Chapter 7
Janet turned away from the water show. The acrobatics on water skis didn't interest her. The mermaids had no meaning. The trained cockatoo that did backward somersaults was something alien. The crowds of people milling about snacking on the sunflower seeds they'd bought for the parrots were making her nervous.
"Mom, what's the matter?" Penny asked cautiously from beside her.
Janet looked at her daughter. Even she was foreign. Something unreal now. She squinted as if trying to recognize the girl who looked like a younger version of herself-nearly as she had been before . . . before it had happened.
"What?" she asked weakly, squinting harder. "What did you say?"
"Mom?" Penny licked her lips. She didn't like the expression on her mother's face at all. "Mom, are you all right?" She felt frightened. Her mother hadn't been quite the same since her sudden outburst in the motel.
She'd stayed in the bathroom a long, long time. Penny had worried then, and she'd finally knocked on the door. It had taken quite a while for her mother to answer. When she'd opened the door, she'd looked a little odd then. She hadn't improved during the afternoon.
Penny glanced at the sun. It wasn't far from dinner time and closing time at Wonder Gardens. She nibbled her lower lip and watched her mother squint at her against the sun.
"Do you want to go back, Mom?"
"Back? Oh. Yes. Yes, back. Let's go back. I have a splitting headache. I don't feel quite right."
She stood there. Penny took her mother's arm and began leading her through the crowd. They found a cab and took it back to the motel. Janet paused, looking at the room door as if she didn't want to go inside.
Penny unlocked the door. At least, she put the key in the knob and turned it. She didn't feel the resistance she should have, and she didn't hear the spring-loaded thunk of the mechanism being released by the turning key.
She didn't notice either absence at the time, because of her concern for her mother, and it was only on later reflection that she should have realized something was amiss.
She swung the door open and led her mother through it. When she turned to shut the door, it flew from her hands and slammed shut, and the man who had been standing behind it gave them both a hard, brutal shove toward the bed.
Penny gasped, her heart flying to her throat. Janet turned utterly white and was whimpering before she sprawled across the big double bed, her eyes wide and full of terror.
"God, it's going to happen again..." she croaked.
She reached for Penny in a gesture of protection or in a plea for help, Penny wasn't sure. She wasn't really paying attention. She could do little more than stare speechlessly at the stocky hulk of the man approaching the bed.
"No-no, don't rape us!" Janet cried, her voice tinged with an hysterical quality.
"Shut up, bitch," the man growled. His hand shot out. The back of it slapped Janet a stinging blow that made her yelp and go flat on the bed.
The man had a nasty look. His head was squarish and blocky. Muscles bulged on his arms and chest.
He needed a shave. His hair was dark and scraggly. His eyes were black and hard. Two teeth were chipped and jagged. Penny saw them when he bared them in a snarl.
"All right, bitch-where is he? What'd he do with our money?" He lifted his hand threateningly. "Talk, or I'll give you another shot across those big tits this time!"
"No! No, don't rape us!" Janet cried again, cowering back.
"Where's who?" Penny cried, leaning protectively toward her mother this time.
The man turned his eyes to her. They flicked up and down her young, full, virginal body. He licked his lips.
"Son of a bitch has good taste in cunts, anyway, huh, Floyd?" he said.
There was a movement from the bathroom. Penny whipped her head around and saw the other one. He was lanky and blond, with a long nose and drooping eyes and a witless grin on his face. He came into the room and looked at the two of them on the bed.
He carried her father's shaving kit. He turned it upside down, spilling the contents onto the floor, looked inside, felt around inside, then tossed it.
"Nothin', Cody," he said. "The goddamn place is empty. Just full of junk. He must have it with him, huh, Cody?"
"Who!" Penny cried. "What are you doing in here! What are you looking for!"
Floyd stood over her. He put out a long-fingered hand and held her chin, twisting her head around, looking down at her thrusting tits at the same time.
