Chapter 11
"Good fucking Christ!" That exclamation came from behind a section of mirrored wall in the profligate's lavish boudoir, a small room set off by two way mirrors... complete with a lounging sofa and ashtray.
"What is it, Terry? What's wrong?" Tanya blurted from below the writhing form of her humping boy friend.
"You aren't gonna believe this, but that girl out there looks like your sister!"
"Oh, sure! Sara... and your father? Huh!"
"Bull shit! That's Sara, and it looks like dad's gonna fuck her dog style!"
"Let me up. I gotta see this!"
Tanya Decker's jaw dropped open in shock at the doubly intriguing sight of Terry's father's naked lance-like penis jutting out menacingly in front of him and climbing up behind her slavishly kneeling older sister. "My God... oh my Gawd!" For the first time since Terry had dated this nubile sex machine, he'd seen her awed by something.
"Hey, I didn't knowƒ_"I mean I don't understand eitherƒ_""
"My God!"
"I mean if you would like to leave, Tanya... Iƒ_""
"Shut up, Terry... God, he is well hung!"
"Come onƒ_"" He started to rise to his feet.
"Are you out of your mind? I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
With that ominous intuition common to men of his ilk, Bloater could feel something was amiss the moment he got into his car at the Peach Cobbler. He'd just swigged down a few beers to celebrate his mission impossible and was heading back to deliver off the boss' white Continental and to check the progress on the playful little sex pot. He... she shoulda seen the look on her face when I caught her with her finger up her pussy...
His beefy hand, still sticky from a dish of cobbler, reached inside his jacket pocket to find the butt of his .38.
"Relax and keep your mouth shut," a voice broke from the rear seat of the car. "Lay that piece on the seat beside you." The cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against Bloater's neck.
Bloater hesitated momentarily. "Now!"
Bloater complied instantly, his motions smooth and unprovoking. His eyes sought those of the man's behind him, but it was too dark for clues... still, there was something in the man's voice that sounded familiar.
"What do you want, fella?"
A hand reached over the seat to snatch the pistol. "Where's my daughter, you dirty bum?"
"Iƒ_"I don't know anything about your daughter."
The gun pressed tighter into the fleshy folds of his neck. An ominous click sounded like a hammer being cocked. "Where is Sara!"
Bloater recognized the voice. "You won't get away with this, Decker!"
"I'm going to count to five, fat man... and if this car isn't heading towards where your motherfucking boss is holding my daughter, your windshield is gonna be full of chinko grease!"
Sara flinched automatically against the bulging cock head beginning to press into her from behind. Simon Tucker was bigger in more than the rackets. Still, she was managing to bear up stoically, weathering the painful introductions of her captor's blood engorged penis in between the tender inner lips of her seeping pussy.
"Jesus, you're tight! You sure you have a baby?"
Simon pressed brutally forward into her ever-tightening cuntal passage, thinking, Christ, I'd love to ram it up her ass, but I'm gonna have enough troubles trying to prove consent!
"Aaaaauugggh! Oh, Mr. Tucker... not so fast... you're... so... big!" Daddy... I'm doing this for you!
He was in only a little deeper than halfway and already she felt stuffed completely. Yet, despite her obvious discomfort she was excited as well. She was finally indulging her most capricious fantasiesƒ_" she was committing adultery... and with an evil, wicked gangster!
She felt completely liberated, like her true self, whatever that meant. She hated Tucker for what he'd done to her father and for the naughty way he made her feel now.
"Your punk husband have a cock like this, baby?" Tucker brutally teased, flinching his expanding maledom deep within her tightly milking vagina. "Bet you've never had so much prick in you at one time before!"
"It-It hurts... "
"Hold on, baby... it's gonna hurt a lot worse!"
"Oh, God, Mr. Tucker... fuck me!"
In one buttocks flattening lunge, he entered her to the cervix, feeling the softly clinging flesh of her cuntal walls giving way reluctantly to his lust thickened rod of virile male flesh.
