Chapter 6
Rachel stood in the doorway to her room watching her daughter Michelle finger-fuck herself while writhing on the bed. She was horrified at the licentious sight and was about to scream out a rebuke when she realized that the door was still open. She stepped quickly into the room and slammed the door behind her.
"Michelle, Michelle, what are you doing?!" she hissed as she stood at the foot of the bed. But she knew very well what was happening because she could feel her own body responding to the lewd sight of her daughter's passionate self-gratification. She had left Tim about twenty minutes ago, after fucking with him for a second time and told him to meet her here at nine-thirty so they could make love on a real bed. She had been prepared to send Michelle to the movies for the evening, but she hadn't been prepared to see her own daughter acting like a whore in a fuck film.
"Oh mother, why didn't you tell me this was so good? Why have you been keeping me away from this all my life," panted Michelle lewdly as she continued to roll her cunt on her finger while staring straight at her mother.
Rachel was flabbergasted at the change in her daughter. What could have happened to her? This couldn't be happening. Her darling daughter couldn't be acting like this.
Just then there was a knock on the door, and before Rachel had a chance to do anything it began to open. Rachel turned, horrified. It was Tim. God she hadn't realized that so much time had passed.
"Well, Mrs. Thomas, are you ready?" Tim asked boldly as he strutted into the room. Rachel turned red with embarrasement, both for herself and her lewd daughter lying on the bed. Tim walked into the room all cocky and swaggering until Mrs. Thomas moved out of the way. Then he saw Michelle lying nakedly exposed on the bed. And he stopped short and began to stammer. "Oh my god! Oh I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't realize you were here! I-I'd better leave!"
But he didn't. Instead he just stood there looking down at the obscene exhibition his girlfriend was putting on. And he was responding to it. His young penis was pushing hard against the fabric of his slacks. Michelle stuck the tip of her tongue out between her lips and began rubbing her breasts with her free hand. "I heard what you said as you came . in," she whispered hoarsely. "So you've been fucking my mother?" She turned to the embarrassed Rachel and continued. "And you my dear uptight mother, you've been screwing with my boyfriend!"
"Michelle, Michelle, darling, I didn't mean to hurt you! It was an accident!"
"And you and Tim being here? Is that an accident too?"
Rachel stood motionless, speechless. She was on trial by her daughter and she knew it. She had been wrong to give in to her lasivious desires. But even as she was standing there she could feel the heat from Tim's crotch behind her, and against her will she could feel her hips slowly shifting back and forth at the thought of his lovely cock between her thighs.
"Please darling, forgive me. It won't happen again," Rachel promised.
Michelle looked out of her slitted eyes and a large smile came to her lips as she said, "But I want it to happen again. And I want it to happen now. I want to watch you and Tim fucking."
Rachel was shocked at the obscene suggestion her daughter was making, then she felt Tim come up behind her and she knew that his hard prick was poking at her through the thin material of her summer dress.
Tim put his hands around Michelle's mother's body and grasped her breasts in his hand. Jesus, what a turn on, to be looking at the naked body of his girlfriend while holding the ripe responding body of her mother. And Rachel was responding, she was grinding her buttocks back towards his young manhood.
"Come on Tim, take it out and give it to her," said Michelle lewdly. "She hasn't been getting too much lately."
Rachel tried to object. Tried to say something. This couldn't be happening. But it was. Her own daughter was leaning forward and unbuttoning the buttons of her dress. Then the top fell away and her beautiful big bossoms were exposed, the nipples already hard and straining. Michelle leaned forward and kissed her mother lightly on the breasts, "You want it don't you mother."
Tim had stepped back and was unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of the two women so close was exciting him and he knew he had to get out of his pants before he gave himself an injury.