"We're lookin' for Roger, ain't that right, Cody?" he grinned. "Man, what jugs, huh? Both of'em, Cody. Tits all over the goddamn place."
"There's nobody by the name of Roger in here," Penny gasped, lifting up from the way he was pulling on her chin.
"We can see that, twat," Cody growled. "But this is where he's crashing. He's got our money, and we want it back, see? I guess we'll just have to wait for him."
"No-you're wrong!" she cried. "There's no Roger here! You've got the wrong room, or something!"
Cody snorted. "Now, that kind of shit's not gonna work, honey. We know we got the right room, just like we know he sold us a bundle of crappy stuff instead of the good shit we paid for, and like we know we're gonna undo the transaction and teach him not to do naughty things like that again."
"He sure didn't say nothin' about shacking up with two big-titted pussies like these, though, did he, Cody?" Floyd grinned. "I wonder why he didn't say nothin' about them?" he cackled wickedly.
"Because he knew you'd want to fuck them, Floyd."
"Goddamn right," Floyd cackled again. "Hey, man-why not? While we're waiting, you know?"
"Ah!" Janet cried sharply, her eyes popped from her head. She sat up quickly, shivering all over, clamping her knees together as tightly as she could.
"Please . . . please!" Penny cried. "There's some mistake-really, there is!"
Floyd stopped grinning. He moved swiftly, retrieving the shaving kit from the floor. He thrust it under Penny's face, forcing her to read the gold initials on it- R.E.
"See that?" he grated, forcing her nose down against the leather. "That's Roger Edlow, ain't it? I may look dumb, baby, but I can read!"
"That's my father!" she gasped. "Russ Evans!"
"Sure, it is," he said, tossing the kit aside again. "Man, what jugs! Let's fuck'em, Cody-while we're waiting."
He reached down, wrapping his long fingers around Penny's thrusting, firm tit. He squeezed and fondled it, and she gasped when his other hand went to the center of her back and pressed her chest up against his fondling fingers.
He breathed heavily. She could see the change in his expression. Worse yet, she could see the immediate thickening of his cock at the crotch of his pants.
"Cool it, Floyd," Cody said, licking his lips as he watched his partner fondle Penny's tits.
"Cool it, shit!" Floyd grated. "The son of a bitch owes us something, man! You can stand around and watch if you want, but I'm gonna fuck this sweet, big-titted pussy bowlegged while we're waitin for the bastard to show."
His hand moved to his fly. He unzipped it. He reached inside the gap and worked his cock out, pulling at it to make it stiffer.
Penny gasped and stared. Her nose wrinkled at the ripe aroma wafting up. His prick was long and thin, just like the rest of him. The mushroom head began swelling redly at he pulled at the stretching shaft and made it grow thicker.
"Ah!" Janet cried again, something like a yapping bark from a small dog. Her eyes bulged from her head. She licked dry lips. Her chest began to heave with labored breathing.
"Makes you hot, huh, baby?" Cody grinned at her. He put his hand to his crotch. "Maybe Floyd's got the right idea. The prick owes us something. Get naked, cunt-I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Ah! Ah!" Janet barked again, her knees clamped so tightly together her hip joints popped. Her eyes swiveled in her head when Cody began working at his buckle, and then she flew from the bed toward the door, whimpering all the way.
"Hey! Get her!" Floyd yelled.
He pushed at Penny's chest, flattening her, and jumped after Janet, thudding into the door just as she tried to yank it open.
"Ahhhh, no!" Janet screamed.
Cody grabbed her in strong hands. He swung her around and gave her a toss, and she flew onto the bed again. She bounded over it and stood between the two beds, her eyes wild.
The two men advanced, grinning, liking the excitement. "Skittish, ain't she?" Floyd grinned.
"We gonna have to tie her down, Cody."
"No-o-o!" Janet wailed, holding her hands to her tits-to her hated, offending, goddamn rape-causing tits.
"What do you make of that, Floyd?" Cody grinned. "She's more scared for herself than she is for her daughter."
