According to more and more sociologists, psychologists, and even moralists, whatever takes place between two consenting adults in private, is their own business. This, in itself, is a tremendous moral step forward, since less than five years ago there were people yelling about the taboo of doing this or that, insisting it was not only immoral, but illegal, since there are many antiquated laws still on the books that have not been repealed.
But what about what happens between three consenting adults, or four, or more? What if one is not an adult, but a consenting child? This is not to say this book condones the behavior of the peoples of Sodom and Gomorrah. But throughout the United States there are many different moral beliefs, and this book shows what happens when an uneducated group of people makes prey of a helpless, educated family, imposing their own moralistic structure on this family, and eventually forcing them to like it.
There is a happy medium somewhere between the two different sets of beliefs of the two different social cultures. But sexually-educated people are few and far-between, and as a result, when the uptight family becomes ensnared by the beliefs of the others, they tend to become at least as open-minded as if not more so than their hedonistic captors. And so we go from an overly-moral society to a group now excessively indulgent.
Proper laws and a proper sex education for adults as well as minors is the only answer. And it is hoped the people who run this country can gain some foresight in that direction.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The day was an unusually warm one for early April. But as far as Brenda Dale was concerned it was still too cold. She wished her parents didn't have this hang-up for Winter camping. Getting in the car and driving to some godforsaken island was hardly her idea of having a good time. Her father was certain the ice on the lake was thick and would hold the car, and he was right. He was always right. Imagine finding a lake in this hilly country. But her father had found it. He was always good at finding things like this.
Brenda sighed and walked around to keep herself warm while her parents put the finishing touches on the large snowman they'd built. Her feet killed her from all the exploring they'd done once they'd gotten to the island. She wished she could sit down, but there really wasn't anywhere to sit other than in the car. For some reason her parents had forbidden her to go there. It wasn't sporting.
Phooey! the twelve year old girl thought, kicking at a small pile of snow. She was standing in a small clearing where her father had built a small bonfire over which to cook supper.
The sun was starting to hang in the west, and in another hour it would be gone. Now it would really start to get chilly.
She pulled her green parka tightly around her, hugging herself. For a twelve year old she was very well developed. Her face wasn't really pretty, but it was developing a panther-like attractiveness to it. She had high cheekbones, courtesy of her mother, and a thin nose she thought to be too long. Her eyes had a catlike shape to them with an almost-Oriental cast. But it was her large, pillowy lower lip that kept the eyes of men and boys riveted to her face. Her brown hair was long and flowing, and when a breeze blew it flew out behind her like a proud banner.
Beneath her parka was a remarkably large pair of tits considering she was only twelve. She already filled a B cup to overflowing, and she had to wear a size thirty six though there wasn't an ounce of fat on her young body. Her waist was a mere twenty inches around, and though her hips were only first starting to develop, their roundness was more than a little apparent.
Brenda liked boys. Back home, boys were always coming to her house, hanging around and keeping her company. There were always a lot of boys, so her parents never worried about anything indecent happening. Besides, they had brought their Brenda up properly. She would never do anything to embarrass or disgrace them.
Although curious about lovemaking, Brenda didn't feel any great heat building in her body. True, she had a certain amount of curiosity, but she contained it. There were nights when she could hear her parents moaning and sighing behind the closed door in their bedroom, and she wondered just what it was that affected them so. More than once she'd heard her sophisticated, well-bred mother scream unintelligibly. However her parents had brought her up never to become curious about things not concerning her. And so Brenda didn't pry.
"Chow time," her mother called out, and Brenda approached the fire, took her plate of food, and sat on the rolled-up sleeping bag.
Her father had just removed the sleeping bag from the back of their car, setting it down so they could all sit without freezing their butts off. There was still a lot of ice and snow on the ground. It was a special kind of sleeping bag-custom-made. Most sleeping bags were designed to hold one person at a time. In the bag her father had, four people could have snuggled close together, very nicely. Since there were only three of them, Brenda knew she would be sleeping against one end of the bag while both her parents snuggled together in the other end.
In all the years they'd gone camping, when bedtime came around the same routine was always followed. This was why Brenda knew she would not be permitted to cuddle next to her parents. Not that she felt insecure. After all, her parents were right there, in the same sleeping bag.
Brenda adored her parents. They were the epitome of everything good in life to her. When she grew up, she could hope for nothing more than to be like her mother.
Rachel Dale had the same physical proportions as her daughter, only developed the littlest bit more. She wasn't nearly as attractive, facially, as Brenda, but she had a fantastic sensuality about her. She had driven the boys mad in her day, giving them a come-hither stare while letting them know she was untouchable. She had been Rachel Cord then, but strong, handsome Jerry Dale had swept her off her feet with a whirlwind courtship. He had been the one to con her into bed, and because of it, Rae felt she had to marry him. Not that she was ever sorry. He had made life very good for her, not only giving her all the necessities and luxuries of life, but all the fucking her cunt could hold.
Whenever she felt in the mood, she let him know, and he was always there, always ready. And he had been good in not demanding she do obscene things like suck his penis, or allow him to taste her cunt. One of her friends even described how her husband had licked her asshole, then stuck his cock into it. The mere thought nauseated Rae Dale. Decent people just didn't do that, and Jerry, her wonderful husband, had always agreed with her. Besides, she more than made it up to him when they fucked. She had developed her cunt muscles to their ultimate, and she was certain no mouth or anus could grip his solid phallus as tightly as her vulva.
Although she had always kept herself in check on these camping trips, for some un-explainable reason, Rae Dale was feeling tremendously aroused that evening. She was determined Jerry would fuck her in their sleeping bag, that night. True, they would wait until Brenda was asleep. Brenda always was a heavy sleeper, and once she was tucked in for the night, she wouldn't awaken until the following morning. An earthquake could shake the island apart and Brenda would continue sleeping; or so Rae Dale thought.
The campfire supper of beans and bacon was something to which the Dales had accustomed themselves. After the long hike and the varied exploring, sawdust would have tasted good.
Brenda ate her food quickly, then used snow to wash off the tin plate. All the garbage was put into a plastic bag and left in the trunk of the car. The Dales were fastidious in everything they did, and never left garbage for others to find.
Brenda listened to her portable radio for the next two hours, watching her parents from a short distance away. Her father was a powerful man, six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a rock-solid body to match his handsome face. When Brenda finally married, it would have to be a man like daddy.
For the first time in her young life she fantasized about a sexual experience, and she dreamed it was with her daddy. God! What a body he had.
True, Brenda had no idea what it would feel like to have a solid cock stuffed into her tight, young twat. But she thought how good it probably felt. After all, people had been doing it forever, and if it didn't feel good, surely they wouldn't have done it.
It was nine thirty when Brenda wandered off into the woods to tend to her physical needs. She took some tissue paper and a canteen of water with her to wash herself, afterward. Her parents were fanatic about cleanliness, and even out here, in the cold, hygienic rites were to be observed at all times.
She returned by nine forty five, and her parents went off to observe similar rituals, one at a time. The sleeping bag had been rolled out, and Brenda, still wrapped in her parka, eased her body into the sleeping bag, closed her eyes, and fell into the world between wakefulness and sleep, drowsing.
"It's not very cold tonight," Rae Dale observed when her husband had returned. "Do we need our coats inside the sleeping bag? After all, it is fur-lined."
"Any suggestions?" Jerry asked.
"Why don't we sleep in the raw," Rae told him.
"Brenda's here," Jerry reminded her.
"Brenda's fast asleep and likely to remain so," Rae told him. "We both wake up before her, anyway. We'll be dressed in plenty of time."
"What are you hinting at?" Jerry asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't know what it is," his wife told him, "but I have this overpowering urge for you to make love to me."
"Always happy to oblige," her husband smiled. "But are you sure you want to do it in the sleeping bag?"
"Why not?" It's long enough, wide enough, and even high enough."
"It's just that I enjoy looking at you when we do it, and in a sleeping bag I can't see a damn thing."
"You'll get plenty of looking when we get back home," Rae told him. "It's a bit too chilly to do anything on the ground, and I always thought of it as demeaning in a car."
The two quickly undressed, and even more quickly slid into the fur-lined sleeping bag to escape the cold. Their movements brought Brenda's mind out of the fog into which it had fallen, and she realized her parents were cuddling together wearing absolutely nothing. And for the first time, feeling the nearness of their naked bodies, Brenda Dale felt a new, different kind of warmth start crawling through her bones. She purposely kept her own body away from her end of the sleeping bag, while pretending to be asleep. Her parents were lying side by side, but it was her father's rump that was closest to her body, and as he cuddled against her mother, she could all but feel the flat cheeks of his ass touching her parka.
In the dying firelight, Jerry stared into his wife's eyes. Rae had pyres of flame ignited in there. A strong yearning, a powerful need had built up inside her, and he could see it.
They looked into one another's eyes for a moment, then Rae, still the demure female after all these years, looked down. She felt him raise her chin, kissing her lips softly, and she responded, timidly at first, as she always did. After all, she was a lady, and it wasn't right to appear too aggressive.
As his lips pressed against hers, his hands began wandering across her breasts, softly rubbing the growing nipples. The soft, swelling mounds of her solid tits seemed to enlarge as her rubbery nipples hardened. Rae could feel her heart pounding under her husband's hand. She knew her husband was becoming more and more excited by the moment. Each time they got together was a new time for him. Each time he merged with her it was as if it had been the first time, because it had happened before she and Jerry had gotten married.
What really made the guilt strong was the fact that she'd enjoyed it. If there had been pain and no pleasure she would have been properly punished for allowing a man, who was not yet her husband, to sleep with her. The mere fact that her hymen had snapped with almost no pressure, and her elastic vaginal walls had adjusted to his plunging phallus so easily, had made her feel like some kind of wanton.
Her mother had told her it would take years for her to have her first orgasm, yet Jerry had brought it on with their very first fuck. And what caused the guilt to enlarge was the fact that he'd made her climax every time thereafter. She was one of the very few women in the entire world to have an orgasm with her husband every time she went to bed with him. Heck, she'd had a half dozen orgasms at one time, and each one made her feel worse, because "nice" girls weren't supposed to enjoy it. Her mother had felt those terrible climaxes in spite of herself, and she had warned Rae not to allow herself such licentious sensations.
But Rae had been unable to help herself. Jerry made it so good for her, she had to come. And afterward, she always felt that twinge of guilt because of it. At least she'd had the good sense not to warn Brenda against such sensations. She felt bad enough as it was. Why should she make her daughter wallow in guilt. It would be better for Brenda not to know such feelings were evil. Then, when Brenda did get married, she could enjoy her climaxes without guilt sensations.
Her husband's hard cock was pressing against her pelvis, hoping to probe between her slender thighs and insinuate itself into the burning pit of passion between her loins. It made Rae even more excited, and she shoved her guilt feelings to the farthest corner of her mind where they would remain until after it was all over and done with.
As always, she enjoyed the way Jerry masterfully rubbed her breasts, then let his hands roam to her waist. Her entire torso was sensitive. His static touch made her writhe and sigh. Jerry was a true master, knowing just what to do to set her off.
Brenda peered through slitted eyes, watching her father's back as he rubbed her mother's body. It was difficult to see much while wrapped up in the sleeping bag, but because of the surrounding cloth and fur she could sense his every movement. Even if she couldn't see what was going on, she knew what her father's hands were doing. And in a way it felt as if his hands were on her, doing the same thing to her. When her father's hand returned to her mother's breast and began tweaking her mother's nipples, Brenda felt a "sympathetic" pressure on each of her own nipples.
Oh God! she thought to herself, imagining what it felt like. This is what it's all about. This is why mom groans every time. Mmmmm . . . ooooooh ... it does feel good.
Rae felt her husband's fingers tantalizing her elastic nipple. She gasped as his fingers pressed her nubs of elongated flesh, as his tongue slowly parted her soft lips and pressed into her mouth. At first her own tongue didn't respond. After all, she was a lady. But even a lady's tongue can't remain dormant when the foreign tongue continues to tease and tantalize her mouth. Little by little she licked back at his tongue, and soon was tongue-dueling with him as if for her very life. And the more her tongue flailed against his, the more excited she became.
Brenda sensed when her father's hand left her mother's tit and slid down to her thigh. Through the material of her own winter slacks she could feel imaginary fingers sliding along, much the way her mother was thrilling to the wonder of her father's hand. Rae felt her husband's hand come up and rub her tummy, and she writhed. At that same moment Brenda swore she felt fingers touch her navel, and it took all her willpower to remain silent.
Now Rae thrilled to the sensation of Jerry's fingers moving lower, feeling the fire emanate from her own firm flesh. The fingers crept lower until they touched the moistened hair of her flaming crotch. Rae wriggled as his fingers moved lower, sliding through the forest of tight curls until it sensuously touched her dripping gash. Her body started when she felt his fingers touch there, almost as if a wasp had stung her. Slowly, very slowly, she scissored her thighs apart, the sleeping bag restricting her from actually opening the thighs wide.
Oh yes, yes, it felt so wonderful, so good, so warm. She loved the way her husband's fingers kept slithering up and down inside her teeming snatch slice. Crushing her tightly to him, he pushed his other hand under the thigh resting on the ground so he could get a tight hold on her asscheeks. It made Rae's shuddering body ache all the more, enjoying the touch of his flaming fingertips as they pressed against her swampy tunnel. When his middle finger slowly wormed its way into her, the pressure of her tight cunt made it feel delightfully welcome.
Brenda lay there in agonized ecstasy. She knew what her father was doing. She could smell the musky scent of her mother's washed cunt, listening to the sounds of her father's finger sliding in and out of her mother's burning pussy. In her imagination a finger was dredging its way through her own tight cunt. She still had no idea how a finger would actually feel pressed into her tight twat, but in her mind it was really wonderful.
Rae trembled all the more, feeling her husband's thrilling finger tickle her sensitive pussy. Her bubbling juices surrounded the plunging digit with its passionate heat. And then she almost yelped as his thumb began rubbing her stiff little clitoral button. She could tell he was every bit as aroused as she.
It was true. Jerry was always thrilled by the warm softness of his wife's delicate body, and he let her know as much, using his tongue to all but slash hers to ribbons.
Rae completely forgot her guilt for the moment. This was a time for relishing all delicious sensations. Neither guilt nor any kind of fear could overpower her need for his cock at that moment.
She felt his middle finger continue to slurp in and out of her tight, pulsing vagina all the while his tongue continued tantalizing hers. But the teasing was something neither could take indefinitely. Thrills continued rippling through her, building from her fur-encircled cunt, burning through the rest of her body as his working fingers left her heated pussy and returned to her nipples, her vibrant, tan nipples, enjoying their firmness. She felt his forefinger and thumb roll around their pebble-solidity, continually teasing each one into remaining fully enlarged. And all the while pyres of brilliant flame burned through her.
Now Brenda watched her father's head slide into the sleeping bag as he lowered his mouth to his wife's full breasts. She heard his clutching lips and slurping tongue pull her mother's nipple into his mouth, and it was as if heated lips were circling her own nipple.
Rae's body began a slow, sensuous grind, moaning with maddened wonder as the fires in her built to even greater intensity. Every little sensation running through her body seemed to increase tenfold, and she sighed, letting him know how much she wanted him inside her.
Brenda shuddered, afraid her parents would realize she was awake, mentally feeling teeth on her nipple as her father's dentures ground her mother's nipples, alternating from one breast to the other. God! How delightful it must be to really feel it.
Rae thrilled to the maddening pressures as her husband's lips and teeth continued pressuring her two nipples, one at a time. And all the while his hands were cupping her asscheeks, pressing her hairy mound against the hard erection of his upthrust phallus.
Brenda felt her father's ass pull away from her as he rubbed his phallus into her mother's pubis, but her own little cunt was now on fire. She wanted to scream out the urgency of her own youthful needs to her parents as they continued reveling in the pleasures of one another.
Rae's hand fell to her husband's rigid rock-pile of solid phallus. She felt the column of hardened flesh as it extended from beneath his hairy pelvis, proudly shuddering in her hand as if more than anxious to feed every last solid, unbending inch of it into her frothing hole. Rae knew what it looked like. It was a red staff with a rich magenta knob on top, neither too large nor too small, but what she knew was just the right size to fit into her.
Ah, but it was so wonderfully hard. She held her breath as her fingers caressed it, running over it from top to bottom and back again. Oh God! How she wanted to feel the full measure of the weighty mast completely buried in the heated depths of her fiery quim. It was amazing how aroused she could become from the mere touch of the phallic wand. Her mind was already running into the future, seeing that marvelous, hard plunger ramming itself all the way into the tight confines of her tender, flaming cunt. Just picturing it made another twitch of desire spear its way through her.
She began panting, building to higher and higher peaks of arousal, knowing it was only a matter of a short time, now. Soon it would be all hers to enjoy, totally plugging up that empty womanly space in her body, burrowing through her feminine tunnel until it was totally locked inside her.
God! she thought as his mouth continued paying homage to her nipples by sucking them. How much longer?
She never told her husband when she believed herself to be ready. She wouldn't dream of taking the initiative from him. Not only was it unladylike, but it might ruin the orgasm for her. His expertise had made her come every time they'd coupled. To do anything other than what they'd already been doing would possibly break the spell, preventing her from fully enjoying it all. His tongue seemed to be licking her upper torso all over. It made her quake with lustful delight as his fingers reached for her hair-covered triangle of soft, mossy pussy fur.
His hand moved through the gentle cunt hair, nestling itself in her damp, soggy crotch, enjoying the feel of her shimmering, slick, vibrant, coral labia tightly pressing around his middle finger.
Christ! Jerry Dale thought. His wife's wonderful snatch was the most marvelous gash in the world. Before he'd met her, he'd fucked around here and there, but once he'd sampled Rae's frothing fissure, he'd been hooked. He was no longer interested in other pussies. And in all the years he'd been married, he'd never once cheated ... at least not in the true sense of the word. He hadn't fucked any other cunts, but every now and again he did get involved in some kind of oral/genital action, because he craved the taste of a good, clean cunt. He wanted to eat his wife's box most of all, but Rae had been insistent from the start that he not make her do anything so disgusting. Rather than attempt to convince her of the delights of his eating her, or her sucking him, he took it on the outside every now and again. But not once in all that time did he fuck any of those cunts.
Even if he couldn't actually see it at the moment, his mind's eye saw it, recalling what a beautiful coral pink hue coated the cuntwalls. Christ! His tucked-in finger could feel the way her tight canal constricted strongly around it. He was driving her mad with insane desire, and she realized she was beyond all self-control.
"Please," she whispered to her husband. "Please don't tease me any more. Put it in now, Jerome." She had told him. She had broken her own rule.
They were still lying on their sides, and he forced her thighs slightly wider apart, baring the wonder of her pouting labia minora, using his thumb to massage the shuddering, throbbing button of her blood-swollen clitoris. Rae trembled violently the moment he teased her pearl of passion.
"Hurry," she urged. "Now!"
He eased both his hips between her rich thighs, putting all his weight on the lower haunch. He moved forward slowly so the bloated, enlarged knob of his stolid penis pressed against the sucking wetness of her juicy quim.
Rae felt the thickness touch her labia, and jumped. The pressure of it, coming into contact with her dark, wet hollow made her thrill all the more. Her breath came from her lungs in fiery gasps as she twisted her head from side to side. Her full, round paps seemed to swell to even greater size as one of his hands continued massaging them, and then she readied her body for his much-wanted assault into her eager lock.
She felt her husband controlling his urge to merely jam his stiff prong into the burning depths of her flaming quim. The point of his lancing phallus began to slowly slide into her crushing interior.
Brenda was envious of her mother for the first time in her life. She could actually feel what was happening as her mother's leg pushed against the upper part of the sleeping bag. Both parents were rocking back and forth in an effort for her daddy to pierce her mother's flaming interior. Golly! She wanted that stiff piece of meat shoved into her own flushed cunt.
Rae's loins jerked as her ankles curled themselves around both of his ankles. There was very little room in the sleeping bag, and she was looking for as much leverage as possible. Her sucking cunt was eager to swallow as much of his pole in as it could, anxious to once again feel the hard, unyielding pressure of his white-hot poker. But even as she struggled, Rae realized her husband would not be hurried. He was moving into her at his own, slow, relaxed pace, stuffing more and more of his meaty prong into her dilated, anxious nookie. He was enjoying the rubbery contortions her face was undergoing as the pleasure of his entering her overwhelmed her.
Finally that longed-for moment arrived. She could feel the complete length of him solidly interred all the way into her flaming, frothing cunt. The surrounding walls of her vagina hungrily gripped the invading phallus solidly and firmly, inundating her with mad, unspeakable sensations. She felt flooded with thrills of blistering, flaming lust.
"Oh God!" she whispered in a low voice to her husband. "Oh God! Each time, I forget how good it can feel until you put it into me. Give it to me now, Jerry. Give it all to me again and again."
Slowly, very slowly, Jerry Dale began pumping into the full, firm, pouting cunt, slithering in with lengthy, sucking, cadent thrusts. Then he would draw back, until the very rim of his coronal ridge was ready to leave her dripping twat.
It was at moments like these that his bare ass came into full contact with his daughter's anxious body. Brenda forced herself not to shake, though the bare flesh of her father's ass roused her higher and higher. She realized there was more than mere dampness between her own thighs. Her vibrating cunt was a pool of dripping pussy water. How was it possible for a female to leak so much lubricant?
Her mother had completely versed her where lubricating oils were concerned. She knew the heavy liquid seeping out from between her tightly-pressed-together lips was not urine. It was the lubricant her mother had told her about, and this was her first experience with a heavy seepage. It had to be lubrication. Although she'd started having her period six months before, she knew she wasn't due for more than three weeks. It had to be lubrication.
Rae felt her husband pronging her with a strong, powerful beat, completely unworried about any kind of premature ejaculation. His broad, flaming prick sank deep into the submerged recesses of her wriggling, anxious cunt, sinking its complete length into her hot, feminine sanctuary. The embroiled, sopping walls of her clutching cunt tried to re-shape themselves around the outside of the intruding phallus.
"Love you . . ." she gasped. "Oh God! I love you . . ." and she slammed her seething middle hard-forward, letting it squeakingly slide around his flaming ramrod.
Her words made Jerry slam against her naked beauty all the harder. Her sucking pussy had completely engulfed his plunging dork, and there was no need for him to move slowly any longer. The way her cunt gripped his cock, there was no way on earth he would ever fall out.
She felt his heavy phallus running into her hair-lined trough with long, slamming thrusts as it rammed its way into her wanton belly. It strongly massaged the pillowed walls of her lusting cunt. The tight, drawn-up sac of his balls rubbed against the fullness of her teeming split each time he stroked the full length of his hard cock into her. He was still drawing his ass all the way back before plunging it forward again into her milking depths.
Soon she felt the lancing pole start to pick up speed as it shortened its stroke a little as he tugged his speeding prong back and forth, plowing through her seething center. It was chugging into her faster and faster now, slamming solidly against the leaking thickness of her sucking pussylips. Now he was only withdrawing halfway, then slamming his meat back into the quivering depths of her creaming cunt as she pistoned her body to counter the movements of her husband's.