Rachel glanced sideways to where Tim was standing beside the bed. She saw his chest begin to beat heavily and noticed that he was having trouble swallowing with his parched dry throat. She slid her gaze along his lithe body ... and sucked in her own breath when she veiwed the hardened penis pulsing outward from his naked loins. She knew then that she was lost, that there was no turning back, no stopping. She had to have that beautiful hard cock between her thighs. Her cunt was already moist and beginning to pulse.
Tim had all his confidence back and more as he watched the two lewd women, the younger one completely naked masterbating herself while her mother stood there with her breasts exposed.
"Oh God, Mrs. Thomas, I want to fuck you, and you want to fuck me."
Tim went over towards her, and Rachel as though in a dream watched her daughter sit back on the bed while her daughter's boyfriend came towards her with his prick extended before him. She was lost and she knew it. With a wrench of her hand she pulled her dress from her hips and stood free and naked in front of them both.
"Oh yes, Tim, I want you. I want you, darling, I do. Come here...."
Tim came forward and Mrs. Thomas took his prick in her hand and led him over to the other bed. She sat down on the sheet while he stood before her, his penis throbbing in her hand. Then she lay back on the bed and pulled her legs up, revealing her naked buttocks while spreading her knees.
Tim's engorged shaft twitched as he saw her hair lined cunt opening and closing with the movement of her hips. His sperm filled balls were close to bursting, and he knew he had to sink his lust-hardened cock into the warm wet pussy before he came all over her legs.
"Come to me, darling boy," moaned Mrs. Thomas. "Come to me with your darling prick and fill my cunt!"
Tim crept up onto the bed between Mrs. Thomas' spread thighs. Michelle suddenly came up to the side of the bed and took his prick in her cool hand.
"I want to put it in," she said while giving it long slow strokes. Tim threw back his head and took a deep breath. Jesus! This was too much! His girlfriend was stroking his balls while guiding his stiffness into her own mother's cunt! God! If only his own mother could see him now! Or even his father! He'd show them!
And then his hardened penis was in Mrs. Thomas and he began pistoning deliciously into her quivering vaginal sheath, making her grind and buck her hips upward with delightful sensation, submerging more of his cock in her hungrily clenching pussy....
All three of them were too engrossed in the fucking Tim was giving Mrs. Thomas to realize that Bob Elliot was in the room. He had come up to see if Michelle wanted to go out and he'd walked in on this. His own son fucking with the uptight Mrs.
Thomas while Michelle fingerfucked herself on the other bed.
"You dirty cheating bitch!" he cried, "I'll teach you to make a fool of me! I'll show you that you can't get away with this."
"Bob!" the astonished mother called his name but was speechless to continue.
"Keep fucking her like crazy, Tim, only make her get on top," he ordered his son.
"But...." Tim was totally confused as well as wildly aroused, and so he thought it best to comply with his father's weird request. He continued to thrust his throbbing cock up into her tingling pussy, at the same time slipping over on his back and pulling the voluptuous long haired woman over on top of him.
Bob stared at the couple as he continued to implement the fantasy which had just occurred to him.
"What are you doing?" Rachel gasped as she watched disbelievingly while the tall, athletically built man began to strip off his clothes.
"Never mind, baby," he said throatily, "You just keep on fucking my little boy!"
Now Bob Elliot was naked, and already his huge lust-engorged penis stood out from his hirsute loins. Michelle came over and lovingly took it in both her hands and played with it. Rachel couldn't believe it but it seemed to get even bigger. Then Bob Elliot crawled up on the bed beside the still fucking couple.
"Now I'm gonna give you something you'll never forget," he promised. He began to pull apart the fleshy cheeks of her naked ass. Rachel pulled back from the illicit touch but this only forced her more on to Tim's prick. Then she felt the touch of his fingers in that secret place, prodding and probing lasciviously at her small, defenseless rectum.
"Oh, please Bob," she begged, but to no avail.
Then she felt something pressing against the constricted circle of muscle that guarded her anus. First it was something probing softly, hardly noticeable at all really, especially considering the upwardly sliding thickness that fucked into her and throbbed between the wide-spread, wet-swelled lips of her cunt.
