Chapter 7
Together Paco and his sister had no difficulty moving both Sandy and the table she was tied to. She was crying softly, insistently, heartbrokenly.
Leaving her to her grief, the two came back and dragged the mattress toward the center of the floor. It was thicker than the pallet where Sandy had sucked Roger's cock the night before. Hank
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had slept there.
"You sure must have liked the show, big fucker," Carmen said nastily as she and her brother undid the ropes that fixed Roger to the post.
Unable to speak, Roger shook his head violently. "Don't lie to me," Carmen said as they steered the prisoner towards the mattress. "Your great big old cock gives you away."
With a rough shove they pushed Roger onto his back on the mattress. As Carmen had said, his prick betrayed him. It stuck straight up from his crotch like a meaty telephone pole. It wasn't completely erect, but it was easy to tell that Roger had been turned on in spite of himself by watching his baby sister get raped by a dog.
His mother did not seem to have been affected the same way. She offered no resistance when the pair untied her from the stanchion and lashed her wrists together at the small of her back. They led her to the mattress where her son lay. She went along as though in a trance.
Paco and Carmen made Janice stand straddling Roger's groin. His cock was like an arrow, pointing straight at the slightly parted lips of his mother's pussy, which was barely visible within the curly thatch of her bush. The head of Roger's cock seemed to glow with heat.
Roger looked up at his mother's hair-shrouded face. She wouldn't look up or meet his eyes. "I won't do it, mother," he said softly. "They can't make me ... do anything to you."
Carmen laughed loudly. "That's easy for you to say, lover boy," she sneered, "but try telling it to your horny old prick!"
"Hurry up," Hank called hoarsely. "Get her stuck on sonny boy's cock and then get over here and fuck me, you big-assed greaser bitch."
"Your wish is my command, oh master!" Carmen laughed, shooting an avid glance at his rampant prick. Then she and her brother put their hands on Janice's shoulders and began to press her down.
She stiffened then, as if to resist. Paco kicked the inside of her right knee, and that leg buckled. Carmen did the same to her other leg, and Janice sat down suddenly.
"Oof!" Roger gasped. The tip of his prick stabbed into his mother's cunt. She moaned. His fiery cockhead had poked the button of her clitoris. "No," Roger said. "No, don't-"
Without paying any attention to him, they lifted Janice up and sat her down again. This time they forced her pussy lips right on the point of her son's prick. The lips parted effortlessly and his cock slid in.
The swollen, flaring head at the end of Roger's cock-shaft went past the pink-walled vestibule of his mother's cunt and continued into her pussy tunnel. "Oh," Janice said, breaking the silence she'd kept since the dog had begun to screw her daughter. "Oh. It hurts."
"It won't for long," Carmen told her. "After a few strokes of your son's big dick, it'll be slick as a greased pig. Your pussy will feel like its struck oil, it'll be so wet!"
They continued to press downwards on the woman's shoulders. Her rump continued to come nearer to her son's crotch. The snowy, pillow like buttcheeks were forced wider and wider apart as the tremendous girth of Roger's cock slipped into her cunt.
"Ouch," Janice said. "Oo-ahhhhhh!" Then she was down all the way, sitting with her ass pressed into the tops of Roger's thighs. The tip of the massive prick poked into her womb.
Her son's prick was huge. It wasn't as large as his father's, but it was still large enough to make it feel as if a log had been crammed into Janice's unlubricated pussy. But, over the pain of the ungreased penetration, Janice could feel the first tinglings of lust.
"Hell, she's like a zombie," Hank said disgustedly. "Show her how!" He was impatient. He had only so much film, and the camera was running. Also, it felt as if his prick was about to explode with the need to plunge into something warm, wet, and feminine-like Carmen's cunt!
Taking Janice under the arms, Paco and his sister pulled the older woman up. Roger's cock seemed to grate her cunt membranes as it came out. Her ass-muscles contracted with agony. Roger gasped and his butt jumped up slightly as the involuntary contraction squeezed his half-buried cock.
Hank's accomplices lifted Janice till just the head of her son's cock remained between the lips of her pussy. Then they simply let her go.
She slid down the length of stiff cock like a fireman down a greased pole. Roger cried out again and shoved up his hips to meet her descending crotch.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed as her butt bounced off his legs. He let his own ass sink back to the mattress. The weight of his mother's body pushed it deeply into the cushion.