"Uhhhhh . . . getting there . . ." she groaned. "I . . . ohhhhhh . . . can feel . . . itttt . . . oooh . . . yesssss . . ."
Her mouth slammed itself against his to prevent herself from crying out, for fear the sound might waken her daughter Her kissing lips worked themselves against his as she uttered a long, moaning groan into his mouth, only to have his lips part as he echoed the sound, sending burning noises into her own throat. He was going to come. She could tell from the feel of his pounding cock inside her, he was ready to come, just as she, herself, went over the orgasmic cliff. Her body tightened, madly squirming against his as maddening lust churned through her come-crazy brain.
The heavy jelly was boiling in his balls, and now it moved through the narrow tubes, into the slender one in the underside of his thrusting phallus. Then it thundered out of him like water from a fire hose, blasting out of control into the tender, clutching warmth of her gripping pussy, filling it to overflowing with his seething emissions. Blasting waves of ecstasy churned through Rae's body as she felt her husband's recently-manufactured sperm pump into the hungry bottom of her gobbling pussy.
Rae drank in the blistering heat of his blasting climax as it poured into her. It was the final thing needed to top off her own explosive come. She felt it jetting directly from her cuntal center to all her extremities at once. She barely managed to keep herself from screaming, feeling the hundreds of millions of nervous squirming pressures completely dissolve in a wave of overpowering crisis.
Sleep seemed to overpower her at that moment. No longer able to stay awake, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off, her body safely held by her husband's clasping arms. Before the last of his spurting spunk was dripping into her, she was asleep.
Jerry Dale was as sated as his wife, and he too began drifting off. His mind didn't hear the silent sobbing gasps of his daughter, now fully awake and in need of satisfaction, herself. A burning need filled Brenda's crotch, and all she could do was lay there, and suffer. In spite of her mother's teaching her to be a good girl, she knew she would have to rectify this feeling.
CHAPTER TWO
Morning finally came. Brenda, who had fallen asleep rather late, was completely unaware of her parents slipping out of the sleeping bag and getting dressed. When she finally did waken, ham and eggs were sizzling in a frying pan over a freshly-made fire.
Even as she ate, Brenda felt the strange stirrings in her body. They hadn't gone away. Golly, but she was perspiring because of it.
When she finished eating, she cleaned her plate, noting there was almost no snow. And then she realized her perspiration wasn't solely the result of her fevered feelings. It was going to be a warm day.
"We'd better hurry and leave before the ice covering the lake melts," her father said, hurriedly packing everything into the car, echoing her own thoughts.
They hurried into the Buick and Brenda settled her head against the back of the seat. At least she could sleep on the way home. Maybe next year she would be lucky and her parents would go on the camping trip without her. Things had been bad enough before. But to lie there, wide awake, and listen to the passionate grunts and groans of her parents had been too much. So what if she was only twelve years old. She already knew more about sex than many girls six years older than herself, even if she'd never let a boy touch her. Well, she hadn't let a boy touch her up to now. Most of the boys hanging around her house were sixteen years old. They were there, she realized, because she, like her mother, radiated a certain sexuality in spite of her young age. Each one of them was dying to touch her.
There were ways of coming without losing her prized virginity. She'd save that for the man she'd eventually marry, but that was all she intended saving. The time had come for her to obey her body. She'd read a lot of books on the subject of sex, including the Kama Sutra, the Ananga Ranga, and the Perfumed Garden. She'd even read Fanny Hill. Up until last night, these books had meant nothing to her. Reading them had made her feel nothing. They were merely being read to further her education. But now she would put what she had read to practical use. Between the first three books she had memorized every conceivable position in which one could perform intercourse. Since she wasn't ready for that yet, she would go on to the advanced pages, dealing with the rite of Au-parishtaka, or penis-sucking. And she'd make every male whose penis she intended sucking use his mouth on her pussy.
She wondered if her parents indulged in things like sixty nine. It would seem to make sense for them to do so. They seemed so worldly wise in every other way, she couldn't picture them hanging themselves up on something like that.
The car was starting onto the ice, now. Her father was driving very slowly. She opened her eyes and sat up, feeling something funny under the wheels. It was almost as if something was giving way. She looked out the rear window and saw cracks in the ice where the car had been, moments before.
Oh God! she thought. We waited too long. Her daddy had better hurry. The ice wasn't able to take the weight of the car for too long a period of time.
Her father accelerated slowly, not wanting the tires to start skidding, thus keeping them in one place for too long a period of time.
"Hurry Jerry," Rae gasped. "We have to get away from here."
"Damn!" Brenda's father muttered. "Who the hell could foresee today being a warm day! Damn it! Those lousy weather forecasters don't seem to know their asses from their elbows. Ever since the weather satellites have been put into orbit the weather-forecasting has really been lousier than ever."
The car rocked a little, and Brenda screamed. Her father gunned the motor a little faster, and the car moved a little closer to the shore on the other side, but the ice was starting to break up all around them.
"It's no use," Jerry Dale said to his wife and daughter. "The ice is splitting. We have to get out of the car now."
Brenda already had her hand on the door handle. She flung it open as the car lurched because the ice beneath it was giving way completely. She threw herself out of the car, expecting to land on ice. Instead, she splashed into ice-cold water. All the ice was breaking up. It had started around the car and was spreading faster than cancer. Cracks became splits, and then chunks of ice started flowing along.
Turning, Brenda saw her parents had struggled clear of the car and were swimming toward shore. Like herself, both were excellent swimmers. Chunks of ice were all around her, and she had to push them away as she swam. In one case she had to push herself away. The ice floe was too large. Slowly but surely she got to the other side, then hauled her dripping body onto the barren shore.
Her parents came out of the icy river moments afterward. All three exhaustedly lay on the ground for a few minutes, and then the bitter cold of their water-soaked clothes began to get to them.
"Come on," Jerry Dale said to his family. "We have to get out of these clothes in a hurry."
"It's freezing," Brenda said, her teeth chattering.
"It's almost sixty degrees," her father told her. "We won't catch pneumonia unless we stay in these clothes. If we hang the clothing up on some tree limbs facing the sun, they should be dry in a couple of hours."
Not a man to waste time talking, Dale stripped to the buff before his wife and daughter, hanging his clothing on tree branches about fifty feet from the shoreline. Completely un-self-conscious about his nakedness before his daughter, he helped his wife out of her clothing as Brenda stripped.
Being her parents' daughter, Brenda realized blushing modesty on her part would have been foolish. She knew her father had no thought of anything but their safety at that moment, and felt no embarrassment when he looked at her, to check that she had all her own clothes off. With her father's help, she spread her clothing out on other branches, as did her mother. Then they sat down to wait.
Looking around, Brenda realized they were in a kind of inlet. There was no sand, and the ground was still hard and cold from all the Winter months before. There were cliffs on three sides. When they'd jumped into the water they had been carried downriver, away from the dirt highway. When their clothes dried, they would have to follow the dirt footpath through the hills back to the dirt highway. From there, they would have to walk until they came to civilization.
Oh this was definitely her last camping trip. Of this, she was determined. It was neither the time nor the place to speak of it with her parents. She knew her father was upset at losing the car and all their camping equipment, and her mother wasn't exactly overjoyed about what happened, either. But once they got home, she intended letting her parents know she had no intention of any more camping, winter or summer.
They found a small, flat area where there were relatively few pebbles, and there were three large trees forming a sort of semi-circle. A blackened area let them know it was a spot some people used as a campsite, and Brenda wondered just who else would be crazy enough to come out into this hilly country.
A few high rocks around the area were large enough for sitting, and Brenda sat. She looked at her father's body, admiring his physique. Ever since he had been a teenage boy he had lifted weights to keep himself in shape. Muscles swelled all over him. He still went to one of the nearby spas three times a week to keep himself in top condition. The rest of the time, as a builder, when he wasn't overseeing his men doing their work, he was working himself, lifting, toting, and helping out. He was one boss who believed in working with his men.
She couldn't help looking at his dangling penis. Even soft it looked immense, and she wondered how her mother was able to hold it.
Last night had been proof enough that her mother had taken every last bit of it between her slender thighs.
Looking at her mother, Brenda realized, from the neck down, she and her mother looked very much alike. True, her mother's breasts were the slightest bit fuller, but her own would enlarge in the next year or two. And her mother's hips were a bit rounder. There too, she would eventually shape out well enough to match her mother. As it was, her body was very close to looking like her mother's. Her nipples were already as thick as those of her mother, and she had the same size aureoles. The color of each aureole matched those of her mother's, as well. It was a light tan leaning toward pink. She noticed the tips of her mother's nipples pointed straight ahead, while her own tilted up a bit. She supposed her own nipples would begin to lower as she became older.
Her mother's waist was less than an inch fuller than her own, and the flesh all over her body was smooth and firm, with no stretch marks. Between her thighs was a carefully trimmed pelvis. Her mother believed too much hair could get in the way of their enjoyment, and so kept her pubic curls short. Brenda's own pubis was still smooth, though one or two downy strands were beginning to make their appearance.
She didn't notice her father looking at her from the corner of his eye. Jerry Dale couldn't help himself. His daughter's figure was a very close match to that of the woman he loved and adored, and therefore he couldn't help but silently admire Brenda's body. His twitching penis let him know he'd better stop looking. The last thing he needed was visible evidence of the lust he felt for his daughter. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings. But he knew such things were never admitted to others. He knew he wasn't the first man to dream about fucking his own daughter, and he wouldn't be the last. But he also knew it would never come about unless something radical happened to change their way of thinking. Much as he wanted his daughter, he wanted her with his wife's approval, and he knew Rae would never agree. She would have balked at the idea of a menage-a-trois with some strange woman. With her own daughter it would have been unthinkable.
"I wish I had something to cover me," Rae said to him. "I feel so vulnerable."
"Relax," Dale assured his wife. "There's no one to whom you can be vulnerable except Brenda and myself. At times like this though, I keep wishing Brenda were somewhere else. You look like a Botticelli Venus just risen from the sea, and I'd just love to sink my penis into Venus."
"Jerome, not now," Rae cautioned. "We must maintain ourselves properly before our daughter at all times, even when naked."
"Yes dear," he nodded.
"At least we won't freeze," Rae said, optimistically. "Even if the weather turns cold again, our clothing will have dried out by then."
Brenda sat on the rock and stared at the moving river. The ice was melting at a fantastic rate. Their car had sank out of sight a long time ago. Th floating pieces of ice were getting smaller and smaller, and the river was running faster and faster.
For once her father had been wrong. It made Brenda feel good to know her parents could make mistakes like anyone else. She had always been afraid she would never be able to live up to her own image of their perfection. Now, for the first time, she had a chance to see they were fallible. The fallibility had proven almost as great as the infallibility in which she had believed, earlier. Because of her father's error in judgment they'd lost their car and all the belongings in the car. She was certain the car was insured, and she knew her father would collect for all the lost possessions as well, but none of that mattered. All that really mattered was, daddy had been wrong. And if daddy could be wrong, then mom could be wrong. She no longer had to worry about trying to live up to some standard of perfection.
Both parents came and sat near her. All three stared out at the river. Thus none of them were aware of the three others until they felt the shadows of the others blocking out the sun.
Brenda turned and gasped, causing her parents to turn. There, standing behind them, were three of what were obviously local inhabitants. Two were men, but it was difficult to figure out what the third one could be. All three wore shirts made of some sack material, and they had on coveralls, as well. It was obvious they had a certain amount of hardiness since none of them wore jackets. All three had floppy hats on, and the two men carried rifles; squirrel guns.
"Howdy," the older of the two men said. "You folks look like you've had a mite trouble."
"A mite," Jerry Dale nodded, trying to keep their attention focused away from the naked bodies of his wife and daughter.
"Real shame," the man said, spitting a wad of chewing tobacco off to the side. "Yep. Real shame."
"Look, Mr. uhhhh . . ."
"Name's Sammy. Sammy Murray. This here's m'brother, Hy. That there's m'sister Sunny."
Sammy was all of five feet seven inches tall in his bare feet. Afro-style, bristling black hair stuck out from under his hat and covered his entire face. He was short and squat, but plainly strong.
Hy, the brother, was younger-looking than Sammy, even if he was six feet two inches tall. He, too, had bristly hair sticking out from under his hat, and he had sideburns down to his jaws, growing out a good two inches from his face. But the rest of his facial hair had yet to start growing in. Hy wore glasses, and if he was a pound under three hundred Dale would have lost a lot of betting money.
The one called Sunny had her face hidden by her hair which fell out on either side of the hat, down to her breasts. At least they fell down to where her breasts should have been. From what Dale could see, she had nothing to boast of under her coveralls. The rest of her figure was effectively hidden by the coveralls.
"Look, Mr. Murray, we could use some help," Jerry Dale said.
"Yep, 'pears that way, don't it," Sammy nodded.
"As soon as we get dressed could you lead us to a telephone so we could call someone to help us?" Dale asked.
"Nope," Sammy told them, leveling his squirrel gun at Dale. "Ain't no tellyphones 'round here. Got us a tellyvision, though. Now you jus' behave nice an' quiet mister, while m'broth-er Hy looks through yer clothes. We gotta see if y'got any valyoobles."
"Hey there's no need for a gun," Jerry Dale said, and Brenda felt cold perspiration break out all over her.
The fat one, the one called Hy, walked past her as he headed for the clothing, but his eyes remained locked on her all the while. She could see the glistening lust in his eyes, and she shivered all the more.
Then, while Hy began rummaging through their drying clothes, the one called Sunny walked over to Brenda and began looking her up and down.
"How ol' 'are you?" Sunny asked.
"T . . . Twelve," Brenda stammered.
"Shee-it! Ah'm older'n that, an ah ain't got no boobs like you, kid. Guess you grow healthier up East, huh?"
"Hey," Hy yelled out. "Ah found his wallet. Looky here. He's got foldin' money."
"How much?" Sammy asked.
"Ah don' know," Hy retorted. "Ah ain't never learnt to count."
"Give it hyar," Sammy insisted, and Hy brought the money to him. "Now you keep your squirrel piece trained on thet there feller. See to it he don't make no sudden moves."
Sammy counted the money, then said, "You city fellers do all right by yerselves. Got more'n forty dollars hyar. Well now, yer kinda lucky. Y'saved yerself a good cornholin' by my brother. He jus' loves pluggin' into a good ass. Now you, lady," he said to Rae. "What d'you got t'save yerself from ol' Hy and me?"
"That's all the money we have," Jerry Dale insisted. "Take it and leave us alone."
"Now mister, you jus' shut up when you ain't bein' spoke to," Sammy insisted. "Forty dollars ain't nearly enough t'get the three o'you off n the hook. Mebbee it'll keep us from killin' the three o'you, but that's about all it'll keep us from doin'. Ah mean, iffn we finish with the three o'you, we kin jus' leave you out hyar an' let the firs' cold spell do the job."
"What are you talking about?" Jerry Dale asked.
"Please," Rae interrupted. "We mean you no harm. All we want to do is get back home."
"Lady, you don' unnerstan'," Sammy told her. "You and your husban', and your kid, the three of you're trespassin'. This land is private property, part of Murray land. The three of you ain't got no right hyar. By lawful rights we c'n shoot the three of you, bury y'wherever it pleases us, an' even if we ever bother reportin' it t' the local law, ain't nobody gonna do nothin' t'us."
"We just lost our car in the river," Jerry Dale snapped. "We had to swim ashore. We had no idea this was your land or anyone else's. We just had to do what we could to stay alive."
"Makes sense," Sammy nodded.
"Now all we want to do is go home."
"But the three of you was still trespassin'," Sammy pointed out. "Ah cain't let y'go without gettin' a fine from the three of you."
"You have our money," Jerry insisted.
"Like ah said, the money would've been good for one of you. But there's three o'you. The forty dollars is good enough to keep me from shootin' you as trespassers, ah guess. It'll also keep brother Hy here from reamin' out yer asshole. But that's all it's gonna do. Ah mean, y'did come hyar uninvited, even iff n it was by accident. Y'ain't got no more money, so we gotta take it out another way."
"What are you talking about?" Jerry Dale asked.
"Lemmee have Mm," Sunny begged her brother. "Please, Sammy. Lemmeee have 'im."
"What for?" Sammy asked. "You got Hy an' me."
"Yeah but the two of you're gonna be too busy f me," Sunny said. "C'mon Sammy, lemmee fo firs',"
"Okay," Sammy nodded. "Soun's fair, I reckon. You go tie up that there kid to the tree over there. Hy, you tie the woman to the tree nex' to the kid. I'll keep the gun trained on him."
In almost no time Brenda found her arms tied around a tree by her pants, while Rae was bound against the next tree with her husband's pants. The cool air made her shiver as she stood there, naked and helpless.
"Okay," Sammy nodded.
Sunny took two of the fur parkas and spread them on the cold ground. Then she stood in front of Jerry Dale and slipped off her shirt and coveralls. She had nothing on underneath.
Brenda could see the girl had a nice figure, after all. She had very large hips, even larger than her mother's.
"What is this?" Jerry Dale asked.
"Why honey, you'n me are gonna have us a ball. We're gonna let the wife and kid watch so's they kin see how it really gets done. Now you fight me, you give me a hard time, and brother Sammy'll give y'another navel. Then the wife an' kid'll have to depend on my brothers from then on."
Oh God! Rae Dale thought. What a terrible nightmare.
"Jerry," she called out. "Do as they say. Do anything they say."
"Smart," Sunny told him. "Really smart."
Dale looked at the girl. She was probably not more than fifteen, if that much. Her face, behind that mess of hair was really nice to look at. And her figure was lush enough, even if she did have small tits. Oh the tits were there, right enough. Each was large enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Each had dark brown nipples with equally dark brown aureoles. The aureoles were small and barely visible outside the base of the nipples. And she had a jungle of thick, dark curls between her full, round thighs.
The presence of the brothers, his wife, and his daughter kept him from getting hard. And to do what the girl wanted he needed to get hard.
"He ain't gonna do nothin' less'n that there cock o' his gets stiff," Hy laughed. "He looks like he's got hisself a big un, too. Sunny, you better make him stiff."
Sunny lay down on the two parkas and said, "Mister, you're gonna fuck me. Make no mistake about it. You'll fuck me with a hard cock, or you'll fuck me with yer mouth. In fact, thass a good idea. I think I'd like t'have y'fuck me with yer mouth."
God! Jerry Dale thought. I'll bet she hasn't washed out that hole since she was born.
Slowly he walked over to where she lay and allowed her to tug him down beside her. Sunny grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts. Maybe she didn't take a bath every Saturday like her mother used to, but she always washed under her arms and scrubbed out her hot little twat, especially after letting the pig do a job on her. God! She was hot all the time, and Sammy and Hy just weren't around all the time. She had to get cock from somewhere, and Elmer the pig had as good a cock as either of her brothers. She had just scrubbed out her pussy last night. And neither Hy nor Sammy had used her since then.
She felt Jerry's hands squeeze her breasts as he knelt beside her.
Hell, he thought. She was no bed of roses, but at least she didn't have that unwashed stench he was afraid she might have had.
"You do whatever y'all want t'Sunny-girl," Sammy grunted, "jus' as long as y'don't do no permanent damage. She likes it rough. S'you go'head an' do it, hard."
Sunny writhed as Dale's hands continued kneading her tits, testing their small firmness. She felt his hands slide over the flat plain of her tummy, then stared at the exposed flatness of his asscheeks as he turned and gazed into the burning depths of the hot cave between her thighs. Slowly he slipped the fingers of his hand against the puffy cheeks of her pussy. One finger slowly began insinuating itself into her tight, clasping pussy. He was surprised at the tightness, having heard how mountain girls did things with bulls and horses. But she was tight, all right. She was very tight. When his finger slid out making a soggy sound, the girl humped her body up, as if anxious to feel him put it back in.
He sniffed her genital area, and Brenda, watching her father, felt a heat starting to build up in her. She knew the hillbillies had something in mind for her, but what she really wanted was to feel her father make love to her.
"Woooooeeee! Lookit that hot twat of Sunny's," Hy said to Sammy.
From where she stood, bound to the tree, Brenda could see the shining pink magnificence of Sunny's exposed loins once her father's fingers came out. She pressed her own thighs together to enhance the feeling in her body as Sunny parted her loins wider, actually bringing her knees back to her shoulders, in essence exposing the entire dripping split to everyone there. The wondrously sensuous gash of her open cunt quivered before everyone's eyes.
Brenda could see her father staring down into it and couldn't blame him for being affected. She was a woman, and she was affected. She could imagine what the sight was doing to a man. She knew he liked what he saw, and even if he was being forced to do what he was about to do, there was no law saying he couldn't enjoy it. Brenda was certain she would enjoy it were she a man and in her father's situation.
"Eat my cunt," Sunny was begging. "Eat it good. Use that there tongue and those lips an' even yer teeth. Lick it, bite it, shove that tongue clear up into me till I come like crazy."
"You jus'do what li'l sister tol' you to," Sammy said.
"Okay," Jerry Dale nodded.
The sound of his voice was aphrodisiacal to Sunny and she shuddered, feeling the liquid in her burning causeway starting to flow all the faster. God! It was like a dream, finally getting someone other than her brothers or the pig to do something for her. Actually, as far as she was concerned, there wasn't that much difference between her brothers and the pig. This would be the first different cock she'd really enjoy.
"An' li'l sister'll suck that dingus of yours to make it nice an' hard, if she has a mind to," Hy broke in.
Brenda was becoming more and more excited, hearing and seeing the lewd goings-on. The brothers were spelling it out in no uncertain terms, and since they had the guns, no one was going to disobey them.
Standing there, watching her husband's face hovering over the hot hole of the hillbilly girl, Rae Dale wondered how her poor husband could bring himself to do such a horrible thing. She felt so very sorry for him, not even thinking what would happen to her, later on. But then, what could one expect of such backward, vile people who had nothing better to do all day long but distill corn liquor and fuck. Yes, fuck was the perfect word to describe what these animals did. She and Jerry made love, but these rutting pigs fucked. They fucked, sucked, and did all kinds of vile, unspeakable things to each other. Whatever happened now wouldn't count in their lives, as far as she was concerned. She hoped Jerry would stick his phallus down the girl's throat and strangle her to death. God! these were vile, disgusting, crawling imitations of people. Animals like these had no right to exist, but should be mercifully bombed out of existence.
Sunny watched as Jerry Dale leaned enticingly across her taut, naked body with its natural, musky animal scent. He took the pinkish-brown tip of her swollen young breast into his mouth and took a tentative taste of her body. Apparently he liked it, because she felt his tongue start licking her nipple as his teeth began to savagely chew on it. She felt him bite into the rubbery waxen-like tip, sending tingles surging through her young body. Oh man alive! She was aroused like never before. None of her brothers, not Elmer the pig, and not even the half dozen neighbors who'd tumbled her at one time or another made her feel like this city dude could make her feel. She was excited as never before, hanging on each thrill as his sucking mouth began covering her young body with vibrant kisses. Hell! No one had ever done that to her before. All the others had poked fingers into her twat, followed up by a quick tonguing, and ending with a strong pronging. This man was different.