But the sensation grew stronger and she had the distinct feeling that something was tugging at her sphincter, almost tearing at it. "What are you doing, Bob?" she asked, a note of hurt creeping into her voice. "Wh-wh-what is that?"
Having no response, she craned her neck backwards and her eyes rolled and nearly popped out of her head when she looked down the side of her back and realized that he was fingering her asshole with one of his long, bony digits. "Oh my God!" she hissed under her breath, putting two and two together. It struck her as absurd and totally humiliating, and she looked at the young man under her and then back at Bob behind her. Here she was, her own daughter in the bed next to her, a teenager beneath her, his cock swelling righteously in her cunt, and that boy's father finger-fucking her rectum from behind. It was all too much...! too unbelieveable...! and suddenly she realized that she must get free, must escape this anihilating defilement before it was too late!
"Let me up!" she hissed, her nostrils red-flairing for breath, her lungs sucking for oxygen to fuel her limbs for escape.
"No way, Rachel," said the boy from underneath, his young strong arms gripping her around the waist, just above her fleshy ass cheeks. He laced his fingers together, pumped upwards with his lust-seeking cock tip, and pulled downwards with his arms. "You gettin' her ready up there, Dad?" he asked pridefully.
"You bet, son," said Bob Elliot with delight. "This is gonna take a minute or two. Can you keep her goin'?"
"No problem!"
She tried to wiggle free, to squirm away from the pressuring digit which now wormed another .knuckle's distance into her asshole, but somehow it was beating into her with relentless force. No matter which way she struggled to get away from the impaling digit, it followed after her like a strange, bony tail ... a beast violently sticking to her rear.
"It hurts, Bob ... Don't you understand? It hurts!" She craned her neck backwards looking for sympathy, hoping to convince him.
"You should have thought of that before you went messing around, Rachel. Besides, you give this a minute or two and you just might find you like it!"
He looked down at her big, well-rounded buttocks and the cite of penetration where his index finger dug in snugly in the rubbery flesh of the mother's rectum. "Mmm, yeah, you just give it a minute or two more...."
"Noooo!" she winced, bucking upwards and arching her back, managing for the first time to break the teenager's grip underneath her.
"Uup," grunted Bob Elliot, smacking her ass cheeks with one palm, sending her as quickly downwards as she'd gone up. "Not yet, Rachel. We got a little more to do still...."
"Oh, Christ! FUCK!" she wailed, the finger suddenly penetrating all the way into her.
Just then the boy managed to target his cock and press upwards with a quick fling of his young, muscular hips, jamming his stiffened pole into the wet lips of her cunt. His long hot cock drove forward and up into the remote dark hollow in the back of her wet pussy. The poking, pressing spongy, cap sliced beyond the hump of her cervix and crashed into the far back wall of her uterus sending a shock-wave of intense chill vabrating up her spine and cracking in her brain like a thunderbolt carrying two billion volts of electricity.
Helplessly, she bucked backwards, writhing for escape and relief, and another huge bolt, this one as big and thick as her wrist, crashed into her body ... only this one, fist-like, moved from the other direction, up her asshole!
"Uuuuhhh ... GAAAWWWDDDD!" she hollered at the top of her lungs as the hard-driving phallic thing worked from side to side and went stretching the rubbery grip of her rectum. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?" she stammered pathetically like a man who's been punched on the jaw and has lost his bearings.
"Just using my finger, darling ... just sticking my finger up your asshole-that's all."
"Oooouuuu ... nooooo," she whimpered with pity for herself, the psychology of the sodomy as devastating as the thing itself.
"She's gettin' it good, Tim! Keep sockin' it to her. I'll get her loosened up some more, and then we'll give her the ol' wham-bam double-thank-you-ma'am!"