Her unoiled pussy gripped Roger's cock like a hand. Lust surged up inside his belly uncontrol-lably. "Oh no," he muttered. "Oh, I'm-sorry. Can't help it! I've ... got ... to . . . fuck ... you!"
His hips shot up as though spring loaded. Janice went up into the air, propelled by the power of her son's muscles. Her cunt mouth slid up his cock.
Roger dropped back to the mattress. Her maddeningly tight cunt swallowed his cock again. His breath came out in a whoosh as his mother's full weight hit him.
Something cool and wet trickled into the hair surrounding the base of his cock. Janice moaned low in her throat and shifted her hips. The motion sent bright lances of pleasure into her son's brain. The muscles beneath the smooth brown skin of Janice's thighs contracted. The pressure of her buttocks went off his legs and air washed over the soaking base of Roger's cock. The wet ring of flesh climbed up Roger's prick, poised above him for a minute. Roger's fevered eyes devoured the spectacle of splayed pussy lips greedily wrapped around the head of his cock, and then his mother sat on his cock.
Two throats let go a moan of animalistic pleasure as Roger's prick once again filled Janice's pussy. "See?" Carmen said. "I told you you'd start to like it."
"Shut up and get over here," Hank ordered gruffly. "Paco can take over the camera. I need to get fucked!"
With a lewd giggle Carmen danced to Hank's side and curled her fingers around his turgid prick. The girl's hand was too small to encircle Hank's cock completely. Hank gave the video unit to her brother and grabbed her by the shoulders. She raised her mouth to his and their tongues wrestled together in a fervid embrace.
Janice was fucking her son with all the wanton abandon the maid Carmen had shown the afternoon before, when Roger had come up behind her in the rec room. "That's right, darling," she purred as Roger drove his cock up into her. Her hips swirled her cunt around his plunging, raging cock. "Let me have that giant cock of yours. Give it to me, right up to the tonsils!"
It was no wonder that, once the sweet friction of her son's thick prick had roused her passions and overcome her own revulsion and shame, Janice Morrison was giving her son's cock the riding of its life. She was fucking the boy as energetically as anyone ever had, with a maddening erotic skill that made the best the black-haired, big-assed Carmen had to offer seem like the fumbling efforts of a senile spinster. And he was responding in kind, fucking his mother with the vigor of youth and all the power of his fit teenaged body!
At the edge of the cleared space, Hank Scovill and the maid Carmen had given in to the fiery lust brought on by the spectacle of Roger screwing his mother. The black-haired Chicana had dropped to her knees to suck several pulsing inches of the big man's massive red cock into her mouth. When the ballooning purple cockhead was slick and shiny with her spit, Carmen had gotten to her feet.
"Oh, fuck me now, big man!" she'd pleaded in a voice thick with the desire for cock. "Fuck me full of your giant prick! I've got to have it in my pussy!"
With a growl of animal passion, Hank had grabbed the moaning slut under the armpits, lifting her in the air. Carmen had gasped in surprise and then realized what the red-haired giant had in mind. She spread her juicy thighs and wrapped them around his middle. Then she threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy as Hank rammed her down onto the stiff length of his prick.
With unerring accuracy the wedge-shaped cockhead speared between the gaping, slavering cuntlips. A hot trickle of pussy oils ran down the pole of cock, followed immediately by the sucking cunt-mouth between Carmen's legs as her weight impaled her on the hairy prick. "Uggh!" Hank grunted. "God, that's good. Roll your little butt, baby. My dick's ready and rarin' to go!"
Almost sobbing with pleasure, Carmen obeyed. Janice Morrison's butt was rising and falling like clockwork now as she frantically fucked herself on her son's rampant cock. She had fallen forward onto his broad strong chest and lay there now, her pillowy boobs crushed against his pectoral muscles, her nipples seeming to bore holes in his skin. Her hands were still trapped behind her back by the tightly-tied cords, but she was oblivious of them. All that existed for her was her drooling cunt and the massive prick sliding in and out of it with such sweet, illicit abandon.
"So good! So.. . unnnghh! ... fucking good!" Roger groaned.
"Just keep it up, baby!" Janice crooned. Her ass went up in the air and bobbed quickly back and forth. It made her pussy seem to nip and suck at her son's entrapped cock. The youth gasped in pleasure.