"Maybe that's because she likes gettin' dicked so much," Floyd giggled.
"No! Don't rape me!" Janet cried again.
They had separated slightly. It was a trap. Janet flew over the bed, diving for the hole between them. They closed in and caught her, and she began to kick and squeal insanely.
"Let her go!" Penny cried. "Oh, you don't know what you're doing to her! Mom!"
Cody clamped a big hand over Janet's mouth and held her tightly in his powerful arms, wrapping one around her chest and holding her thrusting tit with his hand.
Floyd flipped the covers off the bed and yanked the sheet free. He grunted and ripped it lengthwise, the sound nearly explosive. He made wide strips of the sheet.
Janet squirmed helplessly in Cody's arms and moaned against his mouth-covering palm. When Floyd had torn the sheet the way he wanted, he grabbed one wrist and tied the sheet strip to it.
He looped the other end around the bed frame and then went to work on her other wrist, while Cody moved his free hand all over her big tits.
The buttons on her blouse finally popped, and her breasts filled his hand to overflowing. She struggled in his grip, her eyes wild and haunted.
Floyd balled a piece of the sheet and stuffed it into her mouth when Cody took his hand away. Then he grinned as he watched the clothing being stripped from her body.
"Stop! Stop!" Penny cried. "Don't do that to my mother! You don't know what it'll do to her!"
Cody ripped Janet's bra loose, and the big tits tumbled and jiggled free from her chest, the huge nipples thrusting and filled and hot looking.
"God damn!" Floyd croaked, eyeing her nipples. "She's achin' for a fuck, Cody!"
Penny didn't know what to do. She was obviously powerless against them physically. She watched her mother's skirt be yanked from her hips and the thin panties rolled down her tight, round buttocks and thighs. And then Cody's broad hand covered the golden patch of fur over her mound and squeezed.
"Nnnnh!" Janet cried, the squeal coming out muffled and useless through the ball of sheeting.
Cody lifted her by her twat and flung her onto her back on the bed, pulling deftly at the strips around the frame at the same time, making her arms vee from her sides.
While they were trussing her legs, making them spread wide apart and her pussy split open, Penny made a dart for the door, knowing nothing else she could do.
Floyd had been waiting for the move. He caught her quickly, sweeping her up in his arms, cackling as if it were all a great game. He carried her to the other bed. Cody tied the last knot and stood up, and the two of them made short work with her, stripping her naked, feeling her virginal tits and pussy and ass all over.
"You know how I want her, Cody," Floyd grinned.
They bent her double. Penny squeaked with fright. Her hands were behind her back and her knees tucked up under her chin when they were finished. They could roll her across the bed like a ball. She felt her asscheeks flare up and out and apart when Floyd finally positioned her, and she'd never felt so naked or exposed in her whole life.
"Man, let's fuck!" Floyd cried.
Cody was already stripped. He held his stubby, thick cock in his hand and climbed onto the bed with Janet, positioning himself between her spread legs.
Janet's eyes bulged. She made muffled sounds through the gag again and tried to twist her body free. Cody watched the effect on her big tits and puffy pussy lips, and his cock lifted and throbbed.
"Oh, baby, I just can't believe those big tits of yours. Those red, hard nipples. You're dying for my dick! Why squirm around and pretend you're not, huh?"
"Ohhhh, don't fuck her, Cody-don't rape her!" Penny cried, her head turned enough so that she could see her mother's spread body thrash and twist.
Floyd was on the bed with her. His hand passed up and down and over and around her tight, round, firm ass. The fingers dipped into her deep, open crack again and again, and she could feel his fingertips ripple over her puckered, virginal asshole.
Her mother saw it too, and Janet's eyes bulged even more, already knowing the terror and horror that her daughter was going to be subjected to.
Janet twisted and moaned and fought against the strong bonds that made her spread so totally open. She'd known it was going to happen. She'd had the feeling for months. It had preyed upon her. Now, it wasn't just to her daughter that it was going to happen-but to herself.