Michelle now sat on the edge of the bed with her legs stretched open and her finger pushing from side to side between the leafy pink puckered lips of her hotly throbbing pussy. She could hardly believe her eyes, but she loved what she was seeing. Her own mother was nakedly splayed in front of her, and her cunt was sliding up and down on a teenager's glistening prick ... and the teenager's father was stuffing her ass with his finger...! It was too good to be true! And she pictured herself in place of her mom and felt a fresh crop of goose bumps growing out of her fertile thighs. Me, too, she was thinking, I want to try that too!
"I got my finger all the way in, Tim," boasted Bob Elliot now. "It's good and tight, too. Real smooth. She's virgin back here!"
The handsomely built divorcee mumbled in protest as she felt her anus being stretched, the walls of her narrow anal passage popping open from the harsh outward pull and inward digging of the bony finger and knuckles. "STOP THAT!" she cried, complaining sorrowfully at the side of young Tim's face. "Please ... oh! Please ... stop ... no more ... noooooooo...."
Her face fell into the pillow and the tears welled up in her eyes like hot burning liquid acid. It was an ultimate defilement, a raging humiliation that consumed her flesh. Why must it happen this way? Why? Why? "Please," she begged, but her voice was directed more at the blank space to the side of her than at either of the two men.
"Ah, she carries on so much!" groused Bob Elliot, worming his finger around in the woman's asshole. "I know you want it just as much as anyone, Rachel, so stop denying it!" He pulled her naked asscheeks so far apart that she winced anew with pain. She tried to squirm away, to get free again, but Tim was ready for it this time, and he pulled her down tighter, closer to him, so that his gargantuan cock was sticking all the way up into her. He laced his fingers around her and there was no chance for escape.
"Don't let her move," ordered Bob Elliot. "This next one is gonna get her good."
She wondered what he could possibly do worse. She felt his finger slipping backwards and away, withdrawing, the hard probing suddenly stopping. There was a gentle oozing kind of sensation, like her asshole was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed dry, and then there came a tight snapping in the opposite direction of entry as he'd popped his finger out of her tight rectum. She then felt utterly relieved.
"Oooooh, God! That's so-oo much better! Thank you ... thank you...."
"That's right." said Bob Elliot. "Just take it easy for a minute. Just relax."
She thought she heard something in his voice, something that said, contrary to her wishes, that the punishment was not over. But she was feeling so good again, so comfortable and so turned-on by the prick sliding up and down in her pussy that she gave up thinking about anything else.
Then, suddenly, she felt something large and thick-headed flopping downwards into the narrow little space between her buttocks. It felt like a flesh log had been pushed in there.
"Wh-wh-what now?" she asked like a tired little girl. "What are you doing now...?"
She craned her neck back again and she looked into the lust-glazed eyes of Bob Elliot. "You're on top of me," she hesitatingly observed. "You-you-you're ... aaaggghhhhhhh ... nooooooooo ... no ... NO...! NO...! ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH...!"
He pressed into her without giving her even a second to think about it, his huge, lust-bloated cock tip slicing into the puckered and finger-stretched flesh of her rectum in one long piston-like stroke. He thrusted his hips repeatedly, and the sailing flesh sword knifed deep in her asshole.
"MMMFFFFFGGGHHHH! FFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" she gagged as though the hard-driving long hot cock was being plowed down her throat. Then she let out a list of hysterical commands in staccato like style, for she was a woman doubly possessed ... by fear and by intense physical sensations ... by a cock in her ass and a cock in her cunt: "Stop that ... No fuck ... Stop it ... STOP THAT ... I SAID STOP THAT ... NO FUCK LIKE THAT ... STOP ... STOP ... UUUUUUHHHHHHH ... MMMFFFGGHHHHH ... NOOOOOooooouuuuu-uu...."
Finally, her complaining wails and hysteria took on a tone of humiliating submission, her moans becoming a whimper, her hollering giving way to a bleating and crying, a pitiable little mousy squeal. "No ... nooouuuu ... oooouuuuuuu...."
