Chapter 7
Buzz was standing there in the hall, bare-assed, his teenaged cock in a rigid state of twitching arousal. Just as revealing was the leer plastered across his face.
"You're right, Mom," he called to his startled mother. "It did turn out to be even better than I expected. A terrific show. I saw the whole thing. Got me so horny that it was all I could do to keep from beating my meat and wasting a load or two of jizz."
He paused, running his hand along his boner like a gladiator stroking his favorite sword for good luck before a battle.
"But I saved myself. Saved all of my cum and kept my cock hard as I could," Buzz continued. "Sooner or later, I knew you bitches would be ready for the real thing."
His sister decided on the spot that the best way to spur him on was to pretend to be disinterested. When they spontaneously traded glances for a flash of silent communication, Daisy knew at once that her mom agreed with this approach.
So, applying reverse psychology, Daisy snapped at Buzz: "Seems to me we were doing just super on our own before you showed up. Who needs you and your damned cock? Mom and I sure don't."
"Don't get me mad, Sis," Buzz answered. "I just might have to do something drastic."
"Such as?" Jean asked.
"Rape hell out of you both," Buzz replied with a wolfish grin. "In fact, I think I might like fucking you two bitches by force best of all."
Daisy and Jean glanced at one another. Then together they dared Buzz to make good on his threat.
"With pleasure," he said. "And you two bitches can scream all you want. I spiked Pop's beer with a sleeping pill, so he's out like a light until morning. I can kick your asses all over the house to get you in line if I have to and the old fart'll never be any the wiser."
"You'll have to catch us first," Daisy shot back.
Then she jumped to her feet, pulling her mother up along with her. Together, they ran from Buzz, fleeing in opposite directions when they reached the hallway.
Buzz swerved to his right, not sure which one of them he was following. Then, trapping her in her bedroom, he realized it was his sister. As he menacingly advanced, she backed into a corner. And when she was out of space, Buzz grabbed Daisy by the hair and hauled her toward the bed. Holding her head up, he slapped her onto the mattress.
Her battered face throbbing from the attack, Daisy had begun to wonder if Buzz had been pushed too far. The possibility that she might be in danger was enough to convince her she ought to passively submit to whatever her brother had in store for her.
"That's right, Sis," Buzz darkly chuckled when she went limp. "Just relax there on the bed. Relax and enjoy it. That's what they teach you chicks about getting raped, isn't it? Relax ... enjoy ... go with the flow ... and before long, being tied up and fucked'll seem like the most natural thing in the world to you."
He left Daisy paralyzed with anxiety and went to her dresser. When he found the drawer he was looking for, he pulled out a wad of pantyhose. Then, returning to his sister, he set to work binding her wrists and ankles to the bed frame.
"How's it feel, Sis? How's it feel to be my prisoner?" Buzz snarled.
Forcibly spread-eagled, Daisy whined as the pantyhose cut into her. She was, however, not suffering as much as it might have seemed on the surface. There was something about being a sexual captive which stirred her senses in spite of the bondage-or maybe because of it.
She felt a warm glow lurking in her loins, vaguely at first, then with increasing focus. Her cunt suddenly tingled, and the next thing she knew, her pussy seemed to have melted at its core from the erotic heat.
And now, her aroused pussy's prisoner as much as she was her brother's, Daisy recklessly begged: "Rape me, Buzz! Please! I want it! Want it so bad! Please rape me!"
Buzz snickered. "First things first, Sis. Before I split you in two with my big cock, I've got a little surprise for you. An extra treat."
He circled around the bed, looking Daisy over, watching her writhe so the pantyhose binding her wrists and ankles tugged at the bed frame and made it creak. Finally, he stopped pacing and hovered at her side, holding out his stiff prick so its long shadow extended across the smooth mound of his sister's hairless pussy.
"Like I said before, I saw everything you and mom did together, Sis," he drawled. "Even the pissing."
"What about it?" Daisy gulped.
"Seems to me that you missed out on half the fun in that deal, Sis," Buzz continued. "You pissed on mom, but nobody pissed on you. Now that's something we ought to take care of."
He lowered his prick at a sharp angle, so the cockhead was only a few inches from his sister's pulsing cunt. Daisy knew enough about the male body to be aware that pointing a stiff cock down was the only way to get piss out of a hard-on. The expression on her face showed this awareness.
A yellow stream of piss gushed from his slanting prick. It struck his sister's shaved cunt without any pussy hair to cushion the splattering impact. At once Daisy could feel the hot piss seeping into her cunt gash and scalding her pussy lips and clit.
She climaxed on the spot.
"More! More!" she cried. "Piss all over me, Buzz! Piss on my titties now! Then in my face! Piss, piss, piss on me with your beautiful cock!"
Buzz aimed his piss upward along Daisy's naked body. The golden shower splashed between her heaving tits, then poured down their slopes and dribbled from her erect nipples. From there the piss stream moved to her face, and she opened her mouth and swallowed as much piss as she could catch.
"Is that all?" she gurgled when her brother was drained.
"Piss isn't the only thing that shoots out of my cock," Buzz said.