Again . . .
She made a silent, inward vow. It wasn't going to be like the last time. She wasn't going to come this time. Not once. She was going to hate every stroke, every plunge of raping cock into her body, every drop of squirting, smelling sperm.
She'd had sixteen years to practice for it this time, and she knew she wasn't going to debase herself once.
She wished Russ could be there to watch her this time-to watch her despise every jab and stroke. To watch her hate every second of it. To watch the way her body would be like lead-totally unresponding, without one hint of orgasmic quiver.
She stopped twisting and churning. An odd calm came over her. She felt above it all suddenly. A feeling of supreme confidence warmed through her, leaving her secure in the knowledge that there would be no guilt or shame from being raped this time, because she would not respond with surging orgasm and degrading, shameless cries for more cock, more fucking, more sperm-more .. .
Cody reached out and took her big tits in his broad hands. Her hated, rape-causing tits. He fondled them. Her tits were dead, totally without sensation.
He pulled at the long nipples. There was slight pain in them, he pulled so hard. That was good. Pain was good. Pain made the feeling stay away.
He came down against her, opening his mouth. His lips wrapped around one of the prick-like nipples and sucked. His tongue flicked and stroked, and his hands squeezed. She could feel his stubby, thick cock bumping against her inner thighs.
She inhaled harshly through her nostrils. She turned her eyes to her daughter, who was watching closely from her balled-up position. Janet could see Penny's round ass pointing right at her.
Her cheeks were parted wide. The little asshole puckered and pulsed. Her virginal cunt lips pouted down from the bottom of her crotch, puffy and sweet. Floyd's fingers teased and massaged them as they both watched Cody suck on her tits.
Janet caught her daughter's eye and held it. Do it this way, honey, she thought across the distance. Be like Mommy and feel nothing, 'and there'll be no guilt or shame.
But Penny's mouth opened, and her eyes rolled slightly. "Ohhhh, God," she moaned softly.
Janet looked quickly. Floyd's fingertip traced up and down her daughter's vulnerable pussy slit, circling lightly at the top of her young cleft.
The bastard was tickling her clit! Janet cried inwardly.
Her legs kicked against the bonds. Her tits jiggled in Cody's sucking mouth. She wanted up. That wasn't fair. Floyd wasn't playing fair! He was trying to get Penny hot!
"Mmmm, God-what tits!" Cody gasped, sucking his mouth from them. He looked down at the stretched, full nipples, the way they were so red and wet and throbbing. He looked at her whole naked body, missing nothing.
"Let's get a taste of that open pussy, baby," he growled huskily, shifting his position.
Janet started. She lifted her head slightly and watched him hover over her split middle. Her hips jerked. He couldn't suck her cunt! That wasn't the way a rape was done!
She felt his warm breath over her twat. It bathed her inner thighs. Her flesh quivered. Her pussy lips filled and moved, and she could feel the shameless way they were behaving.
He opened his mouth. He brought it down over her spread cunt. His lips crushed her golden pubes and pulled lightly on them, making needles of sensation jitter through her abdomen.
"Nnnn!" she groaned through the gag, twisting again.
"She likes it, Cody," Floyd cackled. "Crap, they all like that long tongue of yours. Go on, give her cunt a shot with it and let little daughter watch how much Mommy likes it, so she can quit worrying about her and start thinking about my hot cock and her own pleasure. It's always better that way, ain't it, Cody?"
He ran his fingers up and down Penny's virginal slit again, feeling the way the puffy lips were swelling open and the way cunt honey was beginning to form in the succulent crack. He wanted lots of cunt honey to come out. He needed lots of it to coat his long prick with.
Cody grinned against Janet's pussy. She could actually feel him doing it. His lips compressed her twat petals and massaged them. Then his tongue tip came out and traced up the silky inner tissues of them, stroking more feeling into her pussy than she wanted to feel.