Cruelly, he mauled and gripped the snow white mounds of her quivering buttocks, enjoying the excitation of her flaccid ass flesh oozing between his mauling fingers. He knew he was hurting her and that knowledge made his bloated cock expand another torturous inch. He watched the obscenely kneeling girl flay her golden head back and forth in her stoic efforts to keep from crying out in pain. Her low moans, muffled slightly by the black silken sheets she had buried her burning satin cheeks into, drifted back to him, adding to the thrill. Her grasping fingers wadded up little black balls of the sheet in her tightly clenched fists. She was his!
He humped into her like a man possessed by the devil, deepening his strokes. Tucker felt her begin to relax as her interior muscles grew weary of the prolonged contraction and her cuntal sheath began to fill with her and Tucker's combined secretions.
How many young women has this evil gangster screwed at on the end of his cock? How many young housewives and daughters and mothers... like me? God, it was wonderful!
His hands left her buttocks as he reached around to paw at her dangling breasts. Then, subtly at first, she began to raise her buttocks up and back to him, rotating them slightly, clinging and rippling along his rigid cock.
"Fuck me, Mr. Tucker! Mr. Tuckerrr!"
"Wow, Terry... Does this happen around here all the time?"
"Your sister screwing my father? Of course not!" There followed a pause wherein the two teenagers pressed their noses to the glass and stared at the writhing couple on the bed.
"God, just look at the cock on your father!"
In an effort to prolong their excitement, Terry had Tanya sitting astride his lap with his own stiff young penis pressed up nakedly between her satiny thighs, rubbing against her seeping pussy without entering. Now, she had reached down with her slender fingers and had begun to press the wet end of it into her own drenched cuntal hole. She, too, wanted to feel that same excitement her older sister was feeling at that moment.
God, it was exciting watching Goody Two Shoes getting screwed from behind! Still, Tanya couldn't help but wish that she were in those shoes right now... getting fucked deliciously by Simon Tucker's prick!
'Terry," she ground down on his probing cock. "I was just wondering, I mean, do you think we couldƒ_""
"No, we're not trading!"
"Wouldn't you like to fuck my sister?"
"Sure... I'm gonna go charging out there, hop on the bed and tap Dad on the shoulder.
Have you any idea how ornery he gets when he's mad?"
"But... it... Wait... who's that coming through the door?"
"It looks like Daddy's bodyguard, Bloater." He craned his neck. "And... Holy Shit, Tanya.
It's your father!"
Not even the wily Tanya Decker could tell which of the two men was more surprised.
Simon Tucker, for obvious reasons, or Ralph Decker at finding his favorite daughter not only in a compromising sexual posture, but loving it.
"Don't stop, Mr. Tucker! Please keep fucking me. Cum in me, Mr. Tucker, cum in meeee!"
chanted Sara, still unaware of the sudden intrusion. Then, raising her head from the cool satin sheets: "Why did you stop... DADDY!"
Despite the pistol pressing into his back, Bloater smiled broadly. "Looks like you got here a little late, Decker."
"Shut your fucking mouth, you pig! Get down on the rug and lay flat on your ugly fucking face until I decide what to do with you."
"L-Listen, Decker... can't we talk this out like men?"
"Shut up, Tucker! Sara, are you all right?"
"I-I don't know, Daddy."
"Whadda you mean you don't know... I just risked my fucking neck rescuing you!"
"I mean... I mean... Iƒ_""
"She means she loves getting fucked, Daddy!" Tanya had come barreling out of her hiding place ready to join in the fray, with Terry behind her, dashing for the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Hey, listen, Decker... I didn't know she was in here!"
"You fucking liar... I'm going to blow your brains out!"
Tanya's hand steadied her father's trembling arm. "Daddy, don't shoot him! I came up here with Terry... Mr. Tucker's son."
"At least he had the brains to get while the getting was good." He aimed the pistol between Simon Tucker's eyes.