She shuddered as she felt his lips moving lower and lower, going across her belly, down into the thick jungle of pussy hair. The moment seemed frozen in time at that moment, as she awaited one of those delights designed to take the top of her head off. God! God! She wanted him to move faster and jam his mouth into the gaping, dripping maw of her aching cunt.
"Come on," she murmured. "Put that ol' tongue on in there. I gotta feel it."
She was whimpering and sighing with overwhelming longing, waiting for the feel of his knifing tongue. And then it came, eeling between the labial folds of her intensely yearning pussy, making solid, shuddering contact with the rigid button of her enlarging clitoris.
Tt seemed as if Sunny had been waiting for this moment all her life. And now that it was here, it was much better than she had ever imagined it could be. It was a shocking connection between hot tongue and hotter clit, bringing erotic chills to her body she'd never known before. Shuddering thrills continued climbing ever higher in her body the moment his sharp teeth gripped her buttonlike clit between them and applied the littlest bit of pleasure. Her sensitive clitoral nerves screamed their enjoyment to her.
Sunny's hands automatically reached down and clutched Jerry Dale's hair. She curled the short, tight strands over her fingers in order to tug his face strongly against her passionately pulsating pussylips. It was great, really great. Oh Lordy how she loved it. Not even her brothers seemed to know how to properly mouth her dripping cunt. This man was doing more in one minute than all of them had done in ten years. Just the feel of those lips and teeth pulling on her vibrating clit set her wildly aflame as no one ever had before. Sheee-it! It would be a good idea to try trapping a few more city slickers. Oh Gawd! She wanted more, more, and more again.
She felt him sucking the tiny, prick-like extension into his mouth. His teeth gripped it tightly while his lashing tongue whipped it again and again, spiraling around it in never-ending whirls.
Sunny was grinding her trembling, oversized hips into the ground. She was hitting it so hard, she felt her ass would plow right through the coats and dig a hole in the ground. Her rotating seemed directed by the pressure of his tongue. In the meanwhile his hands returned across her stomach to play with her small titties. All the while his tongue continued lashing against her clitoris, making lewd slurping noises that seemed to echo all around.
Dale could smell the stale, dry urine in her cunthair, and he had been completely prepared to do a half-hearted job of eating the girl. It was only after his tongue had touched her vibrant clitoris that he realized how good her inner muskiness tasted. His tongue proceeded to work away wildly from that point on.
Sunny's head began whipping madly from one side to the other, feeling his mouth open all the wider against her gooey split. She felt his licking tongue slide downward along the smooth, heat-moistened gash to the pulsating, fur-ringed hole of her foaming cunt. His wet, knifing tongue stabbed across the tight, rubbery vulva of her creaming cunt, tantalizing her until he heard her beg him to lance it into her. He purposely held back a few moments, as if torturing the girl for having forced him into this in the first place. Her leaking lubrication came washing out all over, soaking his face and chin, and washing away any unpleasant smell in her pussy hair. Now the aroma of her passion-aroused vestibule really burned through him.
Sunny felt his fingers touch her, spreading the sensitive, hair-lined labia of her rotating haunches, tugging them wide apart. The wide-open slot of her throbbing pussy seemed about to engulf his face. He could no longer restrain himself, and stabbed his tongue deep into her hot hole again and again. The tongue lapped into her with a strong vehemence driving all the way up into her constricted, coral, clutching cunt.
"Man oh man!" Sunny was screaming. "Oh goddamn it all, what a fuckin' mouth this hyar man has." And all the while she felt his tongue slurping, licking, lapping, laving, plunging in and out of her rampant pussy, licking the soft, satin walls within. His arms rested on the underside of her thighs, pulling them way back and out, spreading her vaginal plain in wanton abandon to his hungry mouth. And then his hands got a good grip on her large asscheeks and squeezed as he shoved his lancing, licentious tongue into the flaming, molten center of her explosive pussy.
Brenda stared, knowing her father couldn't be doing what he was doing without enjoying it. This only made her cream all the more and squeeze her thighs more tightly together. Oh God! How she wished her daddy had the courage to do something like that to her. It wasn't fair. It really wasn't fair.
Rae Dale stared at the way her husband's mouth dipped hungrily into the hillbilly girl's tight cleft and little surges of jealousy began building in her. He was doing things to that girl she would never have let him do to her, and he seemed to be enjoying it. But no, Jerry wasn't that depraved. He was doing what he was doing because he was being forced to do it. God! If they got out of this alive her darling Jerry would never again have to debase himself this way.
Sunny's howling yells echoed off the surrounding hills and came right back to them. Christ! She felt as if her entire body was a series of mouths, ready to yell and scream. Gawd! It was all so utterly fantastic. She had never known such completely exciting sensations could come from the probing of a tongue into her cunt. She rotated her ass hot and hard, keeping a pounding beat to the way his tongue was pushing in and out of her squishing, slavering cunt God! How she loved the feel of it sliding back and forth. Delightful sensations coursed through her entire body, taking complete control of her spinning mind and her head was filled with dizzying pictures of the various other kinds of acts she wanted this man to perform with her. Maybe, if she humped extra good for Sammy, later on, he might let her hang onto this one for a little while. She had discovered just how good sex could be, especially when a good mouth was doing it to her. It made her wonder if his cock, when hard, could do as good a job as his tongue. If it could, she intended packing up and heading for the big city to find other cocks and mouths like this one.
Fucking was a whole lot more than what her brothers and the pig had to offer. Fucking was an experience. Hell! She had come when the pig had fucked her, and she'd even come a few times when Hy's big dick was shoved into her, but Sammy had never been able to bring her off in spite of all the times he'd tried. Even so, she was enjoying the build-up to her orgasm with this city feller more than she had enjoyed her orgasms with her brother and Elmer. What he was doing was more than raw cuntsucking. It was tantalizing, titillating, fabulous expert mouthing.
She continued chanting, urging him on with her voice as his slithery, lapping tongue drilled into her wide-open tunnel with stronger lascivious intensity. For Sunny it was what a mud hole would have been to Elmer. And she wanted more, more, more. She wanted whatever this city man could give her. His rampaging tongue was squirming into the tightness of her seething canal with maddening pressure. Her young, wild, writhing buttocks twitched under each wonderful attack into her aroused vaginal center.
Rae couldn't understand why her husband was eating the girl's pussy so eagerly, unless it was to prove to their captors he wasn't holding back, thus giving them an excuse to shoot him. But when she saw his head dip even lower, as his tongue licked against her tight little anal star, she was really puzzled. That was something really disgusting. The girl must have said something to make him do such a vile thing, otherwise she was certain her husband would never perform such a perverse act.
Brenda stared, amazed her father even thought to lick a girl in such a place. But from the way the girl was reacting, she loved it, and so Brenda now had something else she wanted her future lovers to try. If anyone would know about things like this, it would be her daddy.
When Dale's tongue slid down to her asshole, Sunny was wondering why he had forsaken her steaming cunt. But just as suddenly it lashed out like an arrow shot from a bow, directly on target. The flaming iciness seemed to sear her bumhole much like a thermometer of dry ice.
"Aaaiiiiiiiiii . . ." she screamed as the thrill of contact with her orally-stimulated asshole sent delicious thrills of wonderful shivering chattering along the length of her spinal column. Eerie thrills shattered their way into her brain with the power of a toppling skyscraper as his wet, burning oral digit probed the tightly-closed passage of her thrilled ass. Her exotic, alabaster body trembled with a wild lack of control caused by the overpowering attack. Insane, unstoppable jerks laddered maddeningly through her thews and burning cunt as a Niagara of thrilling delight took complete control of her mind.
Hot damn! This fella was one fabulous cunt-eater. It was gonna be a shame to get rid of him when they eventually killed off the two females. His licking, sucking tongue was the best thing to ever happen to her aching cunt, not to mention her tiny asshole. Hell! She'd been fucked in the ass often enough, but no one had ever licked her there before.
Well damn it all to hell, Jerry Dale thought. I'm not gonna be the only one to do the oral work. If the little cunt wants me to go on eating her out like this, she's gonna have to use that hot little mouth of hers, as well.
His cock was hard now, like a solid piece of red and purple marble. The throbbing pressure of his aroused blood had filled its little sacs to their fullest. If he didn't get his rocks off in a hurry, his cock would break clean off.
He wanted to stuff it into her cunt, but it was obvious from the way her thighs were now gripping his face that she had no intention of letting his tongue out of her hole. Well then, he'd shove it down her goddamn throat; all the way down past her gullet until he had it stuffed in her hot, twitching tummy. He'd make her climax with his mouth, just as he intended dropping a wad into her esophagus. God! Doing something like this could be torture if something wasn't done back to him.
Stabbing his now-rigid tongue deeper and deeper into the depths of the girl's tight asshole, he worked it around for a moment, then tugged it free. In a swift, twisting motion on the parkas, he had his thighs around her head with his solid dong dangling over her face. He could feel her burning breath all over it.
"Suck my cock!" he ordered. "Suck it until my sperm shoots into your twitching belly."
"You heard the man," Sammy said to his sister. "He's doin' a right nice job o' eatin' your box, honey. Be good and suck his dick, huh."
Satisfied the hillbillies wanted their sister to blow him, Dale rammed his face back into the pungent depths of the girl's dripping cunt. When he speared his burning tongue into it, he felt as if his tongue was sinking into quicksand.
Brenda had heard of sixty nine. Her parents had given her all the latest books about sex. True, her mother had explained, she didn't agree with all the things done in the various books, but it was good to know as much as one could about so important a subject. Now she watched as her father indulged in it, and the liquid bubbling in her pussy became so intense, some of it began dripping down her thighs.
Oh God! What a sight. She could hardly wait to try something like that, herself.
Sunny's simple mind was a mixture of lust-thrilled thoughts as the tongue continued working its way through her tight little pussy. And when her cunt was filled to overflowing with her own juices, she felt his tongue attack her asshole again, giving her swampy cunt a chance to drain. She thought about the times she'd been made to suck cock. All the other men had been interested in was when they, themselves, came. They didn't give a hootin' shit for her. But this here feller was suckin' her pussy. Yeah, yeah, it was only fair she suck his dick. Hell! He deserved some kinda good time before he was put away for good.
She knew how to suck cock good, too. Her brothers said she had the best mouth in the county. Well she wanted to know if she could make this stranger enjoy her mouth as much as she was enjoying his. She wanted to grab that thick piece of meat and stuff it all the way down her throat, until he pumped his hot, spurting juices into the depths of her belly. Oh man! She really wanted this particular cock, now.
She shuddered with pleasure as his tongue returned to her seething pussy. Frantically, she grabbed his twitching phallus and brought it into line with her hungering mouth. She could see the colorless ointment dripping in long strings from the pinhead-sized hole in its rampant purple tip. Lordy, what a waste to let all that good stuff drip like that.
Her tongue flicked out and licked up the threadlike drippings before her mouth came into contact with the pulsing penial tip. The swollen dome of mottled magenta twitched to the sensation of her licking tongue, and it made her realize just how much she could control any man at this point. Hell, not that it mattered with this slicker, with Hy and Sammy pointin' their guns at him. But it made her feel good to know she was able to offer him a certain amount of thrills in return for what he was giving her.
Allowing the strong chills in her belly to build, she churned her body violently as his tongue continued lapping madly into her. At the same time she plunged her own lingual digit against the burning penial tip, lapping it with the hot spit from her mouth, tasting it like she would a large lollipop. She applied her tongue like a bullwhip, snaking out at the ultra-sensitive head, making it twitch in response. Then she flattened her tongue along the topside of the shuddering phallus, as if it were a plate to hold it. Her mouth gaped widely, hungrily, eagerly, and the purple knob slowly slipped inside.
Dale rammed his hips straight down as his pulsing point probed into her gaping mouth, and Sunny suddenly felt as if her tongue were being shoved into her gullet, and her gullet was being worked into her stomach. God! His cock was nowhere near as big as Hy's, yet it was almost strangling her. Damn! She wasn't gonna let no seven inch pecker make her choke, even if it was a thick piece of meat. She began tightening her jaws around it, fighting the choking effect, then clamped her lips down hard, lapping and licking with her burning wet tongue as best she could as the member really filled her mouth.
Tugging her head back, she gripped the penis with her teeth for a moment, and scraping marks could be seen on it from the pressure of her teeth. She continued pulling her head back, sucking on it the entire time until the knobby head was on the tip of her tongue. Now she was ready to suck his cock like it had never been sucked before.
She licked it again, tasting it, thrilling to the delicious masculine flavor as the pungent male scent worked its way up into her nostrils. Slick lubrication continued flowing out onto her tongue. Excitement pulsed through her body, and she gripped his asscheeks with both hands and yanked him down, hard, stuffing the full length of his thick prong into her hungering mouth and throat. More than anything else, she wanted the feel of his white-hot semen oiling her throat on its way down to her belly.
Her wetly-pulling lips were unbelievable. Her mouth became a vibrating, burning vortex of pleasure as it continued surrounding his hard pole. The full length of it sank into her throat, pushing past her tonsils, pressing into her gullet.
Her teeth began biting and chewing on the solid stanchion, making the sperm in his balls burn all the more hotly, building to a flaming boil. He could feel the seed churning in his testicles, and soon she knew the spunk would come splashing into her throat. Thrill after thrill built in his body, making him shudder with the need for release.
She felt his face jammed into her steaming slot, licking into the bare, wide-open, vulnerable corridor as she wriggled madly, all the while feeling his slick, wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her orgasm was approaching. She couldn't quite tell when it would get there, but it was approaching. Of this, there could be no doubt. He was working his hips up and down, pumping his solid, swollen penis into and out of her anxiously-sucking mouth. His own desire was peaking, as well.
Her throat had adjusted to the weight of the thick cock as its burning solidity continued moving in and out of her sucking, leeching mouth. Her wide O of pulling lips was having its effect on his throbbing peter. She could feel it swelling to even broader size. She, herself, was totally out of control.
Her hand moved between his solid thighs, right before her face, and began caressing his dangling balls, feeling the sperm-bloated marbles containing his seed. She brought her other hand into play and lightly compressed the testicles between them. Her tight, ribboned lips seemed oddly distorted as he pulled his prick up and out, then seemed to fold in on themselves, covering her teeth, each time he rammed his phallus back in. Her tingling, tantalizing tongue was continually moving around in her mouth, trying to touch all parts of his insinuated cock. She rubbed her erotically sensual, flicking tongue around the onion-shaped head as quickly as she could, tantalizing and languidly caressing it orally, bringing it to the point of ultimate eruption. It appeared to swell all the more with each upward stroke of her wantonly bobbing head, her lips tightly gripping it. The blood-bloated thickness of Dale's large cock became even larger, seeming to lengthen as it sought the sanctuary of her deep, gasping throat.
Her hands squeezed his straining balls, pressing together around the heavy scrotum as if praying for the hot, creamy jelly contained therein to come shooting into her mouth. At the same time her own shuddering channel seemed to start on its own thrilling journey, taking flight into a rapture she had never felt before. Her long dark hair seemed to jump about as her head continued bobbing up and down the massive totem pole, moving at an ever-faster pace. And all the while she was grinding her loins into his buried face, thrilling to the licentious lapping of his scooping tongue, feeling the gathering storm-clouds of orgasm bunch together.
This was driving her insane. She had to come or simply shatter into so may tiny pieces. Now her head didn't bob up as much as it did, letting her tongue and lips concentrate on his bulblike prick-point while one of her hands wrapped itself around the shuddering base. She used that hand to pump madly while her lips sucked the purple head again and again, and her tongue continually rimmed the corona. Her fist felt the scrub of his wiry pubic hair as her lips pulled with all their strength. Hell! She wanted that hot seed in her belly. She had to know if it tasted any different from the sudsy froth of her brothers and the neighbors.
She was so close to her peak now, she would have killed him had he stopped. Her thighs tightened their hold on his head as she felt his tongue lance into her hot, clutching tenderness, letting it dredge out the continuous flow of outpouring lubrication. Her seething cunt-lips contracted tightly around his flaming, stretched, oral digit, and she moaned. The rapturous sigh came from deep inside her belly, rumbling up from her passion-filled throat as her shuddering quim began erupting with its first spasm of orgasmic delights. She rammed her static-thrilled pussy up solidly against his masticating mouth and lancing tongue as her searing liquid came roaring with blistering speed through the channel of her anxious pussy. With a long, whining, gagging scream shuddering deep in her throat, she felt herself climaxing.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggkkkkkcchhh!" was the long, muffled, choking sound erupting from inside her throat as her thighs crossed over his head and pulled his working face even deeper into her roiling center.
My God! Brenda thought. What can daddy be doing to make her react this way? The girl seemed to be struggling with a major epileptic fit. And there was no doubt it was thrilling every little bit of her body. The way her thighs clung to Jerry Dale's head while her arms gripped his ass, holding his full length of cock plunged all the way into her throat, let Brenda know there was pure ecstasy taking place.
Every cord, every straining muscle, every vibrant nerve and ragged fiber of her erupting interior became oversensitive to the unbelievably overpowering thrill that orgiastically ripped through her. She found herself rocketing toward erotic paradise. Inside her, a blistering, flaming series of mad explosions seemed to shatter her. Flashing fireworks seemed to go off all around her. Shrieking release gutted her throbbing vaginal tunnel with hot, bubbling juices much like lava filled a volcano.
Dale lapped and drank at the pool of her seething cunt like some thirst-crazed animal. His seven incher enlarged to fantastic breadth as he forced it past her wide-open lips into the tightness of her gurgling throat. Her lips surrounded the hard, thick, pumping prick and her hand, finding no more room, returned to squeeze his balls, forcing them to unleash the flood of semen they'd held prisoner for so long. The rumbling cream began a wild, maddening, wonderful trip along the full length of his spasmodic phallus, and erupted from the needlelike hole in the bloated head like a stream of pure liquid fire.
The intense, burning liquid coating the back of her throat nearly caught Sunny by surprise. Before she could swallow, her throat tightened for a moment, and she felt her mouth being filled to overflowing with splashing hot wax coming from a pumping human pipe. And then her throat muscles relaxed and she began swallowing, gulping the flavorful fluid down as fast as she was able. The delicious, pungent flavor of his come was far more delectable than anything her brothers had ever offered her. Her mouth was being inundated with the boiling white jam, and she had to suck maddeningly to keep the juices going into her belly. She didn't want any of it leaking out the sides of her mouth.
As she sucked, pulling more and more seed from his slowly-deflating cock, she realized she'd made the man come with more power than she'd ever felt from any other man. The mere idea she was able to really excite a man beyond the need to merely come made her entire body shake with maddening spasms of unbelievable joy. She'd had no idea how important it was to feel needed beyond being a mere hole. And so now she sucked with greater verve than ever, determined to drink the entire ocean of seed he was pouring down her throat. She drained the spewing contents from the throbbing, swelling head of his solid penis, gulping the seed down into her anxious stomach. It was the kind of thing she'd never believed could exist. Now she discovered it did exist, and it was pouring down her throat in unbelievable volume.
Jerry Dale couldn't believe the sucking abilities of the young, hillbilly girl. He was only too glad to continue pouring his spunk into the youthful, sucking mouth. She had a lot more feeling than he'd thought possible, considering her environment. Hell! He wanted to go on pumping into her mouth forever. And at the same time he continued drinking the hot libation of oil spilling from her tight, girlish cleft, unable to drink as fast as the fluid poured out of her.
Like all wonderful things in life, this finally ended. Jerry Dale never even remembered being hauled into a sitting position with his back against a tree, where his arms were tied.
CHAPTER THREE
Rachel Dale was not a stupid woman. She realized her husband had enjoyed what he had shared with the Ozark girl. The dazed look on his face as they bound his arms behind the tree made her realize he had reveled in the depravity they had forced on him.
At this point she didn't know what to think. All her life she had done her best to avoid such licentious evil. Her mother had taught her sex of any kind was evil, even if some of it was necessary. Her own mature mind made her come to the realization that some sex couldn't be evil, otherwise Nature would not have made the drive so strong. True, because of what her mother taught her, she felt guilty each time she enjoyed a climax, or at least she felt guilty afterward. Yet deep down she was beginning to understand there really was no need for the guilt. Her mother had not been an educated woman as she was, and had merely passed on the beliefs of generations before, from ignorant mother to ignorant daughter. Her guilt had started to lessen in the past few years, though she first began realizing it now, as she watched her husband. Normal, natural sex was meant to be enjoyed by women as well as men, otherwise the ability to enjoy it would not have been instilled in her.
But this was disgusting. Her husband had used his mouth where his penis had belonged. He had licked the girl's vagina, and even licked her anus. How revolting! Yet . . . Jerry had enjoyed it. And when he came, Rachel saw how intensely his body had reacted to the girl's sucking mouth. What was there about a mouth that made it better than a vagina? It was something she had to know.
Brenda now loved and admired her father more than ever. She had no idea her mother was so strung out about not doing anything other than classic fucking, and believing her mother to be the recipient of all she'd seen her father do to the girl, became more envious than ever. Sex, she realized, after watching the performance of her daddy and the girl, was more than a reproductive process. It was something designed for people who wanted to enjoy themselves. It was the ultimate method of pleasure. Oh sure, bowling, ice skating, and even skiing were fun. But sex was the one sport a person could enjoy without having to buy any needed equipment. It was the most natural sport in the world, and everyone came ready-equipped to enjoy it.
This being the case, she was determined to start enjoying herself the minute she got home. True, she would have to do something to ensure her not becoming pregnant. The last thing she needed was a telltale belly or an unwanted child, or even an unpleasant abortion. But there were all kinds of ways to take care of that. Her parents had taught her all the things a girl could do. And with her build she looked old enough to walk into any drugstore and order the Pill. If they wouldn't give it to her for herself, they could give it to her for "her mother." In any case, the time for her to come out of her cocoon had arrived.
Sorry mother, she thought, but just as daddy was wrong about the ice, you're wrong about what it is that constitutes being a good girl. Sunny had been good. Boy had she ever been good. Her father would agree to that.
"Well now, looks like y'had one helluva ball," Sammy said to his sister as she got dressed. "Thet there feller seemed t'know what it was all about."
"He was all right," Sunny shrugged, knowing better than to admit anyone was better than Sammy. Her brother was very jealous of his non-existent abilities. Oh he ate pussy now and again, and he even dove on her muff. But he did it because he liked the taste of it rather than to give her any pleasure. And he had never sixty-nined, because he didn't want any distractions while his cock was being sucked. But he believed himself to be the greatest everything, and to let him know otherwise would be tantamount to his killing off Jerry
Dale then and there.
Hy, who was younger than his shorter brother, was, in many ways, more discerning. He knew Sammy wasn't really that great when it came to screwing. He, himself, was a lot better. Hell! His cock was both, longer and thicker, built along the proportions of an elephant's trunk. He ate his sister's cunt with a lot more gusto than Sammy, but only when it had a nice tang to it. Hell! He'd seen her wash her pussy out after having been fucked by the pig, and he didn't like the idea of putting his mouth there after Elmer had used it. Whenever Sunny's box had a clean smell to it, he settled for either fucking it, or letting her blow him.
"You ready t'handle this hyar squirrel piece?" Sammy asked, giving his sister his gun. "Remember, use it iff'n he manages t'get loose. Right now it's my turn."