It wasn't fair!
She tried to clamp her thighs together. She couldn't, of course. The sheet knots dug into her ankles and hurt.
Cody put his hands to her pussy. He used his big thumbs. He pried the succulent lips apart. He lifted back and looked down at the red, silky hole that led right to the center of her being.
Floyd craned his neck and looked too. So did Penny. Janet squirmed slightly again. She didn't like being on such display. It was making her feel funny. She squeezed her pussy muscle tightly, and her cunt mouth jumped.
"Yeah-h-h, baby," Cody whispered huskily. "It's coming, now. I know you can't wait any longer, so here it comes-three fucking feet of fucking tongue! Open wide, baby, and let's see that nice, tight pussy hole gush!"
He lowered his mouth. Janet held her breath. She felt the tip of his tongue right at her pussy mouth. She felt it go into her, slowly, twirlingly-unfairly!
"Nnnnnh!" she cried, her hips switching back and forth.
His tongue went in and in. She gasped. The top of her scalp prickled. She could feel her face going red, her body flushing all over. She fought for control. She fought hard. She'd never felt anything like his tongue. It wasn't hard and raping and painful. It wasn't squirting her full of stinky cum.
It was filling her with-with . . . sensation!
She twisted and heaved. She made squealy, strange sounds behind the gag. She felt her pussy walls squeezing and sucking around the invading tongue.
She couldn't believe the feelings generated inside her cunt. She'd never had her hole eaten out before-not once. Russ had wanted to try it with her, but if she would barely let him run his cock into her pussy, she certainly wasn't going to let him twirl his tongue inside there.
She gasped. She couldn't help it. The bulwark of self-confidence began to crumble. It went, piece by piece, with each swirling dart of Cody's long, slithering tongue.
Her eyes bulged with shock, then darkened with dismay. She knew her daughter was watching her as they hooded and became glazed with the sensation shooting through her body.
Suddenly she was glad Russ wasn't there to watch. If he had been, he would now be seeing the same thing he'd seen sixteen years ago-the same shameless, wanton surging of emotion in her.
Instead of Russ, Penny was there to watch her. She couldn't let her daughter know what was happening to her. She had to hide it-if she could.
Cody's fingertips kept her cunt petals pried wide apart. They began massaging her flesh as his tongue slithered and swirled inside her wettening hole.
She felt her anus pinch together. The sudden thought of that tongue slithering up her asshole made her suck in her breath and made her heart pound violently.
"Ohhh, man-she digs it, Cody," Floyd cackled, stroking Penny's exposed pussy faster and faster, drawing ever more juice from her succulent slit.
"Mom ..." Penny groaned suddenly. "Ohhhh, Mommy ..."
Janet shook herself mentally, and her eyes unclouded. It was a short victory. The sensations just wouldn't stop, and she knew she was going to shame herself before her daughter this time-at any moment now.
She gasped again. She twisted her hips. She heaved. She squeezed her cunt muscles, trying to push the long, squirming organ from her vaginal tunnel.
The writhing only made the sensations increase in intensity. It didn't help for her to be able to stare right at her daughter's open crotch. She could see the way Floyd's fingers tickled over her young pussy mouth and quivering little asshole.
She could see the way Penny was shaking and squirming in her balled-up position. She could see the flow of virginal pussy juice leaking from her pretty slit and the way Floyd was trailing the moisture around the bottom of her upturned crotch and coating her puckered asshole with it.
"Ohhhh, Mommy!" Penny groaned again, the sound sharp and quick. She gasped with heat. "Mommy, he's tickling my asshole and my pussy both! Mommy-I'm going to come!"
She twisted and shook. Floyd stopped watching Cody slobber and suck at Janet's spread pussy, and he looked at Penny's opened ass instead.
He rimmed her asshole with the tip of his finger and fucked it inside the clinging, virginal channel up to the first knuckle, as if giving her a little feel of what was to come, but not too much.