"Listen, Decker, you've been drinking. Why don't you take your girls home and we'll forget this ever happened."
And Ralph Decker had belted down a few to stoke himself to this point of blind courage.
Still, it wasn't the whiskey pounding in his temples that nonplussed him now, it was the shock of discovering both of his pretty daughters naked in the bedroom of the bastard that had blackmailed him all along. That and the sight of their voluptuous, unblemished nubile bodies was giving him an unbelievable erection.
"What are you going to do, Daddy?"
"Iƒ_"I don't know, Sara... " Christ, Tucker's still got his prick stuffed up Sara's cunt!
God, she was beautiful, his older daughter! Hell, both of them were. Little Tanya had grown up to be quite a woman!
"Everybody would feel better, Daddy, if you'd let them finish what they started. And... and I'll fuck Bloater while you watch!"
"Tanya!" Her older sister burst suddenly, unaware of her father's true condition, as was Tanya who made a habit of looking for it.
"She's already getting fucked, so all you have to do is let them finish. And I'm not a cherry anymoreƒ_"not even in the asshole," she added with adult pride. "And you would like to watch, wouldn't you, Daddy?" Tanya's voice possessed a peculiarly mocking quality. This was her moment of triumph.
Ralph's blood-engorged penis swelled even larger in his pants at the prospect of watching this sick and evil display of animal carnality. He let out a sigh. "Okay." He waved the pistol around, then glanced drunkenly down to kick Bloater in the ribs. "Get your fat ass up here and fuck my daughter before I make oatmeal of your head!"
Quickly, Tanya scrambled down on the round bed, pleased that her father was finally going to see what her older sister was all about. He thinks I'm the only one in the family with hot pants! She lay in a cheesecake pose on the bed watching in awe as the henchman got to his feet and began to remove his suit. In seconds he was naked. His cock, only half-erect, was longer than Tanya remembered from the night in the car.
"Wow!" she said, licking her lips. "Is that for me?"
With the gun barrel pointed at his fat buttocks cheeks, Bloater knelt up on the bed, spreading the crevice between her luscious ass cheeks with the fingers of one beefy hand while the other stroked the bulk of his bloated penis. Easy now... he told himself, trying to cool his lust. If this kid yells too loud her trigger happy old man is liable to blow my buns off!
Shoulder to shoulder with her older sister who was moaning beneath Tucker's fucking into her juicy pussy, Tanya Decker bit her lower lip while she contemplated the situation at hand. Then, as Bloater kneeled up on the bed, she bolted up to her haunches and whispered hotly in his ear: "Fuck my sister in the mouth and I'll lick your balls from behind... look, she's dying for it!
And what my older sister has wanted, she has always gotten... " Confusedly Bloater stared up alternately at the sooty gun barrel and over at the supple bodied eldest Decker daughter writhing and groaning in the throes of ecstatic fucking.
"Do what she says, fatso!" sneered Mr. Decker a little confused as the fat man nodded compliantly and turned around on the bed with his lancing pole jutting out from a jungle of black curls and holding it in one pumping hand, used the other to ease Sara's flaying head onto it.
Sara's eyes popped open. It felt as if someone had wedged a hard boiled egg in between her lips and she relaxed, letting the bulbous cock head slip to the back of her throat. She nibbled on it tentatively until throaty moans rasped from her tender throat and she went to work in ear nest, trying to vacuum the seed from Bloater's sac of testicles.
And Tanya went to work from the other end. Down on her hands she slipped over on her back and wiggled her head between Bloater's starchy thighs until her nose was directly under his anus. The pink tip of her velvety tongue shot out and started to explore the unknown territory of his hairy sacs firm with sperm. It tasted piquant and wicked and his thighs clamping together from the joy of it threatened to suffocate her. The pubic curls fringing the sensitive skin tickled her nose... but it only added to the fun of it!