"What are you going to do?" Rae asked, seeing Hy approaching and untying her hands.
"Whatcha all think ah'm gonna do," Sammy snapped, pulling off his coveralls. "Ah'm gonna fuck you, lady."
"Oh God! No!" Rae screamed.
"You leave her alone," Jerry Dale shouted at them, trying to tug himself loose. But he was too tightly tied.
"You jus' shut yer mouth," Sammy told Dale, tugging off his shirt, exposing a body as hairy as that of a gorilla.
Brenda was too frightened to say anything. She knew full well they intended using her, next. If she started talking they just might not pospone the inevitable. And if Sammy was going to do something to her mother, it meant Hy intended using her. Golly! She'd never stand up under the strain of such a fat man on top of her. She could just imagine the size of his penis. It would probably stretch the vagina of a hippopotamus.
Sammy had walked over to where Jerry Dale was seated on the ground. He had taken his gun from his sister, and now propped the barrel under Dale's chin, saying, "Now you jus' listen t'what ah gotta say, once't. We ain't foolin' round no more. You open thet yap, and ah'd as like t'blow it off as look atcha. We got the guns. We're the ones what makes the decisions. Iff'n ah says ah'm gonna fuck thet there wife o'yours, ah'm gonna fuck her. Ah'm gonna fuck her cunt, ah'm gonna fuck her face, an' ah'm gonna fuck her ass. An' if she don' like it, ah'm gonna blow your haid clean off."
"Don't hurt him," Rae screamed. "Please, please, don't hurt him. I'll do anything you say."
"Now thass more like it," Sammy smiled. "Lessee now, s'pose we prove jes' how sincere you are. S'pose ah fuck you in thet there tight ass of your'n. Ah'll bet you ain't never been fucked in yer ass."
"Do whatever you want with me," Rae sobbed. "Just don't hurt my husband."
"Y'got a good woman hyar," Sammy said to Jerry Dale. "Now you jus' sit there quietlike, and enjoy my humpin' yer wife in her tight ass. Hey, ah'll bet you ain't never cornholed her before. Thet means she's got herself one tight asshole."
"Hey Sammy," Hy spoke up. "T ain't fair. You know ah'm the ass man in this hyar family. Why not let me fuck her ass."
"Cuz her asshole's so tight you'd rip 'er apart," Sammy snapped. "Hey, don' worry, baby brother. Ah'll let you have the asshole of the kid over there, a little later on."
"But ah feel like doin' some fuckin now," Hy objected.
"Well don' let nobody say ah ain't generous. You wait till ah plug into her asshole, then mebbee ah'll let you fuck into her pussy. Hell, don't matter how loose her pussy is. With thet thing y'got danglin' twixt yer legs you'll fit in real nice."
"Okay," Hy nodded.
Brenda felt terrified, and yet couldn't tear her eyes from her mother's body as her mother lay on the two parkas. A mixture of heat and terror filled her body.
Handing his gun to Sunny again, Sammy walked over to the prostrate Rae Dale, and said, "Now how's for turnin' over so's ah kin get to thet there virgin asshole of your'n."
Rae shuddered, a sob escaping from her throat. She was terrified beyond thought and found herself unable to move.
Sammy reached down and with his rough hands rolled her over on her belly. Then he grabbed her hips and hauled them up and into position. The frightened woman's ass obscenely swayed under him, the rounded moons of her buttocks luring him ever closer to her. He stood over her, his feet between her ankles, his short, thick prong hard and stiff, thrusting out at the air in front of him. The pulsing head seemed to swell ever thicker as the blue capillaries seemed to stand out, winding and twisting their way around the pole.
"Please don't hurt her," the anguished Brenda cried out.
"Hey, you don' worry none 'bout your momma, li'l girl," Hy said, caressing Brenda's face with a hamlike hand. "Ah guarantee she's gonna love what happens. You'll see. Mebbee not at first, but she's gonna end up lovin' it."
"But that thing of his is so thick," Brenda gasped, staring at the wavering phallus. "He'll tear her rectum apart if he shoves it in there."
"Nahhhh," Hy assured her. "Assholes kin stretch, jus' like cuntholes. You'd be surprised what an asshole kin take. Hell! Yours is gonna evenchilly take my cock, an' mine's thicker'n longer'n Sammy's. Don't worry none. Ass-fuckin' is fun."
Kneeling, Sammy gripped both of Rae Dale's ankles and tugged them back and out.
"Oh God!" Rae sobbed, her head hanging down, feeling the rush of cool air blow through her thighs. "Don't do this obscene thing to me, please, please, don't put it in me back there."
She quivered and tried getting up, but Sammy's hand pressed against her spine, and she fell flat on the ground. She wriggled for a moment, then lay absolutely still, her body violently shivering as she steeled herself for what was about to happen.
Sammy reached under her and pulled on her belly until her round asscheeks were once again up, but just high enough to match the level of his cock. Then he ran his rough hands over the pillarly, smooth thighs and swollen calves. He teased the backs of her knees with his fingers for a moment, more from the sadistic pleasure of seeing her squirm than any attempt to make her hot. His hands moved up to the white insides of her thighs and rubbed the moistened pussylips, so vulnerable to him. The juicy division between them was deep, tight, and inviting. But Sammy was determined to go in by way of the woman's ass. He glowered down at the cowering woman, then used his thumbs to slowly part the white hillocks of her ass.
The moment his hands touched her bum-cheeks, Rae automatically stiffened and tightened them, but he dug the long nails of his fingers into her soft flesh until the pain forced her to relax and allow him to part them as he wished.
Sunny moved a bit closer to watch, her brother's actions once again arousing her even though she'd just had the come of all comes as far as she was concerned. She could hear Sammy gasping as the tiny ring of rubbery anal muscle came into view.
Sammy pushed a finger against the pucker, thrusting at it, as if trying to see just how easily it might be penetrated. Her asshole resisted as Rae jumped, completely unused to any kind of contact in that area. He pressed a bit harder and Rae tried pulling forward in the hope of permanently escaping that finger. But there was no escape, and she knew it was only fractions of a second before the hard finger made its way into her anal tunnel. It was hopeless. There was no escape for her. When she felt the finger stab forward again, she relaxed slightly, and felt the finger penetrate her to the first knuckle, wriggling around in the tightness of her squirming ass.
"Jerrrrrrryyyyyyyy!" she screamed sorrowfully, and suddenly tightened her asscheeks as best she could, trapping Sammy's finger inside her burning rectum.
"Hot damn, woman," Sammy snapped. "Ain't no use a'your callin' out t'thet there husbin' o'your'n. He ain't in no shape t'help ya. Now you jus' do like I say, an' mebbee you'll even come t'like it. Now open them there asscheeks!"
His voice was even, more amused than angry, yet she felt his trapped finger pushing itself deeper, digging into her, feeling her sphincter yield the littlest bit. And then the finger was in to the second knuckle. She whimpered and wept, forcing herself to relax in sad submission to his whims. Her buttocks became two jello-molds, loose and quivering.
As Sammy continued ramming his finger strongly into the woman's virgin asshole, widening it and preparing it for the ultimate attack later on, his other hand was stroking his uncircumcised thickness, preparing it for the great feeling he knew he would receive when he sank it into the hot, clutching depths of her asshole. He got the biggest kick out of seeing her kneeling before him, in supplication to his solid joint. Oh man, it was really going to be a pleasure to fuck this ass.
He tugged back the foreskin of his thick, short truncheon, exposing the large, circular, bulblike glans. What it lacked in length it seemed to make up in breadth. He aimed it directly at the tiny crinkled hole now widely stretched from the working of his forefinger.
Withdrawing his finger from inside her, he used his thumbs to part the white globes of her ass, pushing his groin forward so his cock head was poised near her anal opening.
"Gonna do you a favor," he muttered, and leaning down, spat into her asshole to lubricate the sphincter a bit. Then he resumed his position, pressing the thick knob of his quivering phallus against her puckered, budlike asshole. Leaning forward, he used his hands to grip her hips as he levered his lower half against her. He could feel the cheeks of her buttocks surrounding his cock as it pressed against her anus.
Rae gasped and pulled forward a little, moving his swollen glans off target. Sammy stopped for a moment to readjust his phallus.
Brenda had been holding her breath for what seemed like forever, staring at the way the man was preparing to violate her mother. Her eyes were glued to the way he was preparing to send his fleshy lance hurtling into her mother's tight posterior. Pity filled her heart, but it was the only part of her body it filled. The rest of her was filled with even more desire and passion as she realized no matter how much pain they caused her, she had to know what it felt like to have a phallus inside her.
She gasped as she saw the unyielding phallus push against the tight, resisting ring of her mother's sphincter until it finally opened enough. Her mother tried pulling forward, falling on her belly, but Sammy's arm, wrapped around her middle, kept her from doing that. Then, little by little, the rictus of her mother's anus widened to fit over the plunging tip of Sammy's humping cock like a tight elastic condom. She saw Sammy turn and grin at Hy, letting the latter know he was getting there, then like some crazed demon he thrust his hips forward, sinking part of his wanton cock into the tight, squeezing depths of the poor woman's helpless asshole.
"Ayyyyaaaaaggghhhhh . . ." Rae screamed. "Oh Goddddd! No, please, no, no-o-o-o . . ." she bellowed, her screams of anguish bouncing off the surrounding hills.
Her knees dug into the parkas, but her lower legs and feet were kicking as she found herself helplessly gaffed on the short, stubby prong invading her body. She struggled, doing her best to pull away from the impaling member, but it was hopeless and she knew it. He was going all the way into her whether or not she liked it.
Her asscheeks wobbled and jerked under him, almost as if she expected she could throw him off, but after a few moments she began to realize her struggles only made things worse for her as each frantic movement skewered his cock deeper. Inch by painful inch it squirmed into her tight, resisting asshole.
"Aaaaaaagh . . . eeeeeeeyaaggghhhh .. ." she screamed, the air whooshing out of her lungs as Sammy's thick, stubby salami continued pushing the rest of the way into her constricting asshole. And then his thick cock was buried as far as it could go into the warm, slithery depths of her rectum. Rae twitched, jerking almost rhythmically for a few moments, then remained perfectly still, hoping to ease the pain inside her. God! It seemed to cut into her tender rectal tissues as it cruelly probed into the burning depths of her body.
It was useless to resist at this point. He was all the way in, painfully buried to the hilt now. Every little movement on her part only reminded her of the severity of the pain. She could feel his thickness trying to move around inside her, widening her tight poop hole.
"Hey, Hy, these hyar virgin assholes are the goddamned best. Shee-it! This woman's real tight in thar," Sammy muttered from between clenched teeth.
Even though he felt a powerful urge to just start ramming his thick meat back and forth, he decided to relax for a moment. When he did start it would feel that much sweeter. He let his hands roam over the smooth ivory softness of the woman's upthrust buttocks, then let his palms wander up over her back, making her bow even more. Oooh what a tight hole.
Rae could hear his teeth grinding and then felt the pain as he slowly eased his cock out of her only to slide it right back in again. The movement made her whimper with hurt and humiliation. Each time he pounded into her she gasped.
While this was going on, Hy was dropping his coveralls and tugging off his shirt. Brenda stared at him with disbelief. The size of his monolithic phallus was enough to drive icy horror into her soul. It had at least two inches in length on her father's penis, and probably a bit more, and it was half again as thick. Thick, colorless liquid was dripping from it in great quantity, falling in web-like strands to the ground. God! To think he intended using that monstrosity on her. He'd kill her.
She watched him drool as he approached his brother, who was fucking wildly into her poor mother's tight, squeezing rectum. His heavy prong was twitching vibrantly as he stared at the lewd happening going on in front of him. He was almost out of his mind with lust.
Completely beyond control, he bent down in front of her kneeling mother and reached underneath, massaging the woman's full breasts. His fingers pinched at her nipples, making them swell as he gasped, loudly.
"C'mon," Hy begged. "Flip 'er over, Sammy, you promised I could get to fuck 'er cunt while y'stuck it in 'er ass."
Sammy was so occupied with his lustful pronging, he barely heard his brother's plea. It was a moment before he understood what Hy wanted, and when he did, Brenda saw a leer cross his hairy face.
God! Brenda thought. What did these monsters have in mind?
She watched Sammy wrap his arms tightly around her mother's waist as he slammed his solid meat all the way in, then he rolled to the side, taking the woman with him, keeping her impaled on his solid whang. He continued pulling at her body until he had made a one hundred and eighty degree rollover, and she was lying on top of him, facing away from him with his solid phallus rigidly plunged all the way into her hot, steaming rectum. She was sprawled full length on top of him, her buttocks tight against his belly and her back resting on the hairy cushion of his chest. Her loins were wide apart, trying to give her some balance as her arms pressed into the ground on either side of her. Weak pleas were still whining from her lips.
Hy, seeing her spread out before him like a feast, lost no time at all. He moved between her widespread thighs, pushing his knees between his brother's legs, as well. With his heavy hands he shoved her loins even farther apart. Kneeling closer, he took a firm grip on his elephantine phallus and guided it directly to the slick, open cavern of the woman's displayed cunt.
"Uuunnnnnhhhhh . . ." Rae groaned, feeling the thick cock press itself between her cuntlips and slowly start to move into her. God! What a massive monstrosity she felt. Her pussy, tight when her husband's shorter, thinner whang made inroads into her, felt positively virginal with this oversized salami sinking in. The pressure of Sammy's cock in her rectum made Hy's entrance even more difficult, but little by little, despite her screams and groans, he managed to fit the full length of his enormous plunger into her.
And all Rae could do was lay there, weeping with hurt and shame, feeling much like the meat in a sandwich. She was dually pinned with the two phalluses deep inside her, separated by a thin wall of membrane. Two fiery instruments of agony had her pinned down.
Hy, unlike Sammy, had no ideas about refined fucking. He was in, there was no reason to wait. Aroused as he was from watching the cruel way his brother had probed into the woman's ass, he threw his weight on the two people beneath him, pounding his throbbing dick solidly into her burning cunt while his brother, using his hands, moved Rae's body so he could continue stroking into her asshole.
It took the brothers a few minutes, but they finally achieved some kind of rhythm, moving them between her like a soft, oversized, foam-rubber pillow. Rae felt the two powerful cocks stroke back and forth in her tender holes, and all she could do was gasp through her half-open mouth. A loud grunt would come out of her each time the two brothers pressed their bellies into her at the same time.
The pair of thick staffs plunged into the woman's two centers like a pair of ramrods. They were sopping with a combination of their own juices, plus whatever lubrication seemed to oil them from inside her. After awhile they were sliding in and out of her almost effortlessly.
The soft, pink labia seemed to open wide on the outstroke, seemingly displaying themselves for the world to see, then folded in on themselves as Hy sank his pounding pudendum all the way into her, stuffing the full length of it all the way into her tight, creaming snatch.
Behind her, she felt the driving phallus of the older brother continue to suck on the prurient cock Sammy Murray was slamming into her. Even though he was underneath her, Sammy was cramming his stubby meat into her with a vicious fury. Thrill followed thrill for him, feeling the way her anal canal refused to loosen any more. The tightness of her ass was heaven to his cock.
Rae thought she would be torn apart. Then something unbelievable occurred, at least unbelievable as far as she was concerned. The pain inside her instead of receding or increasing, was changing. It was still very intense, but it was no longer pain. The feeling had been barely noticeable at first, but as it grew stronger, Rae realized it was there. Her whimpers of agony had become moans of pleasure. From a low moan it became a wild whimper of crying delight.
Jerry Dale looked at his wife, unable to believe what he saw and heard. She was enjoying it. She was really enjoying it. Each time the brothers slammed their hot phalluses into her taut body she shuddered with visible thrills.
There was no more agonized pleading. Now the pleadings were for them to continue; not to stop.
At first Rae thought she had become a masochist. Perhaps she had become so accustomed to the pain she was actually enjoying it. Did she like being a helpless doll being attached to two primitive men who used her as if she were some kind of rag doll? Or was it the very obscenity that made it seem so good? The lewd, helpless position in which she was buffeted back and forth made her realize she had no control over the situation, and perhaps this was the reason for her enjoyment. She was a total slave to the maddened desires of these two Neanderthal buffoons. Was it the possibility of being fucked to death in this position that made her suddenly come to enjoy it so much? After all, if one had to die, what better way than to be fucked to death.
Whatever the reasons, she suddenly realized she was being overwhelmed by the enjoyment of it. She wanted more and more. Her hips were moving of her own volition now, and her arms, two dangling limbs before, now clutched Hy's massive body to hers. She humped up to meet the down-thrusting drive of his burning penis, then slammed her hips back to receive the full measure of Sammy's reaming cock. She was beginning to love the feel of the phallus in her rectum. By heaven, it was good, very good. She had to try it with Jerry sometime. To think, it took these backwoods goons to help bring her to the realization she had been missing so much in life. Her entire body writhed and spiraled as she filled her steaming pussy and flaming rectum with solid, lancing poles of masculinity.
"Mmmmmmm," she chanted, "yes, yes, yes, it feels sooooo good," singing on and on to the beat of their in-thrusting phalluses filling her hot cunt and tight rectum again and again. All three moved more and more wildly, as if the two men were attempting to punish Rae for enjoying it all. She didn't care. If this was punishment she wanted all she could get. Their sighs, grunts, and gasps mingled in a chorus of libidinous sexual delight.
Brenda stared, unable to believe her refined mother, who even the night before had sounded so ladylike while being fucked, was now behaving like a coarse, wild peasant, screeching her delight for all the world to hear.
Rae felt wild thrills building up in two places at the same time. Perhaps it was the newness of Hy's cock in her tight cunt. Maybe it was the pressure of Sammy's steaming dork in her ass, but she knew she was going to reach a maddening orgasm. She was going to come as she never had before. No, it wasn't because Hy's skewering penis was better than Jerry's. Hy couldn't hold a roman candle to her husband when it came to straight fucking. But the counter pressure of one cock against another in her body was what did it.
"Eeeeeeeaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she screamed as loud as she could, not caring if the whole world heard her. Spasming thrill after spasming thrill built up inside her and pounded her body to pulp as she wriggled between the two masculine swords plunged into her. And even as the first orgasm began to pass, she felt an anal thrill build on top of the vaginal one, and she screamed again, a long, loud, "Eeeeeeeee!"
The helpless woman was out of her skull with pleasure and began crying her orgasms out again and again. Her voice went on in madness that seemed like it might never end.
"Christ!" Sammy called out. "This is some fuckin' woman. Oh hell! Ah'm gonna pump a wad inta her like I ain't shot since maw first taught me how t'fuck. Ohhhhhhhhhh here ah commmmme . . . aaaaaannnnnngggghhhhhhhaaaarrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!"
Brenda gaped, unable to believe her eyes. Her mother was no less animalistic than the hillbillies. Sex reduced everyone to being primitive.
She was learning a very important lesson. Sex was not what others tried to teach her it should be. Rather sex was what she, herself, wanted it to be. At the moment, in the hands of the three hillbillies, sex was what the three of them wanted it to be. She could enjoy it or not, as she saw fit, but they intended enjoying themselves using her parents and herself as their instruments of pleasure. If she fought them they would hurt her that much more. Not that she didn't expect them to hurt her if she did all they demanded. She was a virgin. Entry into her tight little twat, no matter how hot, would be painful the first time. Entry into her anus would be no less painful, especially if Hy was the one to assfuck her. And she had no doubt they would use her mouth, much the way Sunny had applied her mouth to her father's phallus. But Sunny had been in control of the fellatio, and so had fully enjoyed it. Brenda knew she would not be in control of the situation, and would be required to do everything her captives wished. It was their one slim possibility of coming out of this thing alive.
Even so, Brenda knew part of her was looking forward to the perversity. She wanted the pain over and done with so she could get on to the enjoyment.
Turning her head, Brenda realized her father had been staring at her body. With all the action going on in front of him, he was looking at her. And the glint in his eye wasn't a reflection of the sun.
He wanted to fuck her. Her own father wanted to fuck her. For the single instant their eyes met, she could read it as clearly as printed words on a page.
God! Wasn't that wonderful! Her darling daddy wanted to fuck his only daughter. What more could a girl want?
There had to be a way out of this. Somehow, in some way, she would find it. And when the family returned to civilization, whether her mother learned about it or not, Brenda intended finding a way to let daddy into her.
"Hey!" Hy was yelling, still pumping his mastodon-like cock into Rae Dale. "Ah'm gonna come, ah kin feel it. Ooooooooh Jesus! Sammy, ah'm gonna come!"
"Come, damn you!" Rae yelled at him. "There isn't . . . uhhh ... a thing he can do . . . to help you . . . ahhhhh . . . come. Come!"
"Shee-it, lady. You sure don't mince no words. Hyar it is then, all of it . . . right in that hot hole o'your'n."
Rae felt his thick hose pumping a little faster as the deflated rod of Sammy fell out of her. Hy was pounding into her now with all his weight, throwing every last ounce of himself against her, crushing her against the all-but-squashed Sammy. And then she felt the heated madness of Hy's frothing juice as he began spurting his load into her tight body, just as she'd felt the hot flames of Sammy's sperm in her rectum.
"Uuuuuummmmmmpppphhhhhhh!" Sammy groaned as Hy pressed his weight down, and then Hy was screaming, as well.
"Wowwwwwwwowwwowww!" he bellowed as he fired again and again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rae felt sore inside as they dragged her back to the tree to which she had been tied. They sat her on the ground and tied her arms behind the tree, making sure the knots were tight.
She felt tired, beaten, and lasciviously wonderful. She wouldn't admit the last to anyone, though she could see the eyes of her husband and daughter, and knew they were aware of her feelings.
Brenda, she thought. Those animals were going to work on Brenda next. It was one thing to have had them give her a going over. But her twelve year old daughter was an innocent virgin. Even after having seen all that went on, there was a great difference between seeing and feeling.
The two men were sitting on the ground near the river, still as naked as her husband, her child, and herself. Only the girl, Sunny, was dressed. She knew why the men were waiting. She had really drained them. She could feel it. They would be a short while in recovering. But when they did, they would go to work on her daughter. And there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
"Sunny," she called to the hillbilly girl.
"Whatcha all want?" the girl asked, suspiciously sidling up to her, keeping the rifle pointed at her.
"Sunny, what are your brothers going to do to Brenda?" she asked.
"Jes' 'bout ever'thin', I reckon," the girl replied.
"Sunny, don't let them hurt her," Rae pleaded. "She's a virgin."
"We all gotta get our cherries popped sometime," Sunny answered. "Shee-it! The experi-ence'll do the girl some good."
"Sunny, it couldn't have been too long ago that you were a virgin," Rae said. "You must remember how much it hurt the first time."
"Hell! Ah cain't remember back that fur. Ah had mah cherry taken when ah was 'bout four years old. M'daddy did it."
"It must have hurt you terribly."
"Cain't remember. Cain't even remember m'folks. They was both killed in a feud more'n eight year ago. Me 'n' Sammy 'n' Hy 're the only ones left from the whole clan. But we done wiped out the whole Tully Clan. Ain't been no one around young enough to bother us ever since. Thass why ah ain't been able t'git married. Iff'n yore daughter had been a son, why then mebbee we coulda struck us up a nice deal. Too bad. Really too bad."