"She's givin' way now, Tim. Keep plowin' up into her. Another minute or so and ... mmmmm, yeah, she's breakin' real nice now ... like hot butter ... oh, yeah ... she'll be comin' around in a second ... mmmmmmm ... yeah...."
His pistoning cock was now firmly lodged in the depths of her shuddering bowels. Her entire body trembled as the two pricks riveted into her, separated only by the thin membraneous tissue of her twin-orifices. She was being buffetted like a rag doll between their two slamming pelvic thrusts.
Shamefully, she felt a heat rising in her loins and this burning sensation grew and spread from her cuntal sheath and out of her rectum like a flash-fire. The two driving cocks felt like blow torches flaming and igniting her insides into hot passion.
She groaned again, but this time it wasn't from the pain ... instead it was from the growing heat of her own naked lust! Her buttocks began a slow grinding movement, working upwards at the impaling rod of Bob's long hard cock. The bruised and ravaged walls of her virginal rectum began to quiver and contract lewdly around the deep-skewering rigidity of his prick driven all the way into her bowels. And from the other side she could feel the son's hard cock throbbing and heating her cunt with equal force. Her whole body seemed to pulse and throb with a suddenly intense and primitive rhythm, as if she were giving away finally to something she'd been denying herself for years-her own wanton desires!
She moved back against the thrusting cock head now, pushing back against the deep thrusting piston of bony prick as it worked into the smooth heated muscle of her rectum, and she could feel the bristly pubic hairs and the wet slap of his testicles as they pressed against her well-rounded ass cheeks.
"Unnnnhh...." she moaned with abandonment, her lust now mounting and taking over her earlier reactions of pain and repulsion. She was beyond humiliation beyond torment and resistance. She'd given way once and for all ... and her asshole clenched around his prick with unspeakable desire ... she suddenly just had to have his cock! She needed it, needed it thrusting and pounding up her ass, and she wouldn't stop working back against him until he shot his heavy rich cream right up her tail!
"Alright, get a load of this, little girl," Bob Elliot hissed at Rachel's daughter. "Your Mom knows what's good for her, eh? Look at that ass working ... she's a real cock-lover, ain't she? Deep down inside all you bitches really need is a couple of good hard cocks fucking you and, well ... you're home free, eh!"
Down below Bob Elliot's son took to slamming his prick upwards in stronger and stiffer strokes. He could feel his father's prick practically bursting out through the thin separating membrane between asshole and pussy. "Dad ... Dad...." he moaned delerious with lechery, "I don't think I can wait much longer ... I don't think I can hold off...."
"Just a little longer, son," said Bob Elliot. "Give her a couple more shots and then we'll finish her off!"
Rachel's mind was a whirling kaleidoscope of strangely perverted notions and sensations. A gurgling moan of savage passion spilled from her lips as she pushed back harder still, skewering herself masochistically on the hurtful cock which was like a rock-hard pike inside her rectum. She thought it was as big and sensational a thing as a telephone pole, and she saw her buttocks in her mind's eye clenching at it ... climbing it ... getting to the top of it! "Uuuugggghhhh ... Gaaaa-wwwwwwdddd...." she hissed, her asshole now feeling like it was a foot wide. She was stretched around the hard-working stiffened penis, and she could feel every bony inch of him inside her, her naked rubbery rectum gripping him so tightly that she could even feel the tiny blue-veined ridges in his penis as it slid wetly in and out of her asshole.
Down below, his prick still bulging inside her clinging wet vaginal folds, Tim's cock was working like a super-charged locomotive, filling her tunnel with a saucy steam, preparing for a sharp, definite cum! For an instant, she thought she could feel the needle-fine spritz of his pre-orgasmic seminal fluid splashing against one of her delicately sensitive vaginal walls.