Ralph Decker's alcohol fuzzed mind was ablaze with confused thoughts. Tanya, he knew was a little whore... yet, for the first time, he realized the horrifying truth behind his increased animosity of her of lateƒ_"he wanted herƒ_"sexually! And he wanted Sara, too!
Christ, she looked sexy being stuffed from both ends with cock, he reflected, feeing his daughters being reflected from every possible angle in the mirrored walls.
Sara, her body supported on her elbows, stared wonderingly up at her father's ashen face.
The look in his eyes was even more frightening that the gun he held in his hand, sent shivers of icy fear up and down her spine. What was Daddy doing taking his pants off?
Ralph Decker did some fast thinking, standing there brandishing his gun, his pants puddled about his hairy ankles. And his cockƒ_"stiffening before their gawking eyes, a little pearl of pre-cum seeping from the tip to drip on Tucker's black satin sheet.
Tucker, feeling his penis expand like an inflated balloon inside of Ralph Decker's eldest daughter's tight, wet pussy, felt the cold steel of a gun scrape against his spine on the backstroke.
"J-Jesus, Decker. What do you... want?"
"Get your ass outta her back side and fuck her beneath with her on top, you sick bastard... NOW!"
At the grating sound of his voice, Bloater ceased the pumping into Sara's voluptuous face and stared unnerved as Ralph Decker waved his gun in his direction. "You... Fatso... stick that prick back in her from the side. Yeah, you're gonna have to move, too, Tanya."
"Daddy... ! What are you going to do?" The sound of her finger pulling free of her milking cunt startled even Tanya who scuttled along under Bloater whose heavy, sagging testicles flapped in her face from all the movement on the bed.
"Daddy... ? It was Sara this time. "Daddy, what..
"I'm going to fuck you, honey... nice and hard. You'd like that, kitten, wouldn't you?" His voice cracked when he said it.
"Oh, I want you to!" she gasped, ovaling her mouth for Bloater's thumping cock scraping across her cheeks and leaving a sticky wet trail as his penis tried to find her mouth on its own.
Tanya watched her father position himself. She couldn't believe it, not only was her father about to butt fuck her older sister, but man, what cock it was! No wonder Mama lets him push her around!
Whores... thought Decker. Who cares about Tucker or his fat assed body guard. I want my girls... one at a time!
He was on the bed, inching forward on his knees, falling back on his haunches close to Sara's silken back.
"What about me, Daddy... don't I get anything?" pouted Tanya.
"You'll get yours, little girl... believe me, you'll get yours!"
Gaspingly, Sara twisted around to look back at her father's passion tightened face, letting Bloater's cock slip from her lips momentarily. She wore a questioning look on her face. "You don't have to leave home if it's cock you want, kitten. You got all you can handle right here!" Then, pulling himself tightly to her back, he forced her spread buttocks higher into the air and guided his throbbing penis head through the warm spongy flesh before it, until finally with one buttock flattening lunge, he had sunk the length of it deep inside his daughter's rectum.
Sara struggled for breath, mindless now with the pain of it! God, she'd never be the same again with the way their huge cocks were ravaging her helpless channels! Suddenly Tucker began to thrust up into her once more, along with her father's sodomizing lunges.
While she chewed on Bloater's cock, Sara tried to hold herself still between them as they began to saw mercilessly in and out of her... in and out, thrusting and withdrawing, until she began to sense their hot thicknesses rubbing against one another, separated only by the thin, fleshy membrane dividing her rectum and vagina.
Sara mewled around Bloater's cock, the incredible pain becoming weirdly pleasurable!
She began to move back and down with her cock stretched passages seething and frothing in eager reception of their hardness.
"Fuck her, ram it to her!" Tanya, fiercely fingering herself cried out. If she rolled her eyes backwards she could see through the hairy shield of Bloater's loins her sister's ovalled mouth clamping his penis deep inside... Her own little tongue probed into the spongy ring of Bloater's anus while her fingers beat a juicy tattoo between her thighs.
