heat of it, way, way down there inside her and had I not forced her to lay spread-eagle she'd have been lifting her hips from the sofa, forcing her cunt up over my swollen cock. I'd forseen that though and arranged it so that she had no control over the lower portion of her body. She could only lay there and wait for the fucking to start.
Well, she wasn't actually just laying there. Her one hand was tangled in her reddish colored hair, the other hand was a tight little fist beating against the rear of the sofa. If ever a broad had been on the verge of screaming at her rapist telling him to shove his hard, hot cock deep into her and start fucking, that broad was Rita Blake. She wasn't going to break down that much though. She was still too strong a person. Her husband could forgive her being raped, but he'd be less than the man she loved if he forgave her for begging to be raped.
I could feel my cock seem to almost grow and decided it was time to let Wanda watch her old lady get fucked. Slowly, ever so slowly I eased my cock down between the full lips of Rita Blake's cunt and then began withdrawing it.
"See how those lips of your mother's cunt are trying to cling to my prick?" I asked glancing at wide-eyed Wanda. "Do you for one moment honestly think that your mother isn't going to fully enjoy my fucking her every bit as much as she would if it were your father driving his cock in and out of her cunt like this?"
I wished right at that moment Wanda had not had a gag in her mouth. She was trying so hard to talk, to beg me to stop fucking her mother. Hell, the chances were she was even offering to let me shove my prick into her virginal cunt and fuck her good. Harold Blake was making sounds against the gag in his mouth too but I didn't have to wonder about what he'd be saying if he weren't gagged. I'd heard that man cuss good more than once, had no wish to ever hear him talk that way in front of his lovely, innocent daughter.
"Your mother isn't really enjoying this fuck right now," I said and chuckled softly. "Just wait until her passion builds a little and she has an orgasm or two. After that you'll be hearing some real sweet music coming from her throat."
I was talking more to torment Harold Blake than I was actually talking to his daughter. The girl hated my guts for what I was doing to her mother. Perhaps she hated herself too for she was unable to take her eyes from the swollen cock of the monster who raped her mother before her very eyes. Having once watched another man fuck my lovely wife I knew a little of the feelings that were tearing that girl apart. I hadn't wanted to watch my wife get fucked by another man, yet I'd been powerless to pull my eyes away from that scene.
Shit! I'd gone out and found myself a whore after that and had the first really good fuck I'd had in over a year. That had been when I'd first confessed to myself that my marriage had been a big joke from the word go. The other man I'd watched fuck my wife had been her own brother. They'd very likely been fucking since they were kids. It was that reason alone I'd decided to just walk out of her life and not kill the both of them. They had to be sick people.
I'd started drinking after that, things had gone from bad to worse and I'd become a second-story man. I'd raped one or two of my victims when I'd found the poor women home alone so late at night. I'd lived with whores, young chicks who were strictly jail bait. Oh, I'd made out all right until Harold Blake had taken a disliking to me. After that he'd made life a living hell for me. Well, at the moment I was getting even with him just a little. If he thought he was being tormented at the moment he was badly mistaken. I had a lot more ways of making him sweat before morning rolled around.
"Aah, ooh!" Rita Blake cried and gripping her ass the way I was I felt her orgasm coming before she started to bathe my thrusting cock with her cunt juice.
"Just listen to how pretty your mother can sing the fucking song," I said to Wanda. "She is having her first orgasm. I'll bet you've had orgasms of your own even as young as you are."
"Ooh, oh, stop!" Rita Blake cried out as yet a second orgasm much stronger than the first wracked her body from her head to her toes and I picked up the timing of my strokes.
"Shit, bitch!" I hissed in her face and really let her feel the power of my cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.
"I can't come more than twice!" she gasped though my hands grasping those buttock cheeks of hers told me that yet a third orgasm would soon shake her whole being.
"Now you know that's not so, bitch," I said in the same tone of voice one would use if talking to a small child who had been very naughty. "It's just that you haven't been fucked by a man who was good enough at fucking to make you come more than twice and we both know it."
"You!" she gasped, as her whole body exploded as yet a third orgasm rocked her while I reached my own orgasm at almost the same moment shooting my hot come deep, deep into her flowing cunt.
Aah, yes, I'd been watching myself very closely for well over a month. Knowing that a man such as Harold Blake is out to get you will make a man be extra careful. I'd fucked only one other broad in that month, a go-go dancer down at one of the local taverns. As my come spurted deep, deep into her cunt I knew Rita couldn't help but feel the difference between our fuck and the kind of fucks her old man had very likely been giving her the last few years.
"WOW! I never shot so much into such a well filled cunt in my life," I gasped and glanced towards Harold Blake who was as white as a sheet and looking at the floor. "Ha, your old man just couldn't face watching a better man than he give you the kind of fuck a bitch like you craves."
"You bastard!" Rita gasped, as I moved back off of her and reached down to gently stroke the soft, moist flesh of her inner thighs.
"I'll just bet you never guessed that I was a very good soldier or that I had a very good record while in the service." I said lowering my head to lick the soft flesh of her inner thigh just above her knee.
"Ooh, God!" she gasped. "You couldn't do that to me now!"
"I spent nearly a year in Europe," I went on. "While there I learned some things. One of the things was that we men in this country have a lot of foolish ideas. You see over there the men think nothing of going down on a broad after they have fucked her good."
"But I couldn't," Rita Blake gasped though she didn't sound nearly as sure of herself any longer the way she had there in the beginning.
"Oh, but you'll be delightfully surprised about what a real man can force you to do." I taunted. "We've just started to get to know each other good, bitch. Shit! I'm going to be nice enough to let you give your poor husband an orgasm in a very short while."
"With him bound and helpless like that!" she gasped and glanced towards her old man.
"Shit! He don't have to be able to move while you're sucking his hot, hard cock," I said and laughed. "We've got to show Wanda the safe ways for a girl her age to enjoy lots of good clean sex, sex, sex."
"Ooh, God!" Rita Blake cried as I lowered my head between her thighs and pressed my mouth firmly against the warm, moist lips of her fully developed cunt.