"Please, Sunny. Don't let them hurt Brenda."
"Ain't nothin' ah kin do 'bout it. Sammy's the head o' the clan. What Sammy says, goes. Good thing f yore girl Sammy takes hisself a long time t'recover from one o'these things. Hy may be built bigger, but when it comes t'any kinda fuckin', he's got a heap more sense 'n' Sammy. He kin fit that fat cock into yer daughter's tiny cunt with hardly no pain 'tall. Sammy is shorter 'n' skinnier'n Hy, yet he'd hurt yer kid a lot more. Yore lucky Hy is gonna do the honors. She's gonna get it from the bes' cock in these hyar hills."
"Oh God!" Rae whimpered, closing her eyes and leaning back against the tree. There was no hope of saving Brenda now.
It was almost noon when Sammy got up and came walking back toward the Dales. Hy, meanwhile, actually walked into the icy river, submerging the lower half of his body.
"You got no idea how lucky y'are," Sammy said to Brenda. "Ol' Hy there is akshully washin' hisself off afore doin' anythin' with you. Why ah cain't remember when ol' Hy done took a bath, last."
Rae flinched, remembering the combination of different odors coming from Hy's body when he'd pressed himself against her. She hadn't thought too much about it at the time because she had been in such overpowering heat, prior to which she had endured unending pain. In fact, now that the rapture was gone, she could feel a dual soreness in her two holes. When those boys went at it, they did it with a vengeance.
Three minutes went by before Hy hauled his corpulent self from the water. Dripping wet, he lumbered up to the tree where Brenda was tied, and said, "Well chickie, the time has come f'you 'n' me t' have ourselves a ball."
Brenda stared up at his ponderous body and shivered, terrified beyond words. To think of that huge, amorphous bulk pressing itself against her was a nightmare now that she saw him up so close. All the heat burning in her twat for the past fourteen hours suddenly seemed to turn to ice.
"Ah'm goin' t'take it right easy with y' this firs' time," Hy told her, untying her arms. She could feel the blood starting to circulate again as a million tiny needles began pricking her arteries and veins.
Sammy, who had walked over a nearby rise, now returned carrying a couple of ropes. He brought them over to Hy.
"This hyar's m'own idea," Hy told her, bending down and tying a rope around each of her ankles. "Ah figured it's too close t'lunchtime t'do any heavy fuckin, so y'kin keep yer cherry till after lunch. But ah'm gonna need somethin' t'hold me till then. Right?"
"What are you doing?" Brenda asked.
"This hyar's jes' a li'l somethin' ah dreamed up t'make the whole thing innerestin'," Hy explained. "Now you jes' lay down hyar, on the ground, right near the tree."
Terrified more than she thought possible, Brenda hurried to obey. Hy threw one of the ropes over a thick branch on the right side of the tree, then he threw the other rope over a similar branch on the left side of the tree. Together, he and Sammy hauled on the ropes, and Brenda was slowly raised by her ankles with her back against the trunk of the tree. Sunny held her head to make sure she didn't slam into the tree trunk as she was hoisted off the ground, upside down.
"What's going cn?" Brenda screamed, staring at the world as if through a camera lens.
And then her view of everything and everyone was blocked out as Hy's body stood before her face. And there, dangling near her mouth, was Hy's semi-erect phallus. And she began to know just what it was Hy had in mind.
"Y'all see this?" Hy asked, waving his cock in front of her face. "This hyar's gonna do it all fer y'. An' in return, yer gonna do whatever y'kin fer this, right? Well, when ah tell y' to, ah wantcha t' start asuckin' on my dick. Got it?"
All the so-called polish and veneer her parents had attempted to ingrain into her suddenly fell away from Brenda. Suddenly she was a frightened twelve year old girl who didn't know what to do any more.
"Daddy!" she screamed. "Daddy, take me away from here."
"Stop it!" Jerry Dale screamed, struggling with his bonds. "Stop it! Leave her alone!"
"Gawdamn!" Sammy snapped. "Mister, you jus' don' learn. You gotta be taught. We'se the ones with the guns. We'se the ones in control. What we says, goes."
He walked over to Jerry Dale and punched the bound man hard, square in the face. Dale turned his face at the last second and took the blow on the cheek. It hurt. It hurt a lot. His head was snapped back against the tree trunk and he almost passed out.
"Stop it!" Rae screamed. "Stop it! Leave him alone!"
She began hysterically screaming and crying until Sammy walked over and slapped her across the face.
"Shut y'fuckin' mouth, lady. Ah ain't inna mood f'no more games. We don't ask y' here. We don' go t'your house an' lay all over your property, all nekkid. You came her without no one wantin' ya. So now y'gotta do as we say, when we say, fer as long as we say. Right now, all we're doin' is havin' a li'l fun. Hell! Your ol' man over there sure enjoyed shovin' his mush into Sunny's box. An' you seemed t' end up likin' what me'n Hy did t'ya. An' your kid is gonna like whatever we do, too."
"Please let us go," Rae sobbed. "Oh please let us go. We didn't do you any harm. We didn't hurt your property in any way. All we want to do is go home. Please!"
"Sure lady, sure," Sammy nodded. "Y'll get outta here, but when ah say so, and not before. Ain't often some good ass like you'n yer daughter come round hyar. All our neighbors are all over fifty. They ain't got thesselves no teeth 'r hair. Shee-it! Iff'n we din't have Sunny hyar. we'd be off fuckin' some goddamn sheep, meb-bee cows. Now along comes you 'n' yer family. Cain't you see, we jes' cain't letcha go like thet. Not that Sunny ain't good, but we likes to have ourselves a leetle change. So you behave nice 'n' quiet like, and when we git through usin' y'up, we'll give y' a right nice sendoff."
Sobbing, Rae brought herself under control.
"Brenda," she called out. "Don't be scared, honey. Just do what they say. We have no choice. They have the guns. Do as they say, because the sooner you do it, the sooner we get away from here."
"You lissen t'yore mama," Hy told the girl whose face still dangled near his penis. "Now you jes' relax."
Brenda's hands were resting on the ground, preventing herself from swinging back and forth. She felt Hy suddenly reach out and grab her upside down-dangling tits. He rubbed her nipples with his palms, and Brenda realized her breasts were starting to react. The old heat was starting to seep back into her body, even if she was hanging upside down.
She could see Hy's heavy organ swelling, filling with blood, stretching itself toward her face. The large, red dome began poking its head out of the fold of skin surrounding it, and she could see the leaking lubricant seeping out, as well. Funny, but in this position it looked as if the drops of liquid were falling up rather than down. Meanwhile, his hands continued rolling themselves across her nipples, making them swell and enlarge. And even though she was upside down, with the blood rushing to her head, Brenda Dale began to feel very highly aroused. She licked her lips nervously, staring at the hugeness of Hy's pulsating prong. What a gigantic thing it appeared to be from this angle. The shaft was as white as the belly of a fish, and she could see all the blood vessels winding and twisting around the solid staff. The rubbery, red glans seemed to have a life of their own as they expanded and contracted in front of her eyes. And suddenly Brenda felt all the fear drain out of her. Maybe this wasn't the ideal position, and maybe new indignities would be thought up to be heaped on her and her family, but here and now she at least felt calm.
"Okay," Hy told her. "Le's see 'bout yore takin' this hyar roll o' meat down yore throat. C'mon, doll."
Somehow the idea still didn't appeal to Brenda. She couldn't bring herself to voluntarily open her mouth and swallow his phallus. The pubic hair, in that upside down position she was in, looked to her like a beard, and the two balls, in their bloated sac looked like a pair of closed eyes.
"C'mon, li'l girl. Open thet purty mouth o' your'n an' jus' swallow the whole thing straight on down. Ah promise you, yore a agonna learn t'love cocksuckin'."
Brenda's nostrils flared at the strong odor still present in Hy's pubic hairs. His strong male scent seemed to overpower everything else there. There was some hint at urine, a bit of perspiration, and another odor, a new one she had first become familiar with the previous night. She had smelled it again, today, when her father had erupted into Sunny's mouth and the two Ozark men had shot their loads into her mother. It was semen, and some little bit of it still clung to Hy's genitals.
Hy's fingers reached around and began tickling her buttocks, making her wriggle as she hung there. She could feel his hot breath in her tight, virginal crotch as his eyes stared at her bare pelvis and pussy.
And then she jumped, almost hitting her head against the tree trunk as his face suddenly came down against her bare cunt and began kissing. His mouth was wide open, and he seemed to suck her entire pink gash right inside.
Brenda squealed and twisted while hanging there, feeling the cold, slick lash of his tongue slice between her vaginal doors, straight into her pink honey-pot.
"Ooooooh shee-it!" she heard him say, spouting hot breath into her hotter cunt. "This hyar's one pussy that tastes like pure chicken liver. Raw chicken liver."
His hands got a tight grip on her young buttocks and held her steady as he loudly slurped into her steaming tightness.
"Y'all go easy on thet there pussy," Sammy called out to him. "Ah heerd her mother say she's still got her cherry. Thass mine. You got the kid fer ennythin' else y'want."
"You gotta long time afore yore gonna fuck this hyar kid," Hy replied, coming up for air. "Meanwhile, ah'm gonna git what ah kin outta her. C'mon sweetheart, suck on ol' Hy's ding-a-ling."
Brenda shook her head, trying in vain to keep her eyes focused on his thigh rather than the stiffened penis. But the way he kept moving his loins in front of her face allowed her to see very little other than his throbbing cock, dripping with more and more of the sticky lubrication. She could see his two gigantic balls, and their musky scent was becoming overpowering. She held her breath and clamped her jaws tightly together. Even if she did feel somewhat tempted, she had wanted to taste her father's cock, and not this overripe sausage.
Lightning shot through her body as she felt his slick tongue wash its way from one end of her flaming, juicy gash to the other. Hy's mouth sank into her cunt as if it were the trough it resembled, and he was a rooting hog.
He made loud, slobbering noises, grunting as he slurped his tongue into her hole again and again. The tongue dug deeply into her tight little trench, scooping out her youthful, flavorful liquid secretions, making sure to touch each vaginal wall in turn, and then slurp out of her.
In the meantime, Hy was pressing his body all the more closely against her face, actually rubbing his phallic head against her lips and cheeks, smearing the colorless liquid all over her. She felt its rubbery head slap against her nose, and suddenly realized she was getting dizzy from holding her breath.
"Go give ol' Hy a hand," Brenda heard Sammy say to Sunny.
She felt the presence of the girl as the latter knelt by her and gently took her head between her hands from underneath. This prevented her from turning her head, and she could feel Hy wiping the outpouring stickiness from his cock all over her nose and mouth.
"C'mon honey," Sunny whispered to her. "It ain't atall bad. Ah've eaten it dozens o'times. Tastes downright good after while. Jus' open yore purty li'l ol' mouth an' watch how easy the cock slides right in."
In the meanwhile, she felt Hy's lapping tongue push down deeper into her own blister-;ng kiln and shuddered with new, heretofore unknown sensations. Good God! Whatever he was doing, he was doing right. His hands were squeezing her round, dimpled buttocks as his tongue continued to sparkle through her steaming center. It made her writhe and twist her body, even if Sunny was holding her head still.
Brenda was adamant about not opening her mouth. She was breathing through her nose now, strangled sounds coming from her throat. The strong scent of Hy's pelvis made her dizzy, not to mention hanging upside down. She wasn't as easy to force as her parents. She'd show them they couldn't make her some kind of puppet.
She took another deep breath inhaling his scent and almost gagged. The pulsing organ rubbing against her lips was doing crazy things to her. Added to the odor of his musky masculinity, she realized she was becoming charged up against her will. Repelled as she was by the idea of sucking, she found saliva forming in her mouth and realized she was drooling.
It was the way he was eating her hot pussy. The sensations were building to new peaks. He had found her clitoris, and his thick, flat tongue was washing over it again and again and again. Her upside down body was awash with heavy perspiration now, and she trembled.
"No, no, no," Brenda pleaded, keeping her kissable lips as close together as possible. But her speaking had loosened them a little, even if her teeth remained clenched, and she felt the dribbling tip of Hy's phallus press itself into her mouth against her teeth. Her lips automatically clamped around the thick, swollen bulb.
"Open up," Sunny urged, whispering to her, still holding her head in place. "Jes' give it a try. Tain't fattenin', an' when he finally does pop that load o' gism, you'll jus' love the hot taste. Take it from a gal what knows."
"No," Brenda muttered through clenched teeth, but knew she was weakening. She couldn't keep her mouth clamped together much longer.
Hy's lathered tongue was sloshing through her tight, burning hole more and more rapidly, rubbing her aching little clitoris, creating the wildest, most uncontrollable feelings she'd ever known. She could already feel something building inside her, and it was building at such a rapid rate she knew it was going to hit her hard. She wanted to control her own body, to hold off the thrilling, throbbing pulsations swelling inside her twat. But there was no way. As Hy's tongue continued making a circuit from the depths of her steaming cave to the ultra-sensitive button of her vibrating, shivering clit, Brenda realized she was about to have her first orgasm. And it wasn't going to be a little one. It was about to wash over her now. She writhed maddeningly where she hung, but it was to no avail. Hy's tongue licked and licked and licked, and she could feel the almost-sandpapery pressure of the tongue as it rubbed her penis-like clit.
POW! It slammed into her with shattering force.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed, her mouth suddenly opening wide, and at that instant she felt Hy push his throbbing cock a little forward. Hy would have shoved the full length of his meat down the girl's throat, but pressure from Sunny's hand on his belly held him back. All Brenda felt between her lips was the rotund head. Her tongue seemed to reach out and lick it of its own accord, washing over the smooth dome. And the strong flavor, instead of repulsing her, made her hungry for more. Lightning was striking between her thighs as she shuddered violently under Hy's probing tongue. She felt him lapping all the more eagerly now that her own tongue was touching his cock. He slurped and drank all the flowing wine spurting up from her frothing pussy. He drank and drank and drank, making her scream again and again as a second and a third climax overwhelmed her. And then the pressure between her thighs became so great, she felt herself go numb in that area. Thank God! It would allow her to concentrate on her own sucking.
Her lips and tongue noted the difference in texture of Hy's rubbery cock head. She had never felt flesh quite like it before. She could sense the vibrations in his swollen point as it rubbed against her lips, as if it had a diaphragm of its own inside and was breathing all by itself. She had seen Sunny do this with her father and relish it. Well then, if she had to do it with Hy, there was no reason why she shouldn't enjoy it. So far, it tasted good. Would the rest of his phallic pole also taste good? Without directly wanting to, Brenda relaxed the pressure of her lips and let the head slide a bit deeper into her mouth.
Hy groaned with delight, tightly gripping her young asscheeks with his fingers, holding her more solidly in place so he might be able to stuff the rest of his meaty lance into her mouth. He knew he was built big. He was also aware his sister had never been able to take the full length of his dork into her mouth. Shee-it! Mebbee this kid could do it.
He shuddered, pushing a bit more of the meat-pole toward Brenda's throat, and she soaked the slippery prong in the marinating juices of her mouth, hearing him gasp at how great she was. The definitive taste and pressure of his seething cock was sending mad shudders of wonder, and primeval urges of wanton lust rampaging through his body.
"Thatta girl," Hy grunted hoarsely, barely able to say a word. "Suck it! Suck the whole damn thing."
Could she? Brenda wondered. Was it really possible to take the full length of this leviathan into her mouth and throat. As it was her mouth was crammed full of masculine rigidity by now, feeling the bulbous point pressing against her throat. She almost gagged in wanting to take more of it in. She wasn't quite sure she could do precisely what he wanted, but she could give it one heck of a try.
Working her jaws back and forth against the steel shank with the soft skin coating, she let her tongue wash all around it, feeling the bulging glans press the roof of her mouth as her throat attempted to widen in an attempt to suck said glans in. She felt Hy pressing closer and closer to her, no longer pushing his face into her hairless pussy, but concentrating on stuffing his meat wand into her throat. She could see the way his testicles wobbled now, looking like a pair of golf balls in a leather sack. His scrubby pelvic bush was pressing against her chin as she felt his thick lance pry its way deeper and deeper into the flaming nave of her throat.
All Brenda could really see was the dangling sac of his hairy nuts and his furry thighs, in addition to the curve of his buttocks, barely visible between those hairy thighs. It was as if her entire world was now a jungle of masculine flesh and hair, and she was surrounded by it all forever.
Holding one of his thighs for better support, she began using her tongue now, letting the thick pole slide out of her mouth so she could lick along its full length. Whenever she got to the head, she used her tongue to probe into the tiny hole to bring out more of the lubricant she had come to find so delightfully tasty.
Brenda found herself as excited as Hy. Her strung-up thighs were shuddering. Her own naked cunt was already starting to get hot all over again. Flaming oil was washing through her tight little cunthole, and now she was eager to enjoy the masculine organ stuffed into her mouth. Her sucking became more fervid as she began pulling more of the weighty prong inside. She was salivating, drooling, and the liquid was spilling down her cheeks.
But Brenda paid no attention to the saliva. Nor did she notice the way Hy was perspiring in spite of the day's coolness. At one point, the perspiration on Hy's pelvis became so great, drops of it fell onto Brenda's face. The pungent scent of him became stronger in her nostrils. This she noticed. Not only did she notice it, but she became more and more aroused by it.
Hy was pressing his thick dong ever deeper now, not caring whether or not he strangled the brat. He was positive she could swallow all of it, and either she would, or she'd die trying.
Brenda felt the thick meat pushing ever deeper into her esophagus, now. At first she was afraid she would gag, but as he continued slowly pressing his cock down her throat, she felt her gullet widen, and slowly, very slowly, the thick, prodding cock worked its way deeper and deeper until she felt his pelvis right up against her chin. Every last millimeter of hard cock was stuffed into her. God! She felt plugged up, but it was all so good. Her own hands were gripping his hairy asscheeks so tightly, her nails were digging holes in them.
Hy trembled, then slowly pulled back, inching his massive fuck-stick out of her mouth until all but the head was feeling the cool air drying the saliva coat on it. And then he rammed it solidly down her throat, feeling it slide right in, right past the ring of her gullet.
Brenda felt his throbbing putz stroke in and out of her hungering mouth now, moving like a well-oiled piston. The hard-running pole slammed against her pharynx, filling her throat to overflowing each time, rubbing strongly against the two pressuring lips she used to encircle it.
Brenda felt Hy's hands pressing her asscheeks hard, squeezing them with almost as much fervor as she was squeezing his cheeks. He was driving into her throat so violently, had Sunny not been there, holding her head, Brenda's cranium would have been dashed to pieces against the tree trunk. His clasping arms tightly clutched her body, and Brenda felt herself becoming dizzier and dizzier. All she noted, all she cared about was the way her all-encompassing lips pulled on the solid meat moving between them.
Her hands suddenly felt his asscheeks stiffen, and Brenda became aware of what was about to happen. Just as she had tautened her entire body with her orgasm, so was Hy now ready to shoot his wad. Her leeching lips had gotten him past the point of no return, and now he was going to send a sweet load down her throat ... or since she was hanging upside down, perhaps it would have been more accurate to say, up her throat.
"Yaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!" Hy screamed, crushing Brenda's upside down body more tightly to him. He shook and trembled, making Brenda vibrate with him.
Not for an instant did Brenda think of pulling her head away. The taste of the slithery fluid glutinously sliding down her throat caused her to swallow and gulp hard. She drank the hot flow eagerly, sucking and pulling her lips tightly around the heavy man's rigid pole.
"Thatta girl, there," Hy was gasping. "Y'all got the technique right away. Yore suckin' like a real expert. Shee-it! Sunny, she'd be better'n you iff'n she had a bit more experience."
"Ain't nobody sucks cock better'n ah do," Sunny objected. "Ask thet there feller, the girl's father."
Brenda was too busy sucking to bother listening to what they were saying. Ropes of sticky liquid continued eeling their way down her throat, and realizing how much she enjoyed the taste, she went on drinking as eagerly as a calf at its mother's teat.
"Betcha the girl's ol' lady sucks better'n you," Sammy piped up, sitting on a rock near the tree where Rae Dale had been tied. "Yer a great cocksucker, ain'tcha, lady?"
Rae was too exhausted to reply, so Sammy walked over to Jerry Dale and asked, "Who sucks better? Yer wife er mah sister?"
"Your sister," Jerry replied. "My wife doesn't know how."
"Well shee-it! We done taught yer kid, ain't no reason why ah cain't teach yer wife, later on.
"Why don't you leave us alone?" Jerry asked.
"Cain't do that," Sammy told him. "Ain't hardly begun t'start usin' up you folks."
"Hey honey, lick mah balls clean," Hy insisted once his prong had shriveled in Brenda's mouth. "Jes' run your li'l ol' tongue all the way round mah sac down there, an' suck off any loose jizzum. Huh!"
Brenda needed no urging from Hy. She was already using her tongue, running it up and down the length of the deflated cock, twining around its soft root, and lapping at the hairy, wrinkled scrotum. At this point she was all hot and bothered again and wanted Hy to lick her cunt.
"Lick me," she begged, while still wiping him clean. "Please lick me again. Oh God! I'm so hot."
"Plenty o' time," Hy told her, holding the tip of his cock up with his fingers so her licking tongue could get to the underside.
"Now, now, now!" Brenda insisted.
"Shee-it!" Hy mumbled, loosening the ropes holding her upside down. "Cain't do that, now. Me 'n' Sammy gotta go git ourselves somethin' feat. We cain't jus' go on fuckin' you or yer mother without our gettin' our strength up."
He gently lowered Brenda to the ground, then had her sit against the tree, and tied her hands behind the tree. When he walked up to where she was sitting, he dangled his flaccid penis before her eyes, seeing the hungry look on her face.
Brenda was hooked on cock and she knew it. The taste of one in her mouth had driven her wild. Now she ached to feel it in her cunt and her asshole. She was sure Hy and Sammy would oblige.
"I feel cold," she complained.
"Things're gonna git plenty hot later on," Hy assured her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hy and Sammy left, but Sunny stayed behind with one of the squirrel guns.
"How about something to eat?" Rae Dale asked.
"Thass right," Sunny mused. "Yore the only one in the family what ain't had a chance to do no eatin'. Don' worry. M'brother's'll both be back soon, an' you'll have a chance t'do some cock-swallowin' jes' like yore kid. Hy's right. Ah watched her. She's good at it. Real good."
The sound of a receding truck faintly reached Brenda's ears and she knew the brothers were driving off for a little while. They probably had stored the ropes with which they had tied her in the truck.
"You have a nice body," Brenda complimented. As long as she kept Sunny from becoming angry, or irritated, there was always some chance of one of them getting loose and overpowering the hillbilly girl. But if Sunny were made angry for any reason, she would probably continually doublecheck the knots holding her family and herself tied down.
"Ah'm all right, ah reckon," Sunny nodded. "Hell, ah ain't got tits like you. What'd yore mother feed you t'git you a pair o' paps like that. I sure wish I had knobs like thet."