Her groans turned to a high-pitched animalish cry of arousal, and she began to squirm frenziedly and to grind backwards at the unnatural but wildly erotic ravishment of her buttocks. Her breasts were swinging free and wild as she picked herself up and worked her body between the father-son fuck-team. They could feel the rising heat of approaching orgasm radiating from her galvanized flesh.
Suddenly she raised her head and arched her back in a strange, mad contortion of consuming lust, and Tim Elliot could see in her eyes the final proof of her ultimate ecstasy. "Hey, Dad," he moaned softly, "I think she's just about ready ... I mean, her eyes ... you should see her ... she's-"
"Ooooohhhh, damn, damn ... yes, yes! I love it!" she moaned. "Oh, she's ready, Tim," she said to the young boy. "Oh, yes, she's so-oo ready! I love these two big dicks! Fuck me, you two! Oh, what a team! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me. Yes ... fuck me ... Make me cummmmmmmmmm-mmmm ...!" She looked sideways and saw her daughter watching wide-eyed. "Come here, darling Michelle. Come here and suck on your mother's breasts. Come here, honey ... come on...."
Michelle, trance-like, naked, joined the debauchery, leaning down between her mother's body and Tim's chest, turning her head upwards and taking one of her mother's ripe, red nipples and part of the big, resilient breast into her mouth. She gobbled at it, tonguing it with her lips and her tongue, working it like a baby at a teat.
"Mmmmmm, suck, Michelle," hummed the girl's mother. "Fuck and suck ... fuck and suck me, you three ... really make me ... Oo-oh ... Ooooo-ooohhh ... make me ... cu-cu-cummmmmm-mmm...."
Suddenly it was no longer Tim and Bob who set the fuck-rhythm but Rachel herself. Her hips were flashing and moving so quickly that they looked silvery. She was sliding back and forth, pounding her two holes up and down on the two hard cocks, looking for her final ecstatic sensuous salvation. She was grinding for it, pumping down and then up and back and forth. Her mouth was half-open and her tongue was in one corner as she lecherously panted for the last, hot bit of her climb to climax. She could just about taste it, and she was growling animalishly, trying to get at it. "I want to ... cummmmm," she begged to no one in particular. "I want ... I wa-wa-want to ... cummmm ... uuu-hhhhh ... "
She stopped and looked down at Tim and said softly, "Oh, just a little more ... just a little more cock and then-Uuhhhh!" She labored hard, pressing down at the one cock and then reaching back with her clasping rectum for the other ... and then, flinging her hips suddenly faster than ever before, so fast that she was on no cock and on both cocks at once, she rocked herself into a final ravishment of ultimate depravity and total bliss!
"AHHHHHHHHHH ... FFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK YOOOOOUUUUUU...." she screeched in wanton abandonment. "I'M CUM ... I'M CUMMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGG...!"
Simultaneously the two men, father and son, let loose with their throbbing, lust-churned ejaculations; spraying her twin orifices with huge streams of boiling cum, filling her until the stuff dripped and mixed under her in a massive puddle. They poured their plentiful cream into her pussy and her asshole, and her daughter continued sucking her breast, licking the nipple, while Rachel herself wiggled in lusty, snake-like flesh dance celebrating her complete and total freedom ... the freedom of a multiple orgasm climax ...!
It seemed like a long, long time before she opened her eyes. She didn't remember the exact end to the incredible ecstasy and bliss she'd felt from the twin cock assault on her pelvis, but she knew that she would never again have something so intense for her pleasure.
She looked slowly around the room and saw that Tim and Bob were sleeping like babies. Michelle was on the floor, also asleep. The young girl had a small, Madonna-like smile on her face, and a rivulet of milky semen was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Rachel smiled happily. It seemed that everyone, one way or another, was getting what they wanted.
What more could a mother ask for? She smiled and lay down wondering how she and her daughter might arrange to spend just a little more time with the incredible father-son team....