Chapter 3
There was always something dreadful about facing Ann. Carol had to admit she liked what she and Ann eventually did. But she hated doing it all in front of the woman's pimply-faced kid, Albert. Recently, she had gone to an analyst, recommended by Ann, and had spoken at length with the woman. It had been a female analyst, naturally. She would never have had anything to do with a male analyst.
After only three sessions with the analyst, the woman had suggested that Carol had best stop living with Ann and find a healthy relationship with a male, in spite of the "horrible experience" she had undergone when she had been younger. In spite of what Carol believed, she was really heterosexual.
"I refuse to believe that," Carol replied.
Carol's experience had taken place seven years earlier, in her mid-teens. She had not thought of her parents as being out-of-the ordinary, though she had to admit in the last year, ever since she had developed, her stepfather, who had lived with her mother for as long as Carol had been able to remember, had been looking at her in a funny way.
One evening, she had come home from school late, and had put her books on the hall table in the small ranch house. Actually it was a living room table, because there was no real hall. As one entered the house, the living room was on the left, the hall closet was on the right.
After hanging up her coat in the hall closet, she had been about to walk straight ahead into the kitchen when she had heard smacking sounds off to her right, just past the hall closet. The sounds were coming from behind the partially closed door of the master bedroom.
Carol had no idea what the sounds might be, and at first was frightened enough to want to call the police. She was afraid someone had broken in and was hurting her mother and stepfather.
Carol moved closer to the bedroom door, listening, trying to decide what to do. Seeing the door more than a little ajar, she pushed it open and looked in.
Carol was unable to believe what she was seeing. It seemed like something out of a bad dream. There, lying on the bed, in an incredibly bound position, was her mother, totally naked. Her arms were free, dangling down on either side of the twin bed, but her legs had been yanked up over her head and her ankles had been tied to the headboard. All her weight was on her shoulders and back.
Carol saw her mother's buttocks and vagina were completely exposed since her ankles were tied wide apart. The woman, who was neither pretty nor ugly, looked extremely uncomfortable in that vulnerable position. Her stepfather was standing there, a flat leather belt in his hand, his arm back, ready to strike. He, too, was naked, a slightly paunchy, grizzle-faced man, about five-feet-eight-inches in height who always spoke in short grunts. He was covered with hair and looked like a gorilla.
Up until that moment, Carol had no idea her parents even indulged in sex, much less anything that kinky. In fact, she and some of her girlfriends would often joke about their various parents, trying decide which ones wanted nothing to do with sex, and Carol's parents invariably headed the list. Therefore this was quite a surprise for the young girl.
Carol's stepfather looked as if he was in a rape, and her mother's rounded, red asscheeks appeared to be paying for the man's anger. Each time the stout man whipped her buttocks, the helpless mousey woman on the bed would scream, and another large, flat red mark would adorn her buttocks.
All this time, Carol's stepfather had his back to her, but when he moved around to the other side of the bed to get a clear shot at her mother's right rump, she had a good look at the front of the pot-bellied man, At first, all she saw was a mountain of hair. He looked like something between the Abominable Snowman and Bigfoot. There was so much hair on him, it was impossible to see the flesh on his chest.
But what drew her eyes was his hard, red cock, standing stiff and straight at attention. It bobbed this way and that as he walked, but Carol had never imagined it would be so immense.
"I'm mad as hell at you, Velma," the hairy man was roaring. "All these years you made me think you liked what we were doing, and then I catch you doing freaky stuff with the guy down the block."
"Drop dead!" the mousey woman snapped at her husband. "It isn't my fault if you can't stand the truth."
"Why the hell didn't you tell me a long time ago? I woulda modified myself to suit you."
"You fat smuck! You thought I was attaining orgasms all the time. Hell, even I thought I was getting off. How the hell was I supposed to know I'd never really had any kind of climax until that time with Joe Collyer? Except for my first husband, who was worse than you, I'd never been to bed with any other man. Jesus! Twenty years of lousy fucking, and I'd never even known it."
"Oh, you're a real fucking bitch, aren't you," he bellowed at her, bringing the belt against her buttocks all the harder."
Then he started lashing away at the sides of her body, the belt reaching in and hitting the woman's breasts, as well. He reached out, grabbed a nipple, and started twisting, and that was when the woman began screaming all the louder. He grunted, and then laughed at her.