His taut asscheeks drove up off the pallet again, stuffing his prick balls-deep in the seething cunt channel from which he himself had sprung eighteen years before. When he pulled his cock out of his mother's twat with a thick sucking sound, his weight came down on his own hands, tied beneath him. It put a strain on his arms, threatening to pull them from their sockets, but he was as unheeding as his mother was of her bonds.
All that mattered was fucking her tight, wet, forbidden pussy!
Licking his thin lips, Paco moved the camera around to focus on the greedy cunt mouth swallowing and disgorging the fat, throbbing, pale prick. To the left Carmen and Hank were putting almost as good a show on. Carmen writhed in the man's strong arms and devoured his huge prick with her skillful cunt. They were growling like rutting beasts now, and Hank's grasping hands left red marks where they roughly bruised the girl's tender flesh.
Behind, Paco could hear the low sobbing of poor, violated Sandy. He knew the dog's come must seem to be eating at her cunt like acid. Knew what an agony of self-disgust she was living through. And all her mother and brother could think about was fucking the daylights out of each other, in defiance of every taboo, every moral standard they had ever been taught!
"Keep it up! Keep fucking me, Roger darling!" screamed Janice. "You've got me hot-soooo hot! I'm about to come. Hurry, let my pussy drink your come!"
"C-coming, mother!" Roger grunted.
The woman's ivory buttocks were at the top of their arc with just the tip of the boy's enormous cock trapped between her pink-upped cunt. The thick cord on the bottom of Roger's cock gave a clearly visible pulse as his balls spat the first wad of come into Janice's pussy. "God!" she screamed. "Forgive me, Philip-I'm COMMMIIINNNGGG!"
As the sound of Roger's orgasmic grunting mingled with his mother's joyous cries, Paco closed in with the camera. Janice's cunt sucked noisily on the fountaining cock, and then a froth of white come bubbled out around the girth of the prick. Onto the film went the image of the bubbling jism drooling down the throbbing length of prick, soaking the thick, curly hair at its base.
To one side, Hank's muscle-corded arms rammed Carmen brutally down on his own massive, straining prick.
"Oh!" the girl grunted. "My God, you're filling me up!"
"Shut up and roll your ass, slut!" Scovill grunted.
His huge, bearlike hands kneaded the girl's buttocks like pliant bread dough. He moaned with almost bestial lust at the feeling of her rubbery twat slipping and sliding around his outsized cock.
"Fuck me, you big stud! Stuff that fat cock up my pussy and tear me apart!" the Chicana wailed.
Her boobs rolled around like fleshy white melons on his chest. The nipples were like marbles, hard and round. Hank's fingers made furrows in Carmen's asscheeks as he hauled her up away from the concrete floor. She sighed and bit the base of his neck as he held her, poised with the lips of her juicy pussy wrapped around the swollen head of his mighty prick. Then he simply let her go.
With a loud smack Carmen's cunt slid back down his cock. The powerful prick actually supported her weight for an instant before it began to bend.
Scovill grabbed the girl's butt again and ground her cunt hard against his crotch, driving into her with his cock at the same time.
"AIIIIEEEE!" she shrieked, and came.
Like a velvet-lined trap, the entire squirming length of Carmen's well-greased pussy channel clamped on Hank's cock. In response it shot a fiery blast of come all the way to her womb.
"Hot damn," murmured Hank as the backwash of jism soaked his balls. "I'm coming too!"
On the floor nearby, Roger's cock was giving a few final pulses inside his mother's oozing pussy. He had long since exhausted the supply of sperm stored in his hairy ball-sac, and it now lay in a thick, congealing white pool around the base of his cock. Janice's pussy was still pulsing open and shut in one never-ending climax. Her face was buried in her son's neck, and her whole body shook as she wept with forbidden passion.
"So sweet!" she sobbed. "Your come is so sweet in my pussy. Oh, Roger, Roger, Roger!"
Roger's ass was still moving on the yielding mattress. "Sweet Jesus!" he breathed as the waves of orgasm ebbed from his strong young body. "That was real good-really fine!"
Then what he had done struck him with its full impact. He had just fucked his mother! And they had both come!
It must have struck Janice at the same moment, for at once she caught her breath, and when she breathed again she was crying in a different tone from her sobs of passion. Guilt and shame and degradation flowed over her in a hot rush.
With a satisfied sigh, Hank let Carmen slide toward the floor. His deflating cock slipped from her damp pussy with a slurp, and then her well-cushioned ass thudded onto the concrete. She leaned forward and instantly began to lap at the gooey mess in Hank's crotch.