"Mommy! God, I'm going to come! I can't help it, Mommy! Ohhhh, don't hate me again-I can't help it! I'm coming! Now! Ahhhhgh-I can't. .. help . . . ohhhhh!"
Penny's body tightened all over and shuddered. Her asscheeks clenched and released with each spasm that shot through her young body. She wanted to stretch out and heave her hips and throw herself into the strong orgasm, but she couldn't because of the way she was tied up into a tight ball. She could do nothing but press her knees and face against the bed and let her rifted ass shudder and shake around his fucking finger.
Janet watched her daughter come. She saw the way the tight anal mouth sucked and pulled at the finger imbedded in it. She heard her daughter's cry for forgiveness and sobbed inwardly. How could she-the most shameful of women-be asked to forgive the shaking rush of orgasm at the hand of a rapist?
She groaned behind the gag. Her body tossed. Her tits heaved, and the nipples stretched even farther and harder from the ends of the big, jiggling cones.
Her pussy tunnel widened and caught, and then it crushed down hard around Cody's deeply imbedded tongue, spasming and sucking at the organ wildly.
Juice gushed from her vaginal walls, and she knew her honey was running down the trough of his tongue into his mouth. The thought made her go wild with lust.
Still, she tried hard not to give vent to the shaking, twisting spasms as much as she wanted to. She had to try to pretend that she wasn't shameless again.
She didn't fool either Cody or Floyd. Floyd cackled. His long cock lifted and jerked as he feasted his eyes first upon Penny's finger-sucking butt and then upon Cody's suctioning mouth.
Cody fucked his tongue into her quivering hole, darting it quickly, making it like a velvety prick. He licked all around, lapping up her warm, thick honey as quickly as it formed, and Janet knew she hadn't fooled him or herself or anybody at all.
"Nnnnngh!" she squealed through her gag, her body tossing. One thought seared through her mind as she came-the thought Penny had just expressed ... I can't help it!
Something happened to her right then-something sharp and cutting. It felt as if a great piece of herself had just been severed from the rest of her.
She felt it float away, could watch it dissolve in her mind's eye. It was cast adrift like a great, cold iceberg, and it was slowly melting in the sea of her consciousness, never to return.
Her eyes stared, but they were looking inward. She was only barely conscious of the way Cody had slipped his tongue from her spasming pussy, the way he was wiping his face of her cunt honey with the back of his hand.
He came over her, and she felt the head of his stubby cock bump her inner thighs and rattle upward toward her split, gaping cunt. She felt the press of his cockhead against her fleshy, quivering pussy lips, the way it nosed between her folds.
It was happening again. She was being raped. His cock was sliding into her silken hole. She felt the wide head spread the muscular ring of her vagina.
She felt the shaft ripple over the mouth and run into her body. She felt the squeezing her cunt tunnel gave it-as if trying to keep his prick out.
But not keeping it out. . .
Rape . . .
But not rape ... so different this time . . .
She tossed her head from side to side. She moaned constantly, the sound far away and muffled through the gag. But it was a screaming in her mind, over and over again. I can't help it!
Her body lifted. Her hips tipped upward. Her pelvis rocked, and her cunt opened wide for the fat, stubby cock that stretched the silken tissues and made sensation sear through her.
Her clit stretched from the top of her cleft, throbbing and pulsing redly, the little organ seeking this time instead of recoiling from the touches and the pressures it had wanted again for all these years.
Cody rammed his prick all the way to the back of her quaking, opened, yearning cunt. His pubic bone ground down against the tip of her screaming clit.
He fucked her deeply. He lay upon the ends of her surging tits, and she felt her whole body soar with sensation-because it couldn't help it!
"Ahhhh, God-what a wild, hot cunt!" Cody gasped, surprise in his voice. "She's gobbling my cock alive, Floyd!"
Penny gasped. She looked over at her mother. She gasped again. She could see it was true. Her mother's hips tossed and churned. Her thighs made a soft bed for Cody's hips.