The woman tried clawing at him, but he moved back out of reach. All the time he was in a rage.
"Now I'm gonna do something to you you ain't had done by me before, you bitch!" he roared at his wife. "Tell me, did your new lover ever fuck you this way?"
He kneed his way onto the narrow bed, moving his jutting cock at the woman's helplessly puckered asshole. As he rubbed the head of his cock against the woman's anal opening, Carol saw her mother beginning to weep out loud. What her stepfather was doing was obviously abusive and humiliating. It was wrong!
The girl watched as her mother shrieked, and she began worrying that the neighbors might hear and call the police. Her father was also screaming aloud, cursing her mother, telling her what a hot-assed, fucking bitch she was, who didn't know a good cock when she had it, and was going to pay for going elsewhere.
He was pushing his cock into the woman's, asshole, and as Carol watched, she saw the organ sink all the way in. He began pumping back and forth, and each time the cock came out, it was just as clean as when it went in. It seemed to move easily enough, yet Carol was certain her mother must be feeling some kind of pain.
Her stepfather was justified in being mad at her mother for cheating on him. But it was obvious his real anger was not so much in her cheating as in discovering that she preferred her lover to him.
While the man continued fucking his wife's ass, his fingers reached out and poked themselves into her widespread cuntlips. He pushed his fingers in and out. At first, he was poking one finger into her. Then he poked a second finger into her. Soon he was working in three fingers. After a while it looked as if he was going to ram his whole fist into her mother's tiny little vagina. All the while, Carol saw her mother was reaching out and trying to scratch her father. Now and again she managed to cut his skin with a fingernail. But the man seemed to be ignoring what the woman was doing to her. In fact, he seemed to be loving it, and this seemed to be the reason why he hadn't bound her wrists to the bed, as well.
"I'm gonna make your cunt so wide, a Mack Truck'll drive right through it," he snorted. "Then no other cock'll fit in there."
Carpi was aware of how thick her stepfather's fist was, and she was only too aware of the fact that he really intended punching into the tiny little interstice between her mother's labia. She didn't dare allow this to happen, and so she stepped into the room, screaming, "No! You'll kill her! Don't do that!"
The two people on the bed whipped their heads around to look at her, both totally taken by surprise for an instant. Her stepfather tugged his hand away from her mother's cunt, and his bright eyes seemed to be glaring at her with unrestrained anger.
Perhaps the thing that confused Carol was the fact that her own mother seemed to be glaring at her with anger, too. She actually looked irritated that Carol interrupted what was happening.
That was when the horror began for Carol. Her stepfather pulled his cock from her mother's ass and leaped off the bed, coming for Carol.
Having no desire to face the man's wrath, the girl turned and ran from the room. But before she had gotten to the front door, her stepfather's heavy hand was gripping her arm and yanking her back.
Carol struggled, kicking, biting, scratching, but the gruff man appeared to be enjoying it all as he smacked her face, then threw her to the floor. He dragged her by her ankle back to the bedroom, then bent down, hoisted her, and threw her on the bed against her obscenely bound mother. He ripped at her clothing, tearing her blouse. She spat at him, kicked, struggled, and screamed, so he jammed a dirty hanky into her mouth. When she tried pulling it out, he gripped both her wrists, tugged them behind her back, and used her skirt-belt to tie them there. Then he pulled her shoes from her kicking feet, ripped off part of her nylon pantyhose, and tied the gag in place.
"You've been a nosy little bitch, Carol," he roared. "The time has come for an inquisitive little cunt like you to find out just what really goes on when a man's cock hangs out."
She was already half-naked. Her blouse was wide open, her skirt loose and falling down around her ankles. Her bra was still on. Her stepfather didn't bother removing it. He merely pulled her breasts out and left the bra on, beneath. The remnant of her pantyhose, and her panties were still covering her lower parts, but not for long. The man ripped them to shreds as he pulled everything from her body.
"Well, Velma," he laughed. "You got yourself one hot little cunt for a daughter. I'm gonna give her the benefit of her stepdaddy's cock, and well see if she thinks I'm as lousy a lay as you seem to think. "Y'know, it's one thing when y'fooled around with that Joe, but I found out about that dyke, Louise, too. You tike pussy as much as most men. Well that's good, that's real good."