He let go of his dripping prick. It sprang up from his crotch so it was stabbing the air, ready for fucking.
"I'm gonna cum so much in your cunt from raping you, Sis," he vowed, "you'll think I'm pissing all over again."
Now Buzz joined his sister on the bed, kneeling between her forcibly spread legs. When he gripped his prick again, the cockhead was aimed at the pink slice of her pussy like a weapon to be used for deepening an already-existing wound.
Daisy closed her eyes. She wanted the first cock-thrust of her first rape to overwhelm her.
It did. Oh, how it did!
"Coming up a storm, huh, Sis?" Buzz grunted, feeling her cunt walls grab in response the instant his prick had fucked into her pussy. "Well, we don't wanna make it too easy on you. This is supposed to be rape, not fun and games."
He slapped Daisy's face. She came even harder, her climaxing pussy jerking wildly around her brother's prick.
"Hurt me," she cried, "hurt me more!"
Buzz was glad to cooperate. Now he seized her tits. The nipples were his target, as he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers.
"That hurt enough for you, Sis?" he hissed, pinching hard.
"When it hurts this good, it's never enough!" Daisy swooned.
"That's one theory I'm gonna put to the test," Buzz rumbled.
He wrenched his sister's nipples around double. The twisted buds of tit flesh were so swollen with trapped blood that they seemed like they might burst. However, they were suddenly released as Daisy's orgasmic response to the welcome pain caused her to shudder so violently that Buzz flinched and let go.
Noticing he'd backed off, Daisy taunted: "What's the matter? Lose your nerve?"
His macho pride challenged, Buzz shot back: "I'll show you what a bastard I can be, Sis. You'll be begging for mercy by the time this is over."
His big cock gored her cunt for emphasis, re-establishing the savage fucking tempo of the rape. Then Buzz lowered his hands to the squirming cheeks of Daisy's ass, yanking them apart so her stretched asshole strained.
"Try this on for size, Sis," Buzz snarled.
The sharp nails of two fingers from each hand dug into the tender rims of his sister's shitpit, ripping the opening to at least twice its normal width. From there Buzz curled his thumbs into the dent of her enlarged ass ring, stuffing them up Daisy's ass.
"Feels like another cock up my ass to go along with the one in my pussy," she groaned in reaction. "Like you're fucking both my ass and cunt at the same time, Buzz."
"You mean raping your ass and cunt, don't you, Sis?"
"Whatever you want to call it! Just do it ... do it!"
Buzz pressed with his thumbs in Daisy's ass so he could feel his cock move in her cunt through the thin wall separating her fuckholes. It was, he realized, like fucking and jacking off at the same time for him. And the intense friction it generated was enough to abruptly make Buzz stop thinking about inflicting increased pain on his sister in favor of his own pleasure.
With his thumbs crammed in Daisy's asshole, he bumped them with his prick with every cock-thrust in her cunt.
Sensing what had happened to her brother, and eager for a pussyful of his hot cum to cap off the glorious rape, Daisy pushed back and wiggled her ass every time his cock fucked into her. The walls of her cunt rippled as if they were toothlessly chewing on his cockmeat, adding to the pressure Buzz felt from his own thumbs in her ass.
He was only human. He could only howl: "Gonna come!"
His cock exploded in Daisy's pussy. No load of jism had ever been hotter, thicker, nor more plentiful.
"You were right," Daisy moaned to her climaxing brother. "It is like you're pissing all over again. Pissing your cum into my cunt. So much cum that my cunt'll never hold it all if you keep shooting it there. I'm already leaking."
Then Daisy thought about what she'd just said, while her brother's prick kept spurting cum.
"Don't waste it!" she urgently cried. "Now that I've already got a pussyful of your jizz, finish coming up my ass!"
Buzz immediately popped his thumbs out of her asshole, then! he yanked her asscheeks apart to make her asshole a yawning target for his creaming prick as it left her swamped pussy. Then in he plunged, all the way to his churning balls with a single fuck-thrust, and unloaded the last of his cum deep in Daisy's ass guts.
When the fucking was over, Buzz sprawled on top of his sister, drooling on her tits. Down below, his drained balls dropped in their sac like rocks and his spent cock began to shrink out of Daisy's gooey asshole.
"Damn," he finally croaked, "this rape business really takes it out of a guy. I'm all fucked out. Just wanna roll over and sleep for a week."
He flopped over face down beside his sister. Daisy could understand Buzz's exhaustion, but she wondered who was going to untie her. Where was their mom, anyway?
Jean Fox answered that unspoken question, emerging from the shadows beyond the doorway. "Mmmm, that was quite a show you kids put on. Could hardly keep from joining in."
Aware now that her mother had been watching the whole time, Daisy said: "You shouldn't have held back, Mom, not if you were horny for cock. 'Cause poor Buzz has had it. Look at him. You'd better untie me so we can tuck him in and let him sleep it off."
"Oh, I'll untie you, all right, darling," Jean slyly said. "But your brother's not getting off the hook so easily."