"Ah, yes," he muttered as her tongue caressed his cock. "That's right, baby! Suck my hairy balls into your mouth. God, your lips feel great!"
He opened his eyes and seemed to notice his ex-wife and son for the first time. Paco was just stepping back, checking the load of his camera. Janice lay limply across her son's body with his semi-rigid cock lying dormant within her pussy. She was sobbing heartbrokenly, her shoulders shaking with passion of a different kind from what had possessed her but a few seconds earlier.
"Well, it seems like our little motherfucker has gotten his rocks off at last," Hank chuckled. Roger stiffened. "Carmen, honey, that's real good, but how does your cunt feel right about now?"
The brunette looked up at him, licking. full red lips. "Well, it's pretty damn messy at the moment."
"Tsk, tsk," Hank said, shaking his head. "Why don't we just do something about that?"
Carmen cocked her head in incomprehension. A lock of ebony hair fell over her shoulder.
"Go on over and ask Janice if she'll clean it out for you," Hank said, pointing at the woman's naked and bound form. "Give her lips and tongue a little workout, huh? She always used to like to, uh, eat out often."
With a wicked grin Carmen sprang to her feet. She padded over to the mattress. Janice hadn't heard Hank's coarse suggestion, but her son had. He glared up at the black-haired girl with hatred in her eyes.
Carmen ignored him. Tits swaying, she bent down and grabbed a handful of Janice's chestnut-colored hair. She dragged the woman's head back.
"Hey, baby," she said, "I hate to disturb you, but my pussy seems to have gotten all dirty. I need you to sort of clean it out for me."
Janice gazed at her blankly. Carmen twisted her hair savagely. "Roll over!" she commanded. "And clean out my cunt with your tongue!"
This penetrated through Janice's fog of misery. She shook her head violently. "No," she said. "No!"
Hank Scovill laughed. "You got film enough in that thing?" he asked Paco. "I don't want old Mr. Morrison to miss his dear wife's first lesson in cunt-lapping!"
The lanky Chicano grinned and gave him a thumbs-up sign.
With a savage jerk, Carmen pulled Janice over on her back. Roger's cock slid from her pussy. His eyes blazed with rage, but he could do nothing.
Laughing, Carmen straddled Janice's upturned face. "Ready?" she asked. Janice's hair flew as she shook her head.
The Cicana shifted her grip, taking hold of Janice's hair on either side of her head. "Don't fight so, boss lady-former boss lady," she advised. "This won't hurt a bit. And I've got a real tasty pussy. Try it-you'll like it!"
"Don't!" Janice begged.
Carmen began to squat. Her pussy opened up like a scarlet flower. White come oozed from the opening of the cunt. It reeked of raw, aroused pussy, and from the shiny sparkle in the middle of the gaping gash, it was apparent that Carmen's juices of lust were starting to flow once more in her twat.
"Please, don't," Janice said again. "I can't do it-really, I won't be any good. I've never-mmmmppphhh!"
Her words were muffled by the sudden pressure of Carmen's cunt, pressed over her open mouth in a wet, juicy kiss.
"Ahhhhhhh! Yes, that's right!" Carmen cried. "Toss your head around, you arrogant bitch. It just makes my sloppy cunt feel that much better!"
Carmen rolled her hips. Her cunt smeared its own sauces and the remnants of Hank's orgasm all over Janice's unwilling mouth. Janice's back arched and her ass came off the mattress as she tried to fight free of the enfolding, rank-smelling, come-filled pussy pressed over her upturned face.
Her mouth was open and crammed full of cunt-lips. She could feel the sticky jism dribbling down her throat. Her tongue curled, shying away from the overpowering aroma of cunt. God, it was disgusting! She'd never been one of those women who was totally repelled by the sight-to say nothing of the smell-of their own cunts. But she had never had any desire to have her face thrust forcibly into the mess of a black-haired harlot's gooey, reeking, slithering pussy!
"Tongue me!" Carmen commanded.
Janice lay perfectly still. She realized now that any motion of her head would send little hot knives of pleasure stabbing into her tormentor's pussy. She would not give the brunette any satisfaction at all, if she could help it!
"Tongue me out, goddamn you!" Carmen snarled. "Do it! Damn you, when I tell you to do something, you fucking better do it!"
With a long-nailed hand, she reached behind her. Janice gasped right into Carmen's splayed pussy as Carmen took the tip of one big boob in her fingers and twisted it cruelly. Janice's emerald eyes shot open.