"Will, you leave Carol the hell alone. What'd you think you're doing with her? She never did anything to you. You want to take your anger out on me, that's one thing, but leave the girl alone," the mother cried.
"Shit no! You went out and got yourself another guy, didn't you, so I'm gonna get me another broad. The only difference is, I don't have to go out and look for one. We have one right here. I got me another cunt right here on the bed, and I'm gonna use it."
Carol gasped, unable to believe her stepfather was planning this dreadful rape. She had never felt anything one way or the other where he was concerned, and though he had been looking at her kind of funny of late, she hadn't given it much thought.
He hoisted Carol up, then rammed her down so that her face was over her mother's, and their breasts were pressing one against the other after he had unbound his wife's legs from the headboard and had tied them, wide apart, to the foot of the bed. He pressed on Carol's ass so that her vagina was rubbing against that of her mother.
"You like playing with broads, Velma," the man grunted. "Well, I'm gonna letcha play with my new broad, for a while. Maybe she has the same dyke tendencies you got. So come on, you two cunts, start kissing."
Carol stared into her mother's wide eyes and saw the woman was just as frightened as she. Neither of them knew what to do, and both were totally helpless.
Then she saw her stepfather moving from the corner of her eye. He had his flat, leather belt in his hand, and he proceeded to bring it down on Carol's buttocks, and she tried screaming through the gag.
"Hey now, we can't hear no screams," the stepfather laughed. He untied the stocking remnant from around her face, then pulled the filthy handkerchief from her mouth and dropped it on the floor. Carol began sobbing out loud.
He lashed between their legs, the belt hitting Carol's ass and vagina at the same time, and flicking against her mother's vagina, as well. This made both women jump, but they were unable to move, the mother's ankles being bound to the bed, and Carol's arms being tied behind her back. The mother surrounded Carol and held her tight, and when Carol tried shutting her thighs, her brutal stepfather beat her back, yelling, "Get those legs open, bitch!"
He began lashing them in regular cadence, and their bodies began rubbing against one another, the friction of one clitoris massaging the next. Large red bruises began to appear on Carol's back, as well as on the outer lips and inner thighs on her mother's fulcrum. Both females gasped aloud as the man kept beating them, snarling, "Kiss, you fucking dykes, kiss! Come on, let's see some action here!"
Sobbing, the mousey older woman lifted her face and began kissing her daughter on the lips. Carol was startled, tasting the salt of their tears in the kiss, and she gasped, aware of her mother's tongue flicking itself into her mouth. She didn't like it, she didn't like it at all. What turned her off for the most part was the fact that it was her mother. She tried turning her head away, but each time she turned her face to the side, her stepfather's belt landed on her shoulder, almost touching her cheek. She feared he might accidentally hit her in the eye.
Then the lashing stopped. She felt more weight on the bed as her stepfather kneed his way on behind her. She gasped as she felt his penile head rubbing against her vaginal lips. Oh God! Aside from the additional pain she knew she would feel, this was totally degrading.
She started to cry. Her mother whispered, "You should not have interfered, Carol. Now you'll have to do as Will says or he'll whale the tar out of both of us. He can be meaner than hell."
"You're a stupid little bitch, Carol, but a pretty one," her stepfather grunted. "Now you do like yer ma says, and well get along just fine. Just keep them there legs spread wide apart, and don't you fight me."
She gasped, as he pressed the thick head of his cock between her labia. Little by little he was pushing it into the tiny little entry of her vagina.
"It huuuuurrrrrtttts!" she wailed.
"Yeah, well it's gotta hurt the first time," the man grunted. "Jus' think of it as me doin' you some kinda favor. This way, the next time you get laid, you won't feel no pain, and you won't have to hate the guy fucking you like you must hate me now. Yeah, someday you'll see, I'm doing you a big favor."
Little by little he forced the thick branch of his cock deeper. Her inner walls were stretching, and the agony was becoming too much. But when she opened her mouth to scream, she felt her mother's mouth kissing hers, absorbing the shouts, sucking on her tongue as if trying to tell her to shut up, for heaven's sake.
The cock pressed against something very delicate inside her, and the agony increased tenfold as he continued pushing, tearing through her hymen.
"Gggwwwwaggmmmmhhhhh!" she gagged into her mother's mouth as torment ripped through every nerve-ending in her shuddering form.