"Mmmff... mfff... aaahhhh!" Sara was in her glory. She had her fantasy gangsters fucking her evilly, she had her father's hardness embedded deep within her, and she had her sister cheering her on from the sidelines. It was wicked and wonderful!
She urged them on by wiggling her buttocks from side to side and around in little circles, humping her pelvis to smack resoundingly against Simon Tucker's drilling rig jutting out from his salt and pepper loins. She nibbled and lapped at Bloater's cock, feeling joyfully free and uninhibitedƒ_"a fact that was well documented in the mirage of mirrors reflecting her debauchery in a million different poses. Furiously they fucked while she licked at the rubbery knob in her mouth, the mounting, entrancing bliss of it, the hands savagely gripping and clutching her naked flesh lustfully enslaving her as she knelt helplessly impaled from behind and below and in front! Her brain reeled on the verge of oblivion. Oh, these cocks... these fantastic cocks were far better than Barry's stupid fantasies...
because they were real!
Nobody saw Terry step cautiously into the room and peek around the door jamb, then scratch his head. Holy shit! His eyes roved over the fleshy entanglement of arms and legs and heads and fingers until they followed the inevitable path that led to his own Tanya furiously finger fucking herself while stabbing her tongue tip up into Bloater's anus while one hand worked at pumping his balls. I should have known she couldn't keep her hot box out of this!
Masterfully, he stalked over to the bed and tore his girl friend's fingers from her cunt. They came away sticky. "Let me do that!" Climbing on top of her, he gingerly lifted her legs, draping them over the sides of his thighs and wiggled his stiff young penis into her seething cunt. Gratefully, Tanya's hand, still webbed with her own secretions, grabbed his hard pole and squeezed appreciatively.
Ralph Decker began to mouth foul obscenities while simultaneously Sara felt the thick boiling liquid of his raging sperm shoot deep up into her back passage as her own orgasm frantically seized her, sending racking spasms of erotic pleasure sweeping through her lush, young body. She could feel every squirting contraction of his long, thick cock as it jerked out its load of hot cum deep up into the buttery depths of her intimate rectal organs!
Below, Tucker began to whimper and pant as Sara thrust her trembling buttocks and still spasming loins down hungrily, her breathing heaving from her lungs, her mouth sucking rapturously on Bloater's simultaneously squirting erection. Then the pumping cock began spitting an animalish stream of thick, hot semen up into the furthest recesses of her quaking belly. Sara felt her orgasmic juices blending and puddling with his, an almost insane frenzy of erotic bliss shooting her off for a second orgasmic joy ride up there with the stars!
The heady smell of musk and lubricated genitals heightened Terry's young masculine instincts, and after a few more pelvic bone smashing thrusts into Tanya's young pussy, he squirted hard and deep into her belly... then fell back exhausted.
The plush bedroom was filled with the climactic moans and exhausted pantings and groanings of the six people spread haphazardly on Simon Tucker's round mirror-fringed bed. Of the six, Ralph Decker was the first to stir, quickly coming to his senses.
Ralph's sticky penis clung to his hairy thigh as he forced himself into an ugly mood despite the erotic euphoria of having actualized a life-time fantasy, and snatched up the gun tossed atop his rumpled underwear on the rug below. He had to finish what he'd started.
"Okay, you fucking asshole... " The cold butt of the gun probed in the hirsute crevice of Simon Tucker's tender anus. "You've fucked my daughter so give me back my Goddamned money or you're gonna be shittin' bullets!"
Simon Tucker threw up his hands. "Okay, okay, Decker... you can have back your money... just put down that gun!"
Satisfied that that battle had been won, Ralph Decker encircled the bed, pausing to where his daughter lay stroking her boy friend's blonde head that lay cushioned on her sperm sticky thigh. The older man slapped the younger one on the buttocks.
"Roll over, you punk!" he bellowed. "This daughter of mine's been needing a slap on the ass for a hell of a long time."