Cody fucked up and down over her mother. She could see his cock run in and out of her open, wet hole. She could see the glimmer of much cunt honey on his shaft. It smeared over her pussy lips and inner thighs. The sounds of sucking wetness from his pistoning cock were loud in the room.
Her mother was fucking back! Fucking wildly! Then Penny stopped concerning herself with her mother and the sudden, unpredictable change that had come over her. She felt Floyd get to his knees behind her ass. She felt the head of his long prick prod between her firm cheeks, riding up and down the deep cleft that was so open and exposed.
Her crack was sopping wet. She realized then why he'd been tickling her pussy so much-what he'd been doing. She gasped, her mouth open against the bed, her tits bunched up under her knees like big, hard pillows of flesh.
She felt his leaking prickhead center at her asshole and press inward slightly. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She remembered the feel of her father's tongue there, and she reinforced the image, pretending that the oily slit at the tip of his prick was the wet tip of her father's wonderful tongue.
"Ahhhh!" she squealed thinly. "Mommy-he's going to fuck his long cock up my asshole! Ohhhh, I'm going to come and come, Mommy! He's going to make me come! Is it all right if I come, Mommy? Is it? I'm not going to be able to stop it from happening, Mommy!"
Floyd pressed. The wide head spread her anal ring. She felt the searing fire, the widening of her virginal asshole. Her butt shook and rippled.
She felt icy sensations shoot up her spine, and then they became burning ones, alternately. Thrill after thrill blazed through her young body.
There was pain, too, but it became dulled and diluted with each fraction of an inch his cock drove into her virginal butt, until there was only wild sensation.
His cock went up and up. It seemed it would never stop. It reached the depth her father's tongue had been and kept coming. Her butt opened wider and wider.
Her asshole rippled and pulsed with each vein and bump that slid over the tight mouth. She shuddered constantly, moaning, wanting to toss and heave, wanting to scuttle away from the driving, reaming rod and wanting to shove her ass back against it at the same time.
She couldn't do either one. She couldn't do anything but remain there, doubled up, her ass thrusting into the air, while his cock skewered her ass and sank between the firm, round cheeks of her shaking butt.
She blinked. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She gasped constantly. The prick didn't have an end to it. She began feeling stuffed. Her virginal pussy lips fluttered and pouted down and open at the bottom of her crotch.
She felt them leaking and dripping her hot honey. She wished she could touch them, swirl her fingers over her clit the way she had this morning when her mother had caught her.
She heard her mother cry out in a strangled way, and she swiveled her eyes enough to be able to look.
Her mother's hips were lifted high. Her legs were quivering. Her butt cheeks were clenching open and closed, and her pussy was sucking furiously at the hot cock imbedded in it.
Her face was flushed red. Beads of sweat made her forehead glisten. Her tits were so hard they seemed to be supporting his weight.
Her mother was coming. She was coming hard and openly, as if she didn't care any more, as if all the lectures had been so much hot air that she hadn't really meant.
Penny felt Floyd's pubic bone crush up against her pouting butt finally. The inward drive of his long prick stopped. It felt as if it were at the back of her throat it was so deeply imbedded in her young body.
Her mouth opened. Saliva drooled from it onto the bed. Her body began heaving and shaking, and waves of orgasm ripped through her even as Floyd started the first backward stroke of his cock.
"Ahhhhgh! I'm coming again! Mommy! He's fucked his long, long prick all the way up my ass, and he's making me come again! Oh, Mommy-yaaaagh!"
She shuddered and quaked. She felt Floyd's prick withdraw nearly all the way from her tight, virginal asshole. As if not wanting him to take it out, her anal ring gripped the shaft tightly with sucking spasms that pulled inward.
His hands went on her hips. He held her upright, kneading her ass flesh as he fucked back into her. His prick stroked in and out of her asshole, and Penny's emotions ignited and blazed.
"Yaaaah!" she cried, making it a constant, drawn-out moan of orgasmic bliss.