With a single final lunge, the man's thick cock rammed itself all the way in, stretching her narrow, virginal walls as never before. Never before had she felt such overwhelming torture. She wanted to cry out to her stepfather to stop, but her mother's eager kisses gagged her and she was unable to do so.
"Your daughter's the same kind of bitch as you, Velma," the man grunted out loud. "She deserves the full extent of my cock. I might keep her here until she learns to love this cock. Hell! If I want, I'll have her on her knees, slobbering all over it. I'll bet she'd be a better cocksucker than you."
The agony was slowly beginning to abate as the man mercilessly moved his flaming poker in and out of her teeming terebration, pumping violently so that little by little her interior was beginning to get moist from the oils within. It was already moist, to some extent, wetted down by her blood when he had broken her virginal membrane. But now the fluid inside her was more slippery, and though her walls were still unused to the prod working through it, the fluid caused the pain to change to discomfort.
Her stepfather gripped her hips and he began pulling her back as he continued stroking his mighty plunger into her helpless depths. Each time he slammed forward, he tugged her back the littlest bit, and soon she found her face was against the small balloon of her mother's soft, floppy breasts.
"Now, start suckin' the old bitch's tits," he roared. "Come on, seein' the way they sag, I'll bet yer mother used her tits to breastfeed you, anyway. So start suckin' again, and make it a nice, loud, slurping sound."
Carol was unable to believe what she was hearing. This man who had married her mother had to be the single most gross animal in existence. But what made it even worse was the fact that staring at her mother's breasts, she saw the nipples so thick and huge and stiff. The mere suggestion that she do this was affecting her mother perversely. By the expression on the older woman's face it was obvious her mother was looking forward to her doing what her stepfather had ordered. The woman was actually beginning to smile. It was as if she felt a great burden being lifted from her; the humiliation previously being suffered had now been passed along to Carol. The mere idea that her daughter was now shouldering what she felt to be a twenty-year-old burden eased the previous torment she had been feeling. In fact, she began moaning, and it wasn't with pain.
"Come, come, darling, come and suck my nipples. Pull the milk from my breasts the way you did when you were a baby. You were such a hungry little thing, and you had such a strong mouth. I used to have little orgasms just from the way you sucked my breasts."
Before Carol had an opportunity to respond, she felt her stepfather clutch her by the hair of her head, ramming her mouth firmly against the upthrust right nipple on her mother's chest. The sagging mound of white flesh surrounded her nose and mouth, cutting off her breathing.
Her mouth opened unwillingly, if only to breathe, and the thick nipple suddenly slid between her lips. Oh God! This was monstrous! She began sucking, sucking hard, sucking heavily, hating it.
Years later she would attribute her latent lesbianism to this more than anything else. Yet at the time she detested all this. Her detestation stemmed from the fact that this was her mother with whom she was being forced to do these terrible things. Had it been any other woman she would have closed her mind to it and tolerated it, and afterward might even have forgotten about it. But this was her mother, and she was being made to perform abberative acts with the woman, who in turn, actually seemed anxious to do these things.
All the while, her stepfather continued stroking into the widening delta of her womanly breach. The friction was causing a mixture of sensations in her body. Pain was slowly diminishing, and in its place there was something else, something she was trying to reject, but it was getting stronger and stronger until it began flooding her body. She was feeling a sense of pleasure she had never before dreamed existed. This pleasure was being brought on by the hated delving of this vile man's cock into her helpless vaginal valley. The fact that he was behind her, and she was unable to see him, took away from the villainousness of all this, and allowed her inner feelings to continue enlarging.
He had her knees beneath her for a moment, grabbing pillows from under mother's head, leaning against her asscheeks, then lifting her mother's ass all the higher and propping all three pillows her mother used to sleep with, beneath her buttocks. Then he forced Carol's knees out from under her again, slamming her clitoris against that of her mother's upraised pussy, while he lay on her and continued violently fucking his hard cock in and out of her seething inner chamber. Now he slammed his cock into her with all his might, enhancing the lustful thrills she knew she ought not to be feeling. The desire to feel more continued swelling through her, and even while lying flatly against her mother, she responded to her stepfather's fucking thrusts by humping her ass upward each time he plunged into her seething hotbox from the rear. What enhanced it even more was the fact that her mother had lifted a knee against her groin, pressing it against her clitoris. This built the intensified desire even higher.