It took a while for Jean to work out the knots in the pantyhose which had bound Daisy to the bed. She hummed cheerfully to herself throughout the task, certainly looking forward to something. For the life of her, though, Daisy couldn't figure out what that might be if it involved Buzz, who hadn't moved a muscle since their mother's appearance.
When Daisy was freed, Jean studied the pantyhose, stretching them this way and that. Daisy was more puzzled than ever.
"Pantyhose is ruined, Mom. I can't wear them anymore."
Jean chuckled. "Maybe they're ruined for wearing, but they're broken in perfectly for what I have in mind." She tugged at a pair then let go with one hand, making them snap in midair.
Recognizing that something out of the ordinary was definitely on tap, Daisy gave in to her curiosity and stepped back to watch. She saw her mother go to the bed, leaning over Buzz. Then, slipping her hands beneath him, she flipped him over onto his back as if he were meat on a griddle.
Now the pantyhose were brought back into play once again, used for the same purpose as before. For, drawing her son's lifeless limbs out from his naked body like the points of a star, Jean began lashing Buzz's wrists and ankles to the bed frame.
Catching on, Daisy muttered to herself: "I don't believe it. She's planning to rape him."
Suddenly Jean turned toward her daughter. "Don't think I can do it, do you?"
Daisy started to indicate that she thought any attempt to arouse poor Buzz was a waste of time. Then she held back, having recently learned not to underestimate her mother.
"Ah, I've really got you wondering now, don't I?" Jean teased. "Well, just keep your eyes open."
Then, with Buzz securely tied to the bed, Jean straddled him. He didn't stir, not even when his naked mother moved up his captive body and pressed her hairless pussy flush against his mouth.
Now Jean sat directly down on Buzz's face, her rubbery pussy lips clasping his features. Getting his attention by merely cutting off his air proved not to be her purpose, though. She had something more bizarre in mind.
"Ooooh, feels so good," Jean moaned with near-orgasmic release.
But she wasn't coming. She was pissing.
And, Buzz, dead to the world prior to the golden shower from his mother's gushing cunt, suddenly sputtered and gurgled. Laughing at his response, Jean just kept right on pissing in his face.
As though drowning, Buzz tried to flail his way out of the dilemma. But, of course, he couldn't, not with his arms and legs bound to the bed, a fact which he'd just painfully discovered.
"Wh-what is t-this, Mom?" he wetly stammered when Jean's piss finally slowed to a dribble.
"Just a little bit of that certain something you'd be smart to relax and enjoy, sonny boy. Isn't that the same advice you gave to your sister when you did it to her?"
"R-rape?" Buzz choked. "C'mon, Mom, no chick's ever raped a guy."
"Then I'll be the first," Jean sassily countered. "What an honor!"
Now she moved her cunt away from Buzz's glistening face, leaving a sloppy trail down his chest and belly as her dripping pussy approached his limp cock and sagging balls. When she sat directly on his cock and her pussy started moistly rubbing, Buzz warned her it wouldn't work. Jean leaned forward and popped the fat nipple of one of her big tits into his open mouth as if he were a nursing infant.
"Suck me first, baby," she huskily told him, "then you can fuck me."
She ground the tit in his face, forcing the rigid nipple almost to his throat. And, down below, the stimulation continued with a new wrinkle.
Daisy could hardly believe what she was seeing. For, spreading the cuntlips to the ultimate and bearing down, their mother had actually taken Buzz's balls up into her cunt, squeezing them from within. And left outside, his expanding prick blushed as if it were embarrassed by its sudden lack of willpower.
"Oh, Jesus," Daisy blurted. "Buzz has another hard-on!"
"And why don't you come over here and hold it straight up for me, so I can slide right down on it?" Jean called to her daughter.
"Then you can lick your brother's balls and my clit while his cock is fucking my cunt. Or, I should say, while my cunt is raping his cock."
"Wow, Mom, you're incredible!" Daisy gushed with admiration. "I just hope I'm half the woman you are when I'm your age."
"Just have a couple of kids like I've got with you two and you won't have any problems, honey," Jean advised. "But you'll have to share them with their horny grandmother."
Taking her mother at her word, Daisy sighed. "Sounds fantastic, Mom. We'll be quite a team."
"We already are," Jean said, gesturing for Daisy to get a grip on Buzz's squirming boner.
Then, as Daisy raised her brother's rigid cock at a right angle from his crotch, their mother lifted her shaved cunt to just beyond the throbbing cockhead. And down she plunged. Daisy's hand flew out of the way as Jean's pussy swallowed Buzz's ten-inch fucker.
"Now you go to work with your lovely mouth, darling," Jean urged her daughter.
Resting her head on the mattress, Daisy snaked her tongue into the crush of loins. First she lapped up under her brother's sweaty balls, hoisting them with her tongue to the base of his hilted cock before letting them drop. Then she licked her way up and around the fleshy rims of her mother's fucked cunt. When she reached the top, Jean's clit rigidly awaited her.
Climaxing from her daughter's tongue on her clit and her son's cock in her cunt, Jean cried: "God, what coming! And, God, what kids! I've got to be the luckiest mother in the world!"