Floyd grunted. His prick began to fly in and out of her upturned ass. She felt it buck inside her body. She felt the head swell and jerk, and she knew he was getting ready to come.
His balls slapped up against her virginal pussy lips, making her twat tingle unmercifully.
She kept watching her mother and Cody. She saw Cody's furred butt cheeks open and close as he fucked his thick prick in and out of her mother's sucking, wet-sounding hole.
Then he grunted. She tossed her head. She seemed to swivel her hips, as if urging him on. He grunted again, gasping. He clutched at her big tits and hung on.
He mashed his hips against her open crotch, sinking his cock into her hole to the hilt. His balls drew up into hard spheres. He gasped one more time, and then his asscheeks clenched tightly and drove downward, making his prick shove all the way into her pussy.
"Gaaagh!" he roared, his prick exploding.
He shot wads of sperm into Janet's pussy. She felt it bubble and hose and squirt. His prickhead seemed to expand to an impossible girth, and then it danced at the back of her pussy.
She couldn't keep her hips still. She tossed her head back and forth. She wished she didn't have the gag in her mouth. Then she could yell all she wanted to. Then she could tell her daughter that it was all right to come when you couldn't help how hot someone else made you become.
She could tell Penny that there was no guilt or shame in coming when you were raped.
She felt the warm flood of sperm fill her cunt tunnel. It wasn't a disgusting sensation any more. It seemed the right one, the ultimate one.
She felt her hips shudder again, and she realized she'd lost count of her orgasms now. They were coming one after the other, spilling from her, each squeeze of her pussy around his hard cock seeming to bring on the next spasm.
She felt elated inside. There was no guilt any more-no shame. How could there be, when she couldn't help coming-couldn't help being raped?
She realized she couldn't help it the last time, either. Her poor virginal body hadn't had a chance-no more than Penny's did right now.
With four pricks stroking in and out of her pussy, between her big tits, up her tender ass, between her succulent lips and down her throat-there was no way then she could have stopped from coming.
She'd been overwhelmed with sensation. But, instead of realizing that, she'd thought only of the shame for coming, the ignominy of being sexually assaulted in front of her boy friend.
Then the shame had turned to guilt when she realized she was crying for more, yelling to be fucked again and again, and she'd made Russ atone for her own guilt all these years.
Russ . . .
She tossed her head and moaned again. She had one wish now-that it was her wonderful, sweet, understanding husband's prick up her pussy right then, flooding it, warming it, making it spasm and shudder.
He'd been so good for so long that, at that very moment, Janet didn't understand why he'd stood it, why he'd put up with her screwed-up head, why he hadn't left her.
Russ ...
God, he deserved all the squeezing and sucking her pussy was pouring forth upon Cody's raping cock. He deserved everything, now-everything he'd always wanted from her.
And he was going to get it! From now on! God, yes!
She felt Cody's final lunge, the final throb of his stubby prick, the final, shuddering crush of his hips against her, and her pussy tunnel responded with another series of wet, gushing spasms that made fluid spurt from her bloating lips and coat her thighs.
"Mommy! He's going to come in my ass!" Penny cried tremblingly. "I can feel his cock throbbing and bucking way up inside my butt! Ohhh, it tingles, Mommy! He's going to make me come again! Ohhh, I can't help . . . yaaaagh!"
She quivered and shook. Her anal ring pulsed around the thick root of the long cock. She milked and sucked with her tight butt hole, and the sperm rushed through the long tube and sprayed into her ass, filling her with warm wetness.
"Gaaaah!" Floyd yelled, crushing up against her asscheeks, his fingers spreading wide around her hips as he pulled her butt back against his cock. "How I love fucking assholes!"
He shuddered and gasped and then collapsed over her back, puffing hard. After a long moment, he lifted up. He began sliding his prick out her wet asshole.
"Now, baby-for a little fucking in that pretty, sweet pussy of yours," he whispered huskily.