The man had a firm grip on her hair, and he moved her mouth from one breast to the other, making sure she sucked long and loud on each nipple, enjoying the groans and sighs coming from the older woman.
"Well this is one time you can't say you're not comin' off," he snapped at his wife. "I'll bet this is the best fuck all three of us ever had. Shit! It has to be Carol's best fuck. To date, it's her first fuck! I popped her cherry goin' in."
Carol's face was stinging from the way her stepfather kept ramming it against her mother's breasts, but it didn't stop her from continuing to hump her ass up and down. Soon she began feeling the way her stepfather's cock was pulsating inside her as it swelled even more. She knew what was going to happen, and a mingling of thoughts ran through her quivering mind. First, she was terrified he would come too quickly, before she was able to achieve any kind of satisfaction. Then she was afraid he would make her pregnant. Not that he would give a damn. He would send her to one of those free-abortion clinics, if necessary.
He pumped faster now, and her mother's knee rubbed all the more solidly against her clitoris. She was about to achieve her first orgasm. Oh God!
She gagged with her mother's breast jammed all the way to her throat as she came, her hot oils splashing out all over her stepfather's balls.
Then she felt the hot syrup of his sperm as he fired into her vagina. The wash of hot fluid was a balm against whatever remaining pain she felt, but the fear of pregnancy made her shudder and took the edge off her own orgasm.
"You like it!" the man roared, feeling the way her cunt squeezed around his exploding cock. "Yeah, you like it, I can tell. You're gettin' off, which is more'n your mother ever did."
He reached under her body and grabbed for her breasts with both hands on either side of her. He cupped the large swells of her breasts, muttering something about them being firmer and bigger than her mother's, and then his fingers searched for, and finally found her nipples. He began pinching them. The pain stimulated her, further.
She felt his cock go limp, and it finally slipped out of her cunt. The girl inwardly sighed with relief, thinking it was all over. But she was wrong.
The man finally pulled her back, but kept her arms bound behind her. He had her kneel above her mother's vagina, facing toward the woman's bound ankles. She remained upright, keeping her weight on her knees, and as a result her dripping cunt hovered almost a foot over her mother's head. Carol had no idea what her stepfather had in mind.
"Now you're gonna feel how good it is to have a tongue in your pussy while your ma eats out my come," he laughed.
Carol remained frozen, on her knees, staring at the ankles of the older woman, seeing the ropes cutting into them. She kept her cunt high above her mother's face, until her stepfather walked over and pressed down on her shoulders, forcing her to scrunch her pussy solidly on her mother's mouth. She heard the woman gagging, below.
"Come on, Velma," he roared, laughing. "You love the taste of a good cunt, so start sucking. After all, this is your daughter's cunt, her virgin, bleeding cunt, filled with a nice fresh load of creamy sperm."
It was when her mother's tongue flicked against her clitoris that Carol lost whatever sense of shame she ought to have had. The pressure of the warm, wet tongue was so good, it occurred to her that perhaps she was a lesbian. Not once did she thick that a man's tongue might have felt even better. She did feel as if the humiliation she had been made to suffer for her mother was not being passed back to the older woman. It was back where it belonged, and some of the burden of guilt was lifted. As a result, she was able to enjoy the licking of her cunt more than she might have, and so began believing she had lesbian tendencies.
Carol gasped as her mother's tongue delved into her cuntal cupola and pulled out the white, frothy sperm her stepfather had deposited in there. It felt, to the girl, as if her mother's tongue was almost as long as Will's cock. Then the older woman was pursing her lips at the daughter's teeming little vaginal perforation, and Carol all but shrieked out her pleasure as she felt the suction. The tongue started moving across her clitoris again, and the girl bucked back and forth.
Suddenly she felt a hard crack across her face, and her stepfather was roaring at her, "What the fuck's the matter with you? Shit! You're really diggin' this! You're gettin' off on it!"
"No, please," she gasped.
"Don't hand me a load of shit, honey," he snapped. "You really dig this. I dunno if it's 'cause you dig bein' forced to do this yourself, or if you're like your ma and love havin' a woman lick your cunt, or if y'just like to see your ma bein' humiliated. I think there's only one way to find out. Let's see if you dig a little abuse yourself, you stupid little twat."