"You better tongue me good," Carmen threaten-ed, "or I'll hurt you some more, baby."
Janice shuddered. Her whole being recoiled with revulsion-at the act that was being required of her, it was true, but more from the thought of giving this evil female the incredible, intimate pleasure she would get by having her cunt licked and sucked-and the greater, darker delight Carmen would get from having so completely dominated her former employer!
An increase in pressure on her tit reminded her what would happen if she refused to cooperate. The sensitive nerve-endings of her ample jugs could supply her with almost unbearable pleasure under proper stimulation. Or they could give Janice unbearable pain.
Slowly, Janice's tongue crept out. It slid over her teeth, and Carmen's body shook with joy as it dipped into the dank recesses of her cunt.
"Nice," Carmen purred. "Very nice." But she didn't let go of the tall, lovely woman's boob. Paco's camera was whirring steadily.
A hot rush of aromatic cunt oils filled Janice's mouth as her probing tongue excited Carmen's pussy. What's happening to us? she thought. How can we be reduced to this, copulating like animals for the filthy satisfaction it gives our captors-knowing that our every submission, our every degradation, will be recorded on film for our loved one to see?
Fear.
That was the answer to the question. Fear. And pain. The slender fingers that now held her nipple were reminders of that. If she resisted, if Roger or Sandy refused to give in to the slightest whim of Janice's ex-husband or his insane accomplices, they would suffer incredible agonies.
She gagged. Carmen's cunt-lips seemed to be pulsing. Then Janice's tongue was trapped by the well-trained muscles of Carmen's pussy channel, literally sucked up into the Chicana's writhing body.
"That's right-suck me good!" Carmen groaned, throwing her head back. "Suck my pussy! Stick your tongue up it! I'm about ready to come!"
Revolted, Janice froze. Her brain reeled. Her nostrils were clogged with a sickening smell. She was choking on the flood of acrid fluid from Carmen's lusting pussy. She could not do it. She could not bring another woman off by eating her cunt.
Carmen looked down at her, face twisted with sudden anger. Then her expression softened, flowed into an incredibly evil smile.
"You don't like the idea of little Carmen coming all over your face, boss lady?" she asked. "Well, my pussy is plopped down on your mouth, and that's where it's going to stay-until you make me come!" She saw understanding in her captive's haunted green eyes.
For a moment, Janice stared up at the wickedly beautiful girl who sat straddling her face. Then she closed her eyes and began to eat cunt. She ate with a singlemindedness and devotion that would have done credit to a religious fanatic. She ate with all the skill a long life of fucking had given her, with the knowledge and intuition she had as a woman of what could make a needy cunt sing with pleasure. Her hands were still tied behind her, digging into the muscles of her lower back and making her shoulders cramp, but with her lips and tongue and teeth she more than made up for the lack of her hands.
Like a rigid prick, Janice's tongue fucked into the depths of Carmen's cunt. Then it came out to stab at the inflated clit at the top of the gash. It scoured around and around between inner and outer pussy lips, scooping up the last gobbets of Hank's come in the process. Then Janice sucked the frilly curtains of lacy flesh that fringed Carmen's hungry pussy into her mouth, scraping the sensitive cunt flaps with her teeth.
Carmen thrashed like a wild woman. Her tits swung abandonedly, her nipples jutting hard and firm. Her asscheeks churned and worked together as she squirmed her freely flowing pussy around and around on that torturing, tingling, fantastic mouth.
Janice Morrison was calling the shots now. She was in command, and the lovely black-haired wanton cried and screamed and begged to the tune Janice's mouth was playing in her cunt.
"Oh!" the Chicana cried. "Do it! Yes! Suck, suck, eat my pussy all up!"
Eyes closed, mind shut against what she was being forced to do, Janice ate her pussy like a feeding lion. Licked and sucked and chewed until Carmen crushed her own tits in her hands and shrieked in wordless ecstasy.
"Aiiiiii-YAHHHHH!" she howled as she cli-maxed. Then she collapsed limply and rolled, panting, off her victim's face.
Janice took in huge breaths of cool air, free at last of the overwhelming smell of Carmen's cunt. Her lithe body was sheened all over with perspiration. Her wrists ached from the ropes that tied them. I've done it, she thought. I've performed a lesbian act. I have brought a woman off by eating her pussy! Nauseated, she rolled onto her side and began retching.
"That's a take!" Hank roared with a laugh.