"You could probably still develop a bit if you had the right food," Jerry Dale told her. "And let's face it, you aren't going to get the right food around here."
"Ah ain't gonna git much of anythin' round hyar," Sunny nodded. "Mah brothers is the only really young fellers near hyar. Ah shoulda been married nigh on eight or nine year ago."
"Why do you and your brothers do things like this?" Rae Dale asked, still feeling drained.
"Y'mean why d'we screw with folks like you? Well why not? Ain't nuthin' else to do round hyar. We hunt fer our food, an' we steal stuff fer Elmer t'eat. At night we sleep in a rundown one room shack not far from hyar. But we ain' really got much else t'do. We're alia time fuckin' or some such thing. But fer the most part we gotta keep it inna family. Ain't no one else t'fuck. Then folks like you come along. Well hell! Mah brothers've been needin' some fresh nookie, an' I sure as hell need a different cock. Ah don' see what you folks are alia time complain' 'bout. Ah mean, all three of ya enjoyed what we done t'ya. Oh y'screamed a lot at first, but when it was over, y'was glad we done it."
"How much longer do you and your brothers intend holding us prisoners?" Rae asked.
"Cain't say," Sunny replied. "It's up t'Sammy, him bein' the oldest. Look lady, whyn'tcha be smart. Y'know Sammy's gonna do whatever makes him and Hy happy. They's gonna fuck you and yore daughter backwards, forwards, and inside out. Hell! They done already done somethin' to the kid upside down. Face it! The three of you is hyar t'make the three of us happy. S'long as you do jus' thet, ain' nothin' bad gonna happen."
"I'd like to take a leak," Jerry Dale announced.
"Well iff'n yore smart you'll hoi' yore water," Sunny told him. "When m'brothers get back, they'll letcha tend t'yore needs. Otherwise yore gonna have t'piss right there, on the ground."
"Have you ever done this with other strangers?" Brenda asked.
"Coupla times," Sunny admitted.
"How long did you hold onto them?" Brenda wanted to know.
"Well, we got this hyar travelin' salesman who was dumb enough t'come up four shack all by hisself. Ah had him fuckin' an' eatin' me fer three days. An' my brothers, well they corn-holed him good an' proper fer that time."
"Anyone else?" Brenda asked.
"There was these three women what was takin' some kinda survey. Hell! We held onto them fer more'n two weeks. Hy an' Sammy pronged ever'one of their holes agin an' agin. An' ah taught 'em how t'eat pussy, too. They loved it, while it lasted."
"What happened after?" Jerry Dale asked.
"They left," Sunny told him, shrugging.
She couldn't tell the Dales her brothers had shot all four other visitors. It would make them uptight and they just wouldn't perform right.
They waited for more than two hours before Sammy and Hy returned. The brothers wasted no time undressing. Sammy took his gun from Sunny and told her there was a bucket of chicken waiting for her back at the truck.
"Whyn'tcha bring it on over hyar?" Sunny asked.
"Tain't polite t'eat in front of our non-eatin' guests," Sammy explained. " 'Sides, we're all gonna git back t'the truck, anyway. Ah mean, we had ourselves a ball out hyar, but ah think we'd be better off in the privacy of our shack."
Sammy untied Brenda and her parents while Hy kept a gun on them.
"What about our clothes?" Jerry Dale asked.
"What about 'em?" Sammy shrugged. "You'll find 'em right hyar when y'get back. Ain't no one gonna trespass on Murray land."
Hy tied their arms behind them, then all three members of the Dale family walked to the truck just beyond the ridge. Sammy got behind the wheel with Sunny sitting next to him, her chicken bucket in her lap. Hy got into the back and helped Brenda, her mother, and her father up. Then Sammy drove for about five minutes until they arrived at the Murray shack. It was the kind of place that would have had to have been torn down to make room for a slum. The windows were just open holes cut in the sides of the house. The roof was half on and half off. There was an outhouse in back, and a broken down wooden fence partially encircled the place. Everything looked as if it had been built a hundred years before, and probably had been built at that time.
They left the truck and walked past a large, curious brown and white pig into the shack. The floor was raw, splintered wood, and Brenda knew they would get more than one sliver stuck in their feet. There was one large bed against the far wall with hay stuffed in the mattress. A rickety table stood off to the left with a half dozen chairs against the wall next to it.
The place reeked of unwashed human flesh, and unwashed clothing was strewn all over the floor.
"Well now," Sammy said to them, seating them in the chairs. "Ah think it's time fer a second go-round."
"I have to use the outhouse," Jerry Dale said.
"S'all right," Sammy nodded. "Ah think thet's as good a place fer ya anyway. Ah think y'oughtta stay there till we haul y'out. Now Hy, hyar, is gonna untie yore hands. But don't get no cute ideas, 'cause Sunny'd as soon shoot ya as fuck ya. You'll find some old newspaper in the outhouse, so y'kin spend some time read-in' or doin' whatever else y'need the paper fer.
Jus' don' open thet there door afore someone tells y'to. Unnerstan'."
"Yes," Dale nodded.
Brenda watched as her father was marched off to the comfort station in the backyard. Both Hy and Sunny returned a few minutes later.
"He's locked in good," Hy told Sammy. "Now what? D'we git to take the kid's cherry?"
"Later," Sammy said. "Right now ah'm gonna let you do yore specialty on the momma, hyar."
Brenda watched her mother shrink from the two men as they approached her. Sammy untied her hands and led her over to the bed. He undressed, as did Hy, and then he lay down on the bed, dragging Rae Dale with him.
Staring at her mother's body, Brenda felt as if her mother had become infinitely more beautiful, at least in her own prejudiced eyes. In the grey light inside the cabin her mother seemed exceedingly sensual. She was lying against Sammy's hairy body, her side pressed to him, one knee bent. Brenda could see the soft, fluffy patch of her mother's carefully trimmed pubic hair.
"Now le's you an' I git real friendly," Sammy said. "Y' know yore gonna do anythin' ah say, so why not do it friendlylike. Ah mean, ever'time somethin' comes to a finish, you end up likin' it all, anyway. So you just start fon-dlin' mah dick. Show your li'l girl there how t'do it."
Brenda wanted to turn her head away, knowing it wasn't right to watch what was happening to her mother. Yet she was unable to help herself.
"Hy," Sammy said to his brother. "You go ahead an' untie the girl. She ain't gonna do nothin' nohow. We don' wanna make her too uncomfittable."
Brenda rubbed her wrists when Hy took the ropes off. She noticed he took a chair next to her.
Sammy had fallen back onto the bed, lying flat head toward her. With the huge black beard covering most of him, she found it difficult to see what he really looked like.
"Now, whatcha all got t'say?" Sammy asked, looking at Rae Dale.
"Well," she mumbled, looking for a way to begin a conversation between them. "You have a goodlooking . . . uhhhh . . . well . . . penis."
"Cock, call it a cock," Sammy insisted. "Ah don' know what the hell you mean by penis. Y'call it a cock er a dick, an' I know what the hell yer talkin' 'bout."
"Yes, well you have a nice . . . cock."
Brenda stared as her mother's hand wrapped itself around the thick penis making it appear even more erect. Its thickened head seemed to glow a mottled red, even in the dimness of the cabin. For some reason it seemed to look bigger in here than it had in the open air.
Rae stared down at the hot, hard, oscillating phallus she was holding. She hadn't had a chance to really look at it before. He had flipped her onto her belly the last time, and she'd had no opportunity to examine it. Whenever she was with Jerry she took her time, looking very carefully at his phallus, almost as if she expected it to change its appearance from one time to the next.
Sammy's cock was lined with thick veins and under the softness of the outer skin was a hard solidity around which the veins wrapped themselves. It stood straight out from the thick pelvic hedge below, and Rae couldn't help mentally comparing the crop of black hair on this groin to the carefully trimmed brown hair on her husband's pelvis.
Having resigned herself to what was going to happen, Rae caressed the solid prong, tightly gripping it with her hand and pumping it. The narrow, tiny hole in the tip seemed to open and close as if puckering, trying to be kissed while Rae's hand lewdly fondled it. She jerked the hard cock from the very sensitive red tip all the way down to the hairy base, flattening the hair under her fist.
Brenda noted Sammy was calmly up on one elbow, watching what her mother was doing, a casual look in his eyes, although his body was already shuddering in response to the way she was massaging him.
"Now," Sammy whispered to Rae. "Ah want you should start suckin' mah dong."
Rae looked up into his cool, smoky brown eyes. It was of no use to plead with the man. All her previous begging hadn't done a bit of good. He had just given her an order. And she knew one way or another she would have to obey it. The wisest course of action was to therefore do as he ordered when he first ordered it, thereby avoiding any additional unpleasantness.
Brenda, staring at the way her mother's mouth was hovering over Sammy's thick thorn, had an idea she was about to start sucking. What she didn't know was this would be her mother's first effort. She had fellated a cock before her mother.
Heck! she thought. I feel so funny watching my own mother doing this with a strange man. If I had any choice I wonder if I'd be doing this.
But her mind was already spinning, eager to see her mother perform. She wanted to see her mother's technique compared to that of Sunny and her own. Would her mother really do it just as she had? Would she take the hard, stiff spike between her lips and start to suck? If she did, she had a definite advantage over Brenda. Sammy's schlong wasn't nearly as long as Hy's, nor was it as thick. Her mother would be able to swallow the whole thing without fear of choking. Also, her mother was doing it right side up, without blood rushing to her head.
"Yore maw's all right," Hy whispered to her as Rae sighed and leaned all the way down, bringing her lips close to the thick, swollen cudgel of blood filled, hardened muscle. Brenda noticed her mother's breasts dangling, and as she moved toward Sammy, Rae allowed her breasts to surround his upthrust prong. With her palms she pressed her tits together, sandwiching it tightly between, much the way Sammy and Hy had locked her between them, earlier. Then she moved her body up and down, allowing her tits to stroke the solid stanchion with their warm, yielding flesh. The mottled red knob of Sammy's stubby, twitching phallus seemed to hide itself in the soft, tender hollow between her lush, rounded tits, after which it would suddenly seem to reappear as she bobbed her torso up and down.
Brenda saw the cherry-like nipples of her mother's surrounding breasts looked erect and solid, which meant her mother was aroused by it all, as well. In the dim light of the room everything seemed so wantonly licentious. Her mother appeared to be observing some kind of pagan rite, performing whatever it was she was doing with her breasts surrounding the man's twitching cock.
She saw Sammy was wearing a big smile as he stared at the way her mother obscenely pressed her breasts around his vibrating penis. The way her mother's large, white breasts seemed to pruriently surround the throbbing red phallus began building spasms of heat inside Brenda. She suspected this was precisely what Sammy and Hy wanted. The hotter she felt, the more inclined she would be to do as they ordered. And having either seen or done just about everything they could make a woman do, she suspected they knew she wouldn't give them a hard time when told to either suck, fuck, or allow her rectum to be used.
As she stared, Brenda saw Sammy arch his hips and push the head of his cock toward her mother's lips. It touched her mother's chin, leaving a sticky residue there.
Rae felt the hot, thrusting pressure of her captor's phallus, and was first beginning to revel in the feeling when he pushed his knob against her lips. She instinctively used her tongue to lick away the colorless, sticky solution.
It was time. There was no longer any way she could avoid it. Watching what they had done to her daughter had made her sick, and she had hoped they wouldn't continue with their perversity. But there was the throbbing phallic head, its obscenely-red flesh beckoning to her, demanding obeisance in the form of oral worship.
Opening her mouth, forming a ribboned circle with her lips, she ran her tongue over them to lightly moisten them. Then she bent down and took her first tentative taste of penis. Her tongue flicked out with the speed of a rattler's tongue, licking with lightning speed at the elastic head of the solid penis.
For a short moment the entire crazy scene seemed to distort before Brenda's eyes. Watching her mother's pink tongue flick out and lick the red, uncircumcised prod, made her feel faint. It all seemed so bizarre and unbelievable, watching her mother, only a few feet away, nakedly, lustfully suck the hard cock of a total stranger. God! No matter how much fun all this seemed to be, she knew it just wasn't right.
But even the simple act of shutting her eyes seemed lost to her. The mere salaciousness of it held her hypnotized. Too, if she shut her eyes she had a feeling Hy might force her to open them again.
The man's thick cock, most of which was still surrounded by Rae's tits, seemed to enlarge somewhat because of the heavy lapping of Rae's tongue. She licked obscenely, lasciviously, hungrily up and down the entire length of his pulsing shaft, letting it slide from between her breasts as her mouth dipped lower. Her tongue flicked all around the base, then rose to the very tip where it wiped away the oozing bubbles of seminal lubrication. Drop after drop of his passion-ooze disappeared onto the tip of her tongue, pulled into her mouth so she could taste it.
Having watched her daughter and Sunny, especially Sunny, Rae had learned what it was men liked, and now put that information to good use. Her tongue was actually lashing the solid muscle, flailing it into apparent submissiveness even if Sammy still had control over her. She lasciviously painted the prong with her saliva again and again. The point of her tongue wound itself around the phallic head, drawing it closer and closer to her wet lips, then slowly, very slowly, the penial tip seemed to disappear inside the circle created by those firm, oval lips.
Rae began lapping at the penis as if it were ice cream on top of a cone. Meanwhile, one of her hands began lightly stroking the stalk of the solid member. Her other hand caressed the full balls dangling beneath. Then she did something her staring daughter didn't think she was capable of doing.
Opening her mouth very wide, she hesitated at the top of his penis for an instant, then gutturally groaning like some wanton slut, she shoved her face all the way down, gobbling up Sammy's entire length at once. She felt the hard, thick phallus shove against the back of her throat, trying to pry into her gullet. Had it been a fraction of an inch longer it would have succeeded. Her soft cheeks suddenly bloated and hollowed as she sucked madly in whorish fury, pulling on the solid pale of masculine rock. Her head remained down as she tried stuffing more inside, but there just wasn't anymore to stuff. What she had already filled her mouth to overflowing, and she began wobbling her head from side to side, then, compressing her lips tightly around the base, she slowly, oh-so-slowly, began lifting her head.
Brenda stared, gaping. At the very base of Sammy's hard cock, just above the hairline, there were imprints of Rae Dale's teeth. She had bitten him hard, and Sammy had loved it.
Now Rae began bobbing her head up and down, moving her head with a steady beat as her lips moved voraciously up and down the man's swollen dork. Her soft, red lips began tightly rolling in and out as she leeched with all her might and main. Her hands began massaging his soft, sperm-making testicles, and it became plain to Brenda her mother was totally caught up in the cocksucking effort she was expending. Her every effort became more and more intense with the passing of each second.
Remembering how her husband had moved his cock around and stuffed it into Sunny's mouth while he was eating her, Rae now twisted her body around without taking her face from Sammy's stalk. Because Sammy's head was lying toward her, Brenda now had a perfect view of the open pink gash of her mother's cunt. She could see it dripping its secretions onto Sammy's bearded face.
Brenda felt her heart pounding vibrantly. She could feel the pulses in her temples hitting like sledge hammers. Without realizing it, she began compressing her own thighs together, pushing her outer pussylips against her extended clitoris. The labia were like pliers squeezing against her clitoral bud. God! She remembered how Hy's mouth had almost sucked her soul out from between her thighs. His flaming breath had incited her own orgasm, feeling like a monsoon from Hell.
Sammy didn't have to raise his head the littlest bit as Rae parted her thighs all the more widely, lowering herself until her soaking pink dungeon was squashing against the hairy lips of Sammy's mouth. Instantly, Sammy's expert tongue slithered into the down of her pelvis, then drew a straight line into her creaming gash. Rae writhed licentiously, moving her shuddering asscheeks in response to the way his tongue stabbed right into her. With her mouth full of cock she was gasping out her pleasure for everyone to hear.
Sammy's arms surrounded her hips as well as her asscheeks. He sank his fingers into her creamy buttocks, let them slide until they met in the crevice in-between, then began tugging them apart. Brenda watched as his lapping tongue sluiced through the raw pinkness of her mother's cunt again and again, making her mother's buttocks tremble with delicious vibrancy.
Fluttering shudders of raw animalism trammeled up and down Brenda's spine as she saw the tiny, puckered hole of her mother's anus come into view. She could even see the brownish edges of the webbed flesh expand and contract in the dim light. Under it, she could see Sammy's tongue spearing into the pink wet crevice of her mother's steaming cunt, the flanged lips obscenely spread. It was amazing how his tongue looked so much like a hard cock as it stiffened and disappeared into the wet, dripping cave, driving as far in as it could go. Brenda recalled the feeling of Hy's spearing tongue in her own cunt, and sensual thrills went squirming their way through her own tender pussy. Billows of thrilling lust poured out through her, making her burn with excitement. She felt like calling out to her mother, yelling, "Suck it good, mom. Suck it good." It took all her willpower to keep silent.
Rae sighed, feeling the pulsing prong thrust deep into her mouth as she sucked on it with avaricious wonder. Her mouth was completely stuffed with the thick, rigid pillar of hard cock. And the more she rammed her head down, the harder she sucked. Excited flames of enlarging passion swelled in her gut, increasing with ever-mounting delight caused by the wild tongue-fucking Sammy was throwing into her. They were locked together in an erotically overpowering position, each trying to give and receive at the same time.
It was Sammy's first experience with a sixty-nine, as well. Whenever his sister went down on him, he made certain she finished blowing him before he would even consider lapping her. He had no idea why he'd let the woman work him into a sixty-nine position, but now that she'd done it, he was enjoying the hell out of it.
They rolled and twisted together, she above him, her naked, white buttocks quivering and shaking as he kept them pulled apart and stabbed his tongue into her fuming pit over and over. All the while Rae felt the mighty, hardened steel phallus being rammed into her throat again and again. Each time the tempo increased, it appeared as if they were going at it at their top speed, and each time the tempo increased again. Rae had never begun to guess at the wonderful pleasure involved in sucking a cock. She had been blinded to these wonderful things by her mother's superstitious beliefs all her life.
Brenda's vitals were aflame with the passionate fires of lust and desire. Her having had an orgasm was what caused these burning sensations to develop in her body. She gazed raptly at the nakedly entwined pair in a funk of overwhelming lusting wantonness. She sat forward in the chair, feeling her heavy young breast dangling in front of her. Her pair of tingling nipples were fully extended like a pair of hard brads, and it took all her willpower not to touch herself.
And then she felt a pair of hands on her breasts. At first she thought it was Hy, but Hy was sitting in the chair next to hers, tugging on his meat, apparently getting ready to use it on her mother, as well. The hands belonged to Sunny. The hillbilly girl was kneading her nipples from behind, squeezing and massaging her breasts in sweat-aroused hands. And Brenda felt her nipples burn at the touch of the other girl. Her breast tips were taken between Sunny's thumbs and forefingers and rolled and pinched to build greater arousal in her body. Thrilling sensory delights moved through her nervous system like an electric current. It was as if Sunny was building her up for what would happen, later.
Rae's head, looking more lovely than ever with a fat cock bloating her cheeks, bobbed up and down all the more rapidly, and Brenda envied her mother for being able to suck a cock, while all she could do was sit there and watch. She stared as her mother's mouth stroked its way along the full length of the solid flesh-pipe with faster and faster strokes. All the while she churned her twin-mooned buttocks down hard against Sammy's face, thrilling to the knifing tongue as it cut into her vaginal tract again and again. He was swabbing it into her heated pussy with the power of a tiger licking into a tub of butter. And now his fingers were digging into the crevice of her ass, seeking to tease and entice the tight, rubbery muscle of her sphincter. She rammed her buttocks back against the hard, teasing fingers playing there, as if begging for him to probe her anal passageway. She had been ass-fucked once that day, and already enjoyed it. A finger would be child's play after having taken his cock in there.
As Brenda continued watching, her tongue hanging out, she saw Sammy shove two of his fingers into the tight, hot depths of her mother's squeezing rectum, pushing them in up to the second knuckles. He instantly began sawing them in and out in time to the way his tongue was plunging in and out of her steaming hot-box.
The salacious sight sent trembling ripples through Brenda's body, just as the pressure of the fingers made her mother writhe all the more. Intensive, overpowering madness sent sparks of joy sizzling through her rectum as the lapping tongue continued slurping against her enraged cunt. The tongue worked all the more furiously on her sensitive clitoris, causing an uncontrollable explosion of intensive heat-blasts to work through her rectum.
Brenda felt Sunny's fingers slowly moving down between her thighs. Oooooh yes, Sunny was going to do nice things to her. She felt the girl's fingertips pressing into the soft center of her puddled pussy. Sensuously, the chilling hand rubbed into the lubricating fluid seeping from her swelling pussy lips. The static coming from Sunny's fingers as they pressed the tiny, solid nub of her throbbing clit made Brenda gasp with unexpected shock. The overpowering contact made her entire body shudder.
Through the haze of her own erotic sensuality, Brenda was certain her mother's oral/ genital pleasures were coming to an end, but then she saw Hy get up from beside her and walk over to the naked, thrashing couple.
Hy trundled up to the erotically joined couple with a big smile on his face, and Brenda stared. She watched as he gazed down on the couple, then suddenly his ass seemed to block Brenda's view. And with Sammy still licking Rae's twat, Hy began pressing his throbbing cock head against the narrow space of her asshole, now-vacated by Sammy's fingers. And Rae never once stopped her erotic sucking of Sammy's throbbing meat.
Feeling Hy attempting to push into her rectum, Rae raised her ass all the higher, now eager to feel a phallus invade her posterior. She shuddered with wanton delight as Hy pressed the heavy bulb of his thick dick against her tiny asshole.
She felt Hy's finger yanking her asscheeks apart as Sammy continued his lapping of her blistering cunt. Hy moved a little to the side to get better aim, thus affording Brenda a look at what was going on. She could see the tiny twitching asshole of her mother with the monstrous glans of Hy's solid log pressed against it. The tiny rictus was tugged wide, quaking with eagerness to be filled. The sphincter of her mother's asshole looked like a tiny mouth trying to suck the phallus in. And all the while Rae continued her licentious sucking on Sammy's hard cock.
Little by little the monstrous cock pushed forward, and the tiny opening stretched and stretched until it had opened up enough to engulf the massive cock. Hy let his blood-swollen glans rest teasingly at the edge of Rae's eager asshole for just a moment, its shining head of red flesh pulsing anxiously between the white, ovoid cheeks of her wonderful ass. Hy was already panting, anticipating how it would feel. Gripping his staff with his hand, he used it to tease the anal ring a little, widening it somewhat, moving the head of his cock around and around inside. All the while, Sammy, who was still knifing his tongue into Rae's hot cunt, stared at the way his brother was tantalizing the woman's asshole. Brenda realized the older brother was as excited watching, as he was performing.
"Shove it in," Sammy yelled, taking time out from his cunt-lapping to get Hy to stop teasing the woman.
"Mmmmpphhhhhhhh . . ." was all Rae could say, her mouth obscenely stuffed with all that phallic meat. She was writhing in her anguish in her bent-over position, trying desperately to spear her asshole onto the long, thick lance poised against her rubbery sphincter.
Hy gripped Rae's hips, and with a vengeance he responded to his brother's command by thrusting forward with abrupt force. Brenda was certain her mother would have fallen flat had not Sammy been supporting her and Hy been gripping her hips.
Totally unaware of her own astonished gasp, Brenda watched the barber pole-like phallus attached to Hy Murray go screaming into the tightness of her mother's rectum. She expected her mother to scream in agonized pain, as the phallus literally ploughed its way into the narrow, squeezing channel. And Rae, feeling terrific pain with the pleasure, was grateful for it, because she knew the pain would shortly disappear while the pleasure would become overwhelming.
"Aaayyyyyaaaaiiiiiiirrrrgggghhhh . . ." Rae screamed with Sammy's phallic prod still muffling her voice. Her head began bobbing up and down all the faster on Sammy's upthrust rod, as if nodding her head in approval of the rectal entry. Her muffled cry was loud enough to drown out Brenda's whimper which sounded again as Hy rammed his rock-solid cock in and out of the raw, screaming tunnel of Rae's anal passageway.
Wide-eyed with amazement, Brenda stared at the thick monstrous pole plowing unrelentingly back and forth in the tight, narrow confines of the lasciviously-widened asshole. It drove its full, hard length all the way into her mother's rectum, and his thighs slapped against her mother's asscheeks. Relentlessly he slammed his meat into her, cramming his hairy flesh against Rae's smooth, white, upturned ass, his bushy pubic hair matting down and rising again. His weighty testicles swung forward with overpowering force, almost hitting his brother in the forehead as Sammy continued his lustful lapping.
"Oooommmphhhh . .. oooommmmphhhh . .." her mother seemed to cry out, as if giving verbal approval to all that was happening.
The trio were screwing madly away as Hy continued plunging in and out of Rae's tight asshole, while Sammy licked in and out of her seething cunt, and she continued reaming his hard, stubby cock against her tongue and palate. They were pagans all insane with religious lust. Her mother's lovely face continued sucking at the short, fat cock, and Brenda had to admit, she could never remember when her mother's face looked better to her. Her contorted, twisted facial features were looks of rapt wonder.
Brenda could see Sammy's hips working all the more furiously now, ramming his throbbing cock into Rae's mouth with increased vigor, trying to touch her esophagus with his rubbery glans. He was pounding into her mouth with stronger and stronger thrusts.
And in the meanwhile, Brenda was getting all the hotter, herself.
Brenda trembled as she heard the obscene gasps coming from Sammy. His mouth was glued to her mother's dribbling cavern and any words he might have said were completely unintelligible. She could only guess the sight of Hy's phallus plunging into her mother's ass was having its effect on Sammy as he watched the throbbing pole continually sliding into her garishly straining anal cavity. It was fairly plain Sammy wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
"Oooommmphhhh . . . harder . . ." Brenda was barely able to distinguish as his tongue returned to probing into Rae's flustered vagina.
God! Brenda thought. I want a hot, hard cock in my cunt. The taste of one almost drove me crazy, earlier. Imagine what it would be like to have a hard, burning pole reaming me out down to my very core.
Sunny was now kneeling in front of where she sat, staring into her tight, virgin pussy as she continued working her fingers in and out of Brenda's squeaky-tight box. The sounds and sights of what was happening on the bed were affecting her even more than Brenda. She knew she was hot for more action, lost in a lusting glare of brilliant, erotic arousal as she continued hearing the wanton groans of the trio on the bed.
Brenda leaned back in the chair, completely surrendering her own creaming cunt to Sunny's fingers as they increased her libidinous desires. Mad, torturous desire filled her body and brain. She thrilled to the flaming touch of Sunny's fingertips as they continued stroking between her soft, hair-ringed outer labia, slowly moving farther into her sopping pussy. She felt the teasing fingers continue to touch the flaming liquid interior of her ever-mounting joy.
Sunny's other hand reached up and began tweaking Brenda's nipples again, kneading the pliant hillocks of her breasts, while playing on the hardness of her nipples as if they were guitar strings waiting to be strummed. Each nipple came to hard, quivering enlargement, standing out like tiny rubber spikes. The continued touching of them sent tremulous shiver-ings of delight shooting through her aching interior.
Her eyes were locked on the threesome on the bed. Her brain filled itself with the overpowering erotic sights of the madly-writhing trio. The woman was no longer her mother. Rather she was a wanton whore who fucked and sucked anyone for her own misbegotten pleasure. Brenda wanted to be that way, as well. The thrilling, virulent visions whirled in her mind, lashing her vibrantly blistering desire with a maddening tempo. The sight of Sammy's stubby, fat cock plunging exotically into her mother's eager mouth while his own stiff tongue wetly scoured her tight, reddened cunt as his fingers dug licentiously into the soft white cheeks of Rae's ass, made Brenda want to scream for it to happen to her. And Hy's thick maypole stuffing itself into the tiny, narrow, constricting tunnel of her mother's anal rictus, driving it in until the entire length had been hammered into the flaming depths of her mother's rectum, made Brenda wonder why people had time for anything else with so many sexual things to do.
Mounting, spreading flames blasted through Brenda's sensuous own virgin center, the throbbing cadence in her unpenetrated channel an all-consuming throb of agonizingly sweet, sodden sensitivity. Whatever part of her conscious mind remained, now directed itself to somehow or other reaching satisfaction against Sunny's fingers.
"Finger me," she gasped to Sunny, who until then had been playing with her outer and inner labia as well as with her breasts.
Sunny, seeing the need on Brenda's face, sank her middle finger deep into the unbelievable tightness of the girl's vaginal divide, feeling the all-consuming heat of Brenda's inner, raging fire almost burn her finger off. The contagious lasciviousness of what she was watching had become too overpowering. It was one of the reasons why Sunny had turned away from the trio on the bed.
Brenda felt the licentious embrace of sheer physical urging wrap itself around her as the folds of her vagina tightly enclosed themselves around the probing digit of Sunny's finger. The tight resistance of her close-together cunt walls slowly, very slowly, yielded to the writhing pressure of Sunny's finger. Her hot, sopping walls contracted closely around her long, insinuated finger, and only Sunny's shoulders between her thighs kept her from shutting her legs. Her rounded cuntlips arched upward, letting the entire length of Sunny's finger finally enter her.
"Shee-it!" Sunny whispered. "Y'all ain't got no cherry."
"Lost it last year ... playing tennis," Brenda gasped.
Now Brenda's body began rhythmically humping up and down against the thrusting finger. She felt Sunny cramming it all the way in, pressing it aganst her upper vaginal wall.
"Aaaagggghhhhhhmmmmphhhh!" Rae Dale screamed, her mouth still stuffed with cock, as the thrusting of Hy's cock in her tight asshole brought her to an unbelievable anal climax. Her head still nodded up and down very swiftly, her pulling lips vampirically trying to suck the sperm from Sammy's driving whang.
Brenda, totally absorbed in the pressure of Sunny's finger, heard absolutely nothing. She rammed her seething, avaricious pussy up and down along the length of Sunny's driving digit, completely oblivious to all save her own satisfaction. As it was, Sunny's rapidly pistoning finger was picking up speed. The wet, tight walls of her flaming vaginal channel was creating a fantastic amount of suction, pulling the finger ever deeper, building an intense urgency inside her. Her orgasm-oriented desires made her lust-incensed body gyrate ecstatically. Wild, erotic turbulence continued mounting inside her.
Because she had become so intensely aroused watching her mother and the two hillbillies, it didn't take Brenda long to reach the ultimate peak of overpowering sensation. Every nerve and muscle was electrified with the carnality of what she was doing, and her naked torso suddenly stiffened, seized by a maddening spasm. She felt herself at the very pinnacle of it all, hanging, as it were, out in space for an eternally long moment before being overpowered. She was close, very close to that ultimate release now, and then it suddenly seemed to drift away from her, as if one thrusting finger in her tight twat was no longer good enough. Before her eyes, the immense pole of Hy Murray was plunging in and out of her mother's narrow rectum. His broad fleshy pillar of solid cock widely expanded the stretching anal muscle as it rammed with mach 10 velocity into the hidden darkness of Rae's tight asshole.
That's what I need, Brenda thought. That's what I need, something stretching my rear the way its stretching my mother's ass.
"My asshole," she whispered to Sunny, sliding her body farther forward so only the edge of her spine rested on the seat. "Finger my asshole, too."
Sunny stopped caressing Brenda's breasts with her one hand while her other finger continued plunging in and out of the virgin girl's tight twat. She let the forefinger of her other hand slide between the hairless buttocks, groping into the moistened, velvet valley between. Without being able to look, her finger found the crinkled pucker, and pressed. Brenda jumped, feeling pain. Though her cunt had been tight, there had been no pain when Sunny had shoved a finger in that hole. But there was pain now, as Sunny wormed her finger in quickly, pushing past the resisting rubbery ring.
Brenda stiffened for a moment because of the pain, but was too sensually aroused to care. She was desperate for that orgasm which had escaped her. Her body rotated madly now, feeling the finger in her asshole up to the first knuckle. Her hot, rubbery anal channel clutched the finger and compressed tightly around the intruding digit. Sunny, undaunted, kept pushing, stuffing it somewhat deeper into the wonderfully tight, gripping rectum. Little by little it kept on moving in until the full length was inside.
Brenda felt Sunny's hands move as if they were fighting one another around her nether organs, moving through her moistly pulsating genitals with lightning speed. She felt both fingers speedily moving in and out as if aware of her frenzied need. Her legs stretched widely now, her naked buttocks slamming themselves against the edge of the chair. She wanted to scream out her lust as her hot, contracting pussy spasmed wildly around the inthrust finger while her rectal tube continued gripping the other finger. Drooling oil built up in her cunt until she was no longer able to contain it and it came spilling out of her, dripping along her crack, onto her perineum, into her ass-fissure, against her anus.
And then it hit her. It hit her with the same intense velocity she'd felt when Hy had been sucking her clitoris.
"Waaaaauuuuugggghhhhh!" she wailed, her voice filling the entire room, coming back to her ears again and again.
She writhed madly on Sunny's fingers, then gasped, "No more, no more. Can't stand it . . . too sensitive . . ."
And even when Sunny withdrew her fingers, Brenda continued writhing and bucking in the chair. Slowly her climax settled, and she fell back against the back of the chair, gasping and out of breath.
Looking at her mother and the two men still humping away on the bed, she realized she hadn't disturbed them at all. She could see the strained look on her mother's face, letting her know how oversensitive the older woman felt now that she had enjoyed an orgasm. Still, her mouth continued working, and she kept her ass nice and loose, letting Hy plough in with vicious force.
Sammy's face was the one really creased, and Brenda could tell he was all set to come. He was gasping, his breath quick and short, and then he took a tight grip on Rae's head and forced her face deeper into his loins, not letting her come up for air as he yelled a loud, "Gaaaaaahhhhaaaaannnnggggghhhh!"
His body humped and bucked up wildly, slamming away at her soft cheeks as his hands kept her face pressed into his pelvis in the hope he could stuff his cock into her throat.
Rae tasted the load of sperm he'd dredged up, realizing he'd shot one helluva lot more into her ass, earlier in the day. She had been prepared to dislike the taste of the gummy liquid, but discovered she neither liked nor disliked it. And if it made the man happy, she could swallow it without any ill feeling in her stomach.
But even as she thought this, she could hear Hy bellow a loud, "Waaaaaahhhoooooo!" And another hot load filled her ass. And Hy kept pumping until his pud was so soft, it fell out of its own accord.
Sunny was the only one in the room still unsatisfied.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ah took the heat from your daughter," Sunny said to Rae Dale. "Ever'one in this room, 'cept fer me, is too weak to move. Now I am' dumb enough t'let yore man outta the outhouse, cuz mah brothers ain' got the strength t'pick up a gun.
"What do you want?" Rae gasped, feeling tired.
"Ah wantcha t' eat mah pussy," Sunny told her.
Rae stared up at the young girl as the latter stripped and could see her inflamed body in need of satisfaction. Brenda was sprawled out on the chair across the room, and the two Murray brothers had rolled onto the floor near the bed. But Rae knew she, herself hadn't enough strength to get either one of the guns. Nor did she have enough strength to get up and let her husband out of the outhouse.
Sunny knelt by the bed, and lowering her face, let it touch Rae's oversensitive flesh. Rae realized there was no way to avoid this, so she decided it would be best to get it over with as quickly as possible, even if the idea of putting her mouth on the girl's furry cunt seemed obnoxious.
Sunny lapped Rae all over, licking the hot cream out of her ass, and even sucking Sammy's residue from Rae's mouth. Then she hovered over Rae's face, her knees on either side of the woman's head, letting the older woman stare into her damp pussy.
"Lap it, lady," she insisted. "Y'all lap it good, now. Ah want t' feel yore tongue stickin' in mah hot hole, while yore teeth chew mah pussyhairs."
Without waiting for a reply, she pressed her steaming muff against Rae's lips.
Rae realized it had to be done, now. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, letting it lick through the aromatic forest on Sunny's pelvis. Almost instantly the hot, creaming lips of Sunny's cunt opened themselves to her tongue, and for the first time in her life, Rae tasted the tang of pussy. She touched the labia reluctantly at first, then her tongue sprang out as if it had been uncoiled, shooting as far up into Sunny's depths as it could go. Strange, wonderful tastes filled her mouth. She even recognized what she knew to be the taste of her husband's sperm, finding it infinitely more to her liking than Sammy's gummy spurting. Rae put her hands on Sunny's ass to hold her steady as her tongue continued lapping through the shuddering channel. She used her tongue in Sunny's cunt much the way Sammy had used his, in her own. As more and more of the liquid continued pouring into her mouth, Rae realized she was gorging herself on it. Her tongue had become a sponge, sopping up every last bit of the delicious ooze.
When Sunny pushed her cunt forward, Rae found herself licking the young girl's asshole. It made Sunny stiffen immediately, and scream, "Oooooooooh yeah, yore jus' like that man o' your'n. He knows how flap m'asshole, too."
Both women were so absorbed in what they were doing, neither noticed the strength flowing back into Brenda. As the young girl watched the spectacle on the bed, she realized this was her chance to get away. She'd run and find help somewhere and bring it back.
Both Hy and Sammy were sprawled out on the floor, and somehow they'd managed to get hold of their guns. There was no chance of Brenda getting her hands on one of those.
Standing up, she noticed no one was looking at her. Hy had his eyes half-closed, and Sammy was already snoring.
Quietly walking toward the door, she made her way out of the hut and started hurrying toward the rear. She thought about letting her father out of the outhouse, but sitting in front of the door with the half moon on it was the brown and white pig. And from the way the pig was looking at her body, she had more than an inkling of what was going on in its simple mind. Sunny had talked about having had relations with the pig, and in the pig's brain, if one female human liked fooling around, they all did.
No, Brenda thought to herself. Better not go near that pig.
Instead, she turned around and started heading away from the cabin. She moved at a trot, her firm breasts jiggling up and down in rhythm with the cheeks of her ass. The ground hurt her feet. She wasn't used to going without shoes.
There was a wooded area off to the left, the direction from which they had come. Brenda decided her best chance lay in hurrying in that direction, and if she went through the woods, she'd at least have the trees to cover her nakedness.
She jogged for nearly an hour, feeling herself getting more and more lost. But she kept on moving, hoping somehow she'd come to some semblance of civilization.
Her rumbling stomach told her she was hungry. She was also thirsty. Still, she kept moving as early afternoon became late afternoon.
Her lungs were burning now, and she could hardly talk any longer. Even so, she kept putting one foot in front of the other.
Abruptly she found herself standing in a clearing. Facing her were two men, both of whom looked old enough to be her grandfather. But the looks on their faces were anything but grandfatherly. They had been cooking a rabbit they had caught over an open fire, but when Brenda stumbled onto them, both were willing to let the food go. One look at her naked body was all they needed.
From the look of the clothes they were starting to shuck, Brenda guessed them to be on a similar mental level to the Murrays. She wanted to get away from them, but had no more strength. She collapsed on the ground as they finished undressing.
Golly! she thought to herself, feeling her age. She was a helpless little girl, and there was no way she could defend herself or ward off the two men.
As they approached, she could smell them above the roasting meat over the fire. Neither one had probably ever been near water of any kind. The strong stench emanating from them let her know they probably had never even heard of toilet paper, either.
Their old bodies looked grizzled and skinny. She could see their dangling penises. Neither one seemed able to build an erection for himself.
"Hey Sy," the first one mumbled. "Lookee hyar. We done got us a real young chicken. Still ain' got no body hair."
"Well Cal," the second one said through his gums. "Ah reckon we should oughtta use 'er afer we gets any older an' cain't."
"She looks kinda hungry," the one called Cal said.
"Well then, give 'er a li'l o' the rabbit meat," Sy muttered, "but ah'd ruther hev her eatin' m'own meat."
Brenda fainted after that and didn't hear anything. When she did wake up, her head was pillowed in the lap of the older man while the younger one was holding a bit of meat to her mouth. Ravenous, she ate it, allowing him to feed her more. The entire time she was acutely-conscious of the dangling penis pressing against the back of her head.
"Where y'comin' from all nekkid like thet," the one called Cal asked.
Brenda wanted to tell him, but all she could do at that moment was break into tears. She cried for a good three minutes, and when the tears had stopped flowing, she realized the two grizzled old men were no less horny than the Murray brothers.
"Please," she said to them. "I have to help my parents. They're at the cabin of two men and a girl who found us after we'd fallen into the river.
"Ain't many other girls round hyar," Sy mumbled. "Must be them Murrays agin. They'se alius gittin' in evr'body's way. Iff'n we wuz a mite younger we might go after 'em, but it don't pay none, now. They'se gonna die out soon enuff. Ever'body in these hyar parts has screwed thet there Sunny, an' she ain' never been able t'hev no kids. Both her brothers been pumpin' 'er ever since she was four, an' they ain't been able to father no kids on her, neither. The Murrays is gonna die out all by their-selves."
"But they have my parents," Brenda objected. "I need help to free my folks."
"Honey, you go git the law an' yore folks is dead meat. Afore they start runnin', the Mur-rays'd put a bullet tween both their eyes."
"What can I do?" Brenda sobbed, then stiffened as she felt Cal's hand wander between her own thighs.
"All y'kin do is stay clear o'the Murrays an' hope they'll letcher folks go by theirselves. An' while yer waitin', s'pose we do somethin' t'help pass the time."
"No," Brenda screamed, kicking out at Cal. "You're both dirty old men."
She tried sitting up, but the one called Sy gripped her neck tightly.
"Guess we cain't help it, our bein' old an' all," Sy told her. "Ain't much difference twixt a dirty ol' man and a dirty young man, nohow. Now iff'n you wuz with them there Murrays, ah got reason t'believe they showed y'all the things that need doin'. So fer openers, how's fer usin' that purty li'l mouth o' your'n on m'dick."
Before Brenda could reply, the crack of a rifle was heard, and Cal, the one standing near Brenda, developed a third eye in the middle of his forehead. When Sy let Brenda's head drop and attempted to stand, a bullet caught him in the temple, and he went down, permanently.
"Now why'd you run off thetaway?" Hy Murray asked, walking over to her, carrying his smorking rifle. "See whatcha made me do. Ah hadda go kill off two of m'neighbors."
Seeing Hy's swollen body come into view, Brenda began sobbing uncontrollably. There was no escape from these hill men.
Hy hadn't bothered putting on his shirt to go after Brenda. Once he'd seen she was gone, he'd slipped into his coveralls and followed her trail. She'd left an easy one to follow, marked by muddy footprints and broken twigs.
Walking over to her prostrate body, he bent down, picked her up with one hand, and tossed her over his shoulder.
"This hyar walk'll do us both some good," Hy told her. "You kin rest while I carry y'back, and ah kin work meself up f'you. Tonight, after supper, me an' Sammy're gonna have ourselves a real ball with you."
"Have you hurt my parents?" Brenda asked.
"Naw," Hy assured her. "Hell! We done locked Sunny in the outhouse with yer old man so's they kin ball it up in there. Sammy's keepin' yer maw company, but he ain' doin' nuthin' with 'er. He's plumb tuckered out after the way she done sucked him off. She's got 'erself one heck of a mouth, there."
The walk back was bumpy, and not even the fat on Hy's shoulders could cushion the shaking up Brenda received. In almost no time she was back at the cabin, where she saw her mother asleep on the bed while Sammy just sat in a chair nearby.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You shouldn'a run off like thet," Sammy said that evening, as the four of them sat around the table finishing the rabbit meat Hy had brought back with Brenda.
"Don't hurt her," Rae begged, putting a hand on Brenda's wrist.
"Well, y'know she should oughtta be taught a lesson," Sammy belched. "But ah tell y'what. Ah'm a forgivin' soul, an' iff'n she does what she's tol' tonight, ah won' hurt her none."
"We'll do anything you say," Rae insisted, and Brenda knew her mother spoke for her, as well.
"Well, the time has come fyore sweet li'l girl t'get her first real fuck," Sammy said. "Now after ah'm done fuckin' her, you two kin join in, but ah'm goin' in first."
Standing up, he hauled Brenda up by the wrist and dragged her over to the bed.
"We'se gonna do this real reefined," Sammy told her. "We'se usin' a bed. Ah ain' gonna letcha git no splinters in thet thar nice ass."
He threw her down on the mattress and fell right beside her, his breath hot in her face. Brenda cringed, seeing the cruelty in Sammy's eyes, and a whimper came from her throat.
His hands were on her firm, resilient breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pulling at their pale, rounded contours. She squirmed as his fingers began pulling on her brownish-pink nipples, rubbing and teasing them until they were fully erect. Then his hungry lips fell to her tits, greedy to taste them, anxious to know the feel of them on his tongue. Brenda felt him bite down hard. He actually bit through the outer layer of rubbery skin covering her nipples, and it hurt. Yet she didn't dare cry out. But then she felt a new wetness on one of her nipples and realized he had bitten down so hard he had drawn blood. His lashing, licking tongue worked furiously on the nipple as, like an oversized mosquito, he seemed to try sucking all the blood from the cut.
"Owwwwww!" Brenda yelled without meaning to.
"Hurts a li'l?" Sammy asked, smiling wickedly.
"Hurts a lot," Brenda replied.
"Well thass tuff," he laughed, and put his mouth back on the sore nipple.
She was writhing from the pain, so Sammy pinioned her arms to keep her flat as he continued sucking. She was pressed into the bed by his superior weight and strength. She felt as if a heavy barbell was pressing against her chest. Hy, for all his greater weight, treated her more gently.
Her long, brown hair flailed out as her head whipped from side to side. Agony burned through her nipple, making her lovely face grimace with twisted lines.
She knew Sammy was punishing her for running away, no matter what he'd said. He hadn't been anywhere near this rough with her mother. He intended hurting her a lot more before he was through. And through it all he was intent on one basic thing; his own sexual satisfaction. He was going to fuck her. He was going to jam his ramrod all the way up into her tight cunt. Even if she had no hymeneal membrane, the stretching of her vaginal walls by his thick cock would be very painful if he didn't wait for her to get wet enough inside.
"Please," Brenda begged. "I'll do it all. Just don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."
But Sammy only leered and dug his strong fingers into the delicate white flesh between her thighs. She wriggled under his squeezing grip in the hope of getting him to loosen his hold.
Sammy was enjoying himself. There was more than a little of the sadist in him, and he intended teaching the little bitch a good lesson. But he wouldn't go too far, yet. He wanted to go on using her for as long as he could, which meant he couldn't whale the tar out of her no matter how much it would have pleased him.
Rae stared at the way her daughter was being mauled, and she felt an inner pain. It was bad enough being forced to witness this. But to be helpless and know she could do nothing about it only made her feel worse. Her daughter's body was a stunning thing, and it was being wasted on a human gorilla; a man with no sensitivity whatsoever. He'd have gotten as much enjoyment from fucking a chimpanzee. Brenda's body was a visually-stimulating treat a normal man would have really enjoyed. The mere sight of it would start any regular man's heart pounding.
"Ummph!" Brenda grunted as she felt Sammy suddenly ram his middle finger into her tight, hot, fleshy causeway. He worked the finger around and around inside, trying to widen the passage somewhat in preparation for his throbbing cock. Once again the short, stubby phallic extension was at full mast and ready to be used. It twitched as it throbbed, and Rae, in spite of the anger she felt for the man, was terribly aroused. He had done an excellent job of turning her into a wanton. The mere sight of a penis did all kinds of things to her, now. Her hot cunt twitched, and she felt tiny spasms in her rectum, as well as an overpowering urge to suck on it. Yet she couldn't do all these things at the same time, assuming she and her family did manage to safely return to civilization. She knew she would go on being faithful to her husband, which meant only one penis could enter her at a time, and it could enter her in only one place at a time.
Brenda felt Sammy ram a second finger into her tight, dry, unready hole, moving it in with a hard plunge. Any effort she made to clamp her thighs together were aborted by his knees pressing between her legs.
Sammy's mouth continued its furious sucking on the nipple he'd made bleed, and Brenda could feel the heat of his mouth starting to get to her. In spite of all of the pain, her nipple was now fully-erect.
The degradation and hurt of Sammy's lascivious anger made Brenda automatically struggle, even though she hadn't wanted to do so. But she, like her mother, had learned so much about eroticism that day, in spite of Sammy's cruelty, deep down she knew she was becoming aroused. Even so, the arousal wasn't nearly enough to make up for the humiliation and hurt she felt.
The pressure of his fingers in her pussy was starting to make it moist, and deep in her cervix she could feel static electricity starting to build as the heel of his hand accidentally brushed her clitoris. Yes, he was starting to build a strong heat inside her, now.
But before she could start enjoying these feelings, she felt Sammy tug his fingers from her weeping cunt while taking his mouth from her nipple. He flung her down, shoved her thighs apart, and slid between them, his hands pressing on her shoulders, holding her against the mattress. Now all she could see was the crazy, overpowering lust building in his eyes. Yes, he was angry, all right. He was very angry. How dare she take her pussy from him before he'd had a chance to defile it with his cock. Well he was going to remedy that, right now. She could see the wanton desire in his eyes. She could feel the pressure of the short, stubby cock rubbing against her thigh, pointing at her bare, open pussy. And she could see the way he was staring between her thighs like a starving dog about to pounce on its food. Brenda felt her slender body shudder violently.
"Oh Goddddd!" Brenda gasped, shutting her eyes for a moment. "Please," she whispered. "Please, do whatever you want, but for God's sake don't hurt me. Oh please!"
But Sammy continued staring down at the wet, pink cut he knew he would split wide open. He was no longer bothering to listen to her. Brenda, seeing that, stiffened, preparing her body for his hard invasion. She was certain this thick, short phallus would rip her entire body right up the middle.
She turned her head away, trying to force the picture of his phallus from her mind, but there was Hy, naked, with a bigger one. The huge, monolithic pestle protruded like an oversized boom from the tight thicket of curling pelvic hair above. The dangling sac containing his twin cannonball-sized testicles swung loosely between his thighs. Brenda knew the sperm inside Hy's balls were as anxious for release as were the sperm in Sammy's heavy nuts. In her mind's eye she could see Sammy's short, heavy prong spurting its droplets of seed into her, and it frightened her as much as it aroused her.
She could see Sammy was too far gone to be contained, watching the hunger in his eyes as he stared at her smooth young pussy nestled between her slender, columnar thighs. There seemed to be something about her seething pussy that made him feel even more charged up. She guessed he was aroused by his knowing no one had ever plumbed its depths before. And yet, his stare caused her to blush, making her pink lips that much more passionate in appearance. The way her tight pink slit opened, revealing small, arousing droplets of colorless oil seemed to build his passion to greater heights. At that moment Brenda realized Sammy felt erotically aroused as never before.
From the corner of her eye she saw why. On the table was a jug of corn liquor. Hy and Sammy had taken turns pulling at it for awhile, and the alcohol was burning in their systems. This created an artificial heat in them, and it added itself to the heat of arousal. So Sammy was hotter at the sight of her dripping cunt than he might otherwise have been, and as a result it was plain to Brenda he wanted the folds of her vagina tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock as quickly as possible.
She watched him grasp his hot cock and slowly move forward between her thighs, sliding his hips along until the thick, spongy, mottled flesh of his swollen penial tip made direct contact with the hotly diffused wetness of her seething snatch. He began using his heavy prod like a wedge, sliding it up and down in her leaking furlined gash until he was able to separate the thick, sticky labia of her defensively tight pussy.
Brenda sighed when his bulblike tip brushed itself against her swollen little clitoris. As far as Sammy was concerned, the sigh was as good a sign as any she was ready for a sound fucking. His ears were closed to any pleas she might make as he poised his phallus against the divided doors closing off the entrance to her vaginal thruway.
Brenda was totally resigned to her defloration as she felt Sammy hump forward, desperately grinding his broad prong between the labial folds of her unprepared pussy. Any plea she might make would bounce off his ears like sonar. His determination to rape her was plain.
"Uhhhh!" she yelped as he pressed forward, applying pressure against her womb. His weight seemed to become heavier and heavier as he thrust his body against hers, and the pain was becoming unbearable. He wanted to tear her inner tissues clear out.
"Yaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh ..." she screamed, pounding her fists on his broad back. "Hurts, hurts . . . can't . . . uhhhh . . . take it."
Her virginal pussy was a tight rubber band refusing to surrender to the pressure he was applying. Brenda felt searing flame tear through her membranes as Sammy continued pushing his thick muscle into her with all his strength. His stiff, unbending piston was an unyielding ramrod, as rigid as it had ever been.
Sammy felt excitement surging through him as he attempted to push in, deeper. He had thought fucking the mother in the ass and in the mouth was fun. It was nothing compared to burying his stiff prick in the unused cunt of this kid.
Imagine! Twelve year ol an' still unfucked. That mus' be some kinda record. Well 'twas a record he was 'bout to bring to an end. Dumb Easterners. Young pussy wuz the best."
Brenda felt her thighs being forced more widely apart by Sammy's knees, and she knew her time was at hand. He flexed his asscheeks, then drove forward, hard, slamming his aching, throbbing cock all the way into the tightness of her squeezing pussy. Her cuntal membranes felt like hot saran wrap as they folded themselves over his member.
"Yiiiiiiiiiaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!" Brenda screamed as white hot lances of agonizing pain seared her inner canal.
The agony flared through her exquisitely young body as if a white hot steel sword had been driven into her. Her formerly virgin pussy now stretched widely and painfully because of Sammy's onslaught as it grudgingly widened to accept the thick, spongy dome of the brutally attacking cock inside her. It hurt beyond any feeling she might have imagined.
When Sammy's Neanderthal mouth came crashing down on hers, Brenda whipped her head from side to side in an attempt to escape his slobbering kisses. His tight arms felt like the paws of a bear surrounding her, squeezing her until she opened her mouth to once again cry out her agony. But when her lips parted, she felt Sammy's thick tongue flooding into her throat, licking its way around, tickling her palate and teasing her gums. The taste of the corn liquor burned her own tongue and she wanted to force his tongue out so she could shut her mouth. But the harder she tried, the more difficult she found him as he used the pressure of his own lips to keep hers forced apart. Muffled, pained noises came from her throat as his hands began sliding over her body in an attempt to fill themselves with the full, round swellings of her soft buttocks. His fingers were unmerciful in the way they pulled at her flesh.
When he finally did pull his tongue from her mouth, he used it to swab her face, licking her cheeks, eyelids, nostrils, and chin. It was an icy firebrand teasing her ultra-sensitive skin, making her hate herself for letting him start to arouse her.
The tight, clutching, cylindrical hollow surrounding his phallic corona seemed to excite Sammy all the more. He could feel the tender nerve-endings in his cock head sending maddened signals of delight all the way through his gluttinous loins. Oh shit! He couldn't remember when anything felt so sweet. Hot damn! He had to ram the full length of his throbbing prick all the way into her inflamed tunnel. He was so damn close to coming it would have been criminal for him to pop his load before plunging all the way in again. Knowing he was causing her anguish seemed to lend wings to his desire and he hauled his hips back. Then his plunging cock went slamming forward into her tight, screaming depths, running as far up into her as its stubbiness would permit.
"Maaaaaa . . . ayyyyyaaaaaggggghhhhh . . . oh no-o-o-o-o-o ..." Brenda screeched, her voice carrying out of the shack, far into the night.
The pain was horrible. Brenda had no idea so much agony could be associated with what she thought was a purely wonderful function. Brenda sank her teeth into her lower lip, writhing with pain.
Sammy was behaving like an insane rapist. If what he was doing continued unchecked, he might very well kill her.
There was more than pain involved. Brenda felt utterly humiliated by the man's behavior, and she was fast learning to hate him as much as she'd feared him. Her vaginal conduit felt stretched to the point of being torn open, the agony overpowering all other building sensations inside her.
He reared back again flexing his hips, then powered forward once more, sinking himself all the way into her again. Brenda expected to feel more of the soul-rending pain, and was surprised when she realized the hurt was actually diminishing. Each time he pushed forward again, she felt her lubed thoroughfare accept his plunging, pulsing prick more easily. Now she realized she had to fight the pain in her mind, because the pain in her body was continually lessening.
Perhaps it was the roughness of it all, the fact no love was attached to the action. She was being pierced by a vicious, animalistic, fucking beast whose only interest was self-gratification. He was purposely humbling her, violently, deliberately, painfully, as he continually inserted his seething member through her steaming aqueduct, letting her know precisely how dependent she was on his good will.
Her violated tunnel was very tight, and from the way Sammy was behaving it was obvious he expected his throbbing post to expend its contents at any second. The tight, skin-like, satiny feel of her clutching vagina as it seemed to liquidly flow around his thrusting phallus sent tremendous pleasure-impulses surging to his primitive brain. Each following thrust was harder as he slammed his thick meat into her to its maximum length, continuing to stretch her tight, vaginal playground. The hard cock churned through her delicate membranes like a throbbing, high-powered steam engine rushing through a long, dark tunnel at top speed.
"Aaaannnngggghhhhhhh!" Brenda bellowed, not understanding the mixture of feelings inside her. The abruptness of his entry was still locked in her mind as his stubby solidity continued knifing into her vaginal orifice like a skewer being plunged through a prime roast. The astonishment of having her inner tenderness made raw by Sammy's fat cock had made her tighten up in a vain attempt to halt her degradation. But the attempt was vain indeed as she realized exactly how powerless she was to do anything other than respond. All she could do was lay there, suspended on the end of the vibrating meat-pole buried inside her helpless pussy. The brutal maleness raping her was her only hope of salvaging something from all this. He had completely crushed her ego, making her realize she was not only his to do with as he pleased, but his to harm in any way he chose.
Her scrubbed vagina hurt from the scraping it had received from his thick phallus. She felt it seemingly press all the deeper into her, and the sensation made her want to look at what he was doing to her. She raised herself on her elbows for a moment and stared down at the lascivious joining of his body to hers. She could see his dark, curly pubic hair scrubbing against the bare, defenseless flesh of her soft cuntlips as his hardened masculinity continued probing its way into her as far as it could go.
Sammy's eyes were tightly shut for the moment as he concentrated on fighting off his orgasm. The pressure in his balls was obviously increasing to where he would no longer have any control over it. Brenda realized he was losing himself in the warm, slick depths of her clasping pussy. He cocked his hips several times in an effort to hold back, but he was quickly losing any handle he had on his oncoming climax.
Unable to help herself, Brenda sent her hips up to meet his thrusting pelvis, thereby making his attempts to slow his crisis even more difficult. Damn! There was no slowing and no turning back as his throbbing phallus moved all the more swiftly through her tight, rubbery cunt. Even so, he was stroking his hard prick its full length through her twat. He would withdraw the hard prong from the hot depths of her now-salved tunnel until his corona was all but out of her. Then with fantastic speed he plunged back into her, feeling the jellied depths of her sucking pussy totally surround him.
"Uuuunnnnggghhhh!" was all Brenda could utter, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, now.
If it had been a plea to Sammy to slow down, it would have been useless. She felt him thud his fist-like extension into her with hard, unmerciful strokes, working it through her tortured ingress again and again. His lust had so overpowered him, he had no intention of waiting for her newly-opened tunnel to adjust to his thickness.
And yet, that familiar flame was starting to light in her belly. Had he been a bit slower about it, making certain her inner hallway had been wet enough from the start, she would have come to understand precisely how good his throbbing, thrusting cock really felt.
The rubbery, smooth walls of her tight pussy were opening a bit now, letting his driving cock fit snugly into her each time his hips rammed themselves forward. He was pounding his burning meat into her all the more quickly now. The way he was fucking into her, it was obvious he intended making her pay for trying to get away. Each lancing attack of his thick penis was a figurative punch, helping to release pent-up emotions. It was as if he were finally completing the one last thing needed to be done to her as he continually battered his way into and out of her squirming body.
Brenda's long, shapely legs were twined around his own thighs, making it all the more difficult for him to piston himself in and out of her.
Rae Dale, off to the side all this time, plainly saw her tortured daughter's coral, puffy cunt work itself around his secretion-wetted prick while the latter pistoned itself through her blistering depths again and again. The elastic-looking vulva seemed to caress his in-plunging stanchion now, and the feeling was so arousing, Sammy could feel the swirl of blood moving through his wanton flesh. He continued driving down into her again and again, feeling the spasming depths of her tight pussy squeeze him with such force he expected his cock might be snapped off at its base at any moment. Each of his knifing attacks lifted her bouncing buttocks clear off the hay filled mattress as his testicles freely swung against the tight, squeezing crevice of her asscheeks. The slapping sound of his balls against her buttocks was so loud, Rae expected to see bruises form on her daughter's behind.
Brenda's round, ripe tits bounced around wildly, and her long, silken brown hair was seemingly throwing itself in all directions at once. Staring at her daughter, Rae realized Brenda was really starting to enjoy it, now. She had discovered she was extremely sensual, but now realized her daughter was even more sensual.
The incessant slamming of Sammy's cock into Brenda's tight cunt was supposed to be punishment. She was being punished for trying to get away. It made Brenda angry, and she tried not enjoying it. To like it would show Sammy he was right no matter what he did to her. She shut her eyes and tried to suppress the increasing sensations on her tight nookie, as if to let him know she had feeling and wanted to be treated decently.
And then she opened her eyes and once again stared down to where his body was joined to hers. She glued her eyes to the thick phallus stuffing its way between her sensual thighs, cruelly moving in and out of her pained pussy.
Rae could see the ragged edges of Brenda's pussylips and noted what had been a soft pink was now an angry red. The labia glistened brightly as his poling prick kept pressing itself between her widespread loins.
Brenda felt her breath being pressed out of her body as Sammy leaned forward and slammed his hairy chest against her breasts. Now she could feel his sperm-laden sac clapping against her defenseless perineum each time his thick, solid muscle sank itself into her womb.
Now he was driving into her with such force, she felt hot lightning shock its way through her raw pussy. She could feel her quivering breasts vibrate with each passionate plunge.
I'm being fucked, she thought. God! I'm only twelve and I'm being fucked. What would mommy and daddy say if they found out?
And then she remembered her mother was sitting there, being forced to watch her degradation. She would have felt ashamed had she not turned her head and looked into her mother's eyes. Where there should have been sorrow or anger, she saw something else. Her mother's eyes let her know her mother was wishing she was in Brenda's place. Her mother wanted to be fucked. And with that discovery she felt a flaming sensation shudder through her cunt.
For some reason, Sammy looked over to where Brenda was staring, and he saw the impassioned arousal in the eyes of Rae Dale. Without breaking his motion, he sat up and said, "Get over to the head of the bed."
Almost hypnotized, Rae obeyed him, walking where he designated. He ordered her onto the bed, facing him, with her thighs straddling Brenda's face.
Brenda, still humping her body upward, stared up into the watering hallway of her mother's pink pussy. It was the highway through which she, herself had entered life. Now she had an irrepressible urge to return to the safety of her mother's womb.
Her hands reached up and gripped her mother's firm buttocks, pulling the woman's cunt onto her face, and she was sinking her mouth into her mother's butter-soft cunt-flesh. Her tongue lapped into the hot, flaming center, then came out and licked at the outthrust bubble of her mother's aching clitoris.
Rae Dale felt totally helpless. Her daughter's licking tongue in the recesses of her flaming cunt made her shudder. She fell forward and pressed her mouth on Brenda's bare pelvis, licking the hairy brush Sammy was slamming against her daughter's open, bare flesh. And on each retreat of Sammy's cock, she lapped at the blister of Brenda's enlarged clit, as well.
Brenda started squirming wildly, feeling a tongue and a cock attack her vagina at once. She writhed maddeningly, feeling one thrilling sensation after another start building in her.
Rae, aroused all the more from the musky scent of her daughter's colorless cream, lapped all the more strongly, timing her tongue-thrusts to coincide with Sammy's back-thrusts. She licked faster and faster, tasting the delicious flavor of their combined lubricating juices as it seeped out of Brenda.
And then the feeling for which Rae had been waiting almost made her shout. She felt Hy's long, monstrous cylinder start pushing its way into her cunt from the rear while Brenda's tongue continued massaging her clitoris.
Hy began fucking into the older woman with long, hard, solid strokes. He knew the sight of everything had aroused him tremendously, and he would be coming in almost no time. His hands gripped Rae's hips tightly, making the woman squirm as his powerful pudendum continued squirming in and out of her. Her thighs spread a bit wider, hoping to open her cunt that much more, perhaps wide enough for him to stuff his heavy balls in, as well. She reveled in the sensation of his weighty scrotum pounding between her thighs.
Brenda, feeling Sammy's balls hit her perineum, was able to taste Hy's testicles each time he buried his hard meat in her mother's aching quim. The taste of her mother's cunt juices made her all the hotter, and she hoped he just might open her mother wider, while feeling the chill pressure of her mother's tongue on her own clitoris.
Sensual delight was starting to build higher and higher in the flaming pit of Brenda's cunt. She knew she was going to come in a matter of seconds.
Rae felt Sammy's hairy belly pressing on her head, pushing her face ever deeper into her daughter's smooth pelvis, while he slammed her nose with his own hairy pubes. She reached around Sammy's shaggy asscheeks and gripped them tightly, pulling them wide apart. It made Sammy thrust into Brenda's seething pussy with all the more strength.
Brenda, unable to take the pressure of her mother's tongue along with Sammy's lancing cock, tautened. Her legs fell from around Sammy and straightened out as she felt the overpowering orgasm of all time suddenly take hold of her.
"Aaaaayyyyaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhh!" she yelled, deep into her mother's pelvis as Hy's heavy balls pressed against her upper lip.
It was Hy who came next. Before Brenda could even reach the peak of her own effort, Hy was bellowing a loud, "Uurrrrrrrrrggggg-hhhhhhnnnnnnngggghhhhhhuuuuuhhhhh!" He blasted his last wad into Rae's steaming cunt, and the pressure of it brought on the older woman's climax as she squealed a loud, "Eeee-aaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!"
And then Sammy, unable to control himself, sent his flaming spunk all the way up into the formerly-virgin cunt of Brenda as he roared a "Waaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhaaaagggghhh!"
Rae fell down on Brenda, Sammy collapsed on Rae, and Hy pulled out, slumping to the floor in a funk. No one noticed Jerry Dale standing in the doorway holding a bound Sunny.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Brenda finally came out of the faint into which she had fallen, she was surprised to no longer feel any weight on her. Sitting up, she was astonished to see her father, completely dressed, sitting in a chair, nearby.
"What happened?" she asked, acutely conscious of the pain in her vagina.
"The hinges on the outhouse door were rusty," her father explained. "It took awhile to work them loose, but I managed. After what Sunny finally confessed to me, I had to. Seems her brothers intended keeping us until we became too weak or too unattractive, in which case they intended shooting us and throwing us into a nearby abandoned well."
"Golly!" was all Brenda could think to say.
"Well now it's our turn, isn't it," her father insisted, pointing to her clothing, on the bed beside her.
Brenda hurriedly dressed, noting all three of the Murrays were trussed up tightly, completely naked. Seeing them that way made her acutely conscious of how cool the weather had become. She was glad to be able to slip back into her parka again.
"You can't just kill them, Jerry," Rae said, standing near the doorway. "Maybe that would be their way, but it isn't ours."
"Kill them?" Jerry Dale said, smiling. "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Well just what can we do?" Brenda asked.
"While I was in the outhouse with Sunny, she told me about an ice house not too far from here. Surprisingly, it's a modern place, where there's almost flash-freezing of ice blocks."
"But if you push them inside a block of ice, they'll suffocate to death," Rae objected.
"I wouldn't dream of suffocating them," her husband answered. "But people have been known to live for days with parts of their body frozen."
"Oh Jerry, no," Rae objected. "They could develop some kind of gangrene necessitating some kind of amputation."
"Yeah," Jerry nodded. "It just might happen."
Jerry Dale brutally herded the Murray Clan into the back of their old pickup truck, then drove with his wife and daughter crammed into the front seat with him. He had tied the two brothers tightly together, preventing either from moving. Sunny was also in back, tied separately. The way the truck bounced around would prevent their being able to untie one another.
Sunny's directions had been fairly explicit concerning the whereabouts of the ice house. By eleven thirty that night, he had parked the truck outside the ice house and herded the two brothers and their sister inside.
"Don't hurt the girl," Rae pleaded. "She didn't cause us any pain."
"I just need her for a few moments, to build erections on her brothers."
Just what it was Jerry did inside the ice house Rae never quite knew, but when he and the Murrays emerged later, she couldn't believe what she saw. Her husband had cut Sunny free, and sent her scampering back toward her shack, totally naked. But it was the sight of the two hillbilly men that astonished her. There was a heavy block of ice around the groins of each of them, and their penises, which had been shrunken earlier, were now frozen in a state of erection.
Jerry Dale herded the two hillbillies back into the rear of the truck, then said, "The only chance those two have of not developing some kind of pneumonia is to be let off at some hospital. They had to tell me the way to civilization to save their own lives."
Getting behind the wheel of the truck, Dale drove for nearly three hours before reaching a familiar village. He stopped the truck in front of a hospital and hauled the two men out, saying, "Maybe the two of you'll live, and maybe not. But three hours of freezing outta insure the fact that your cocks'll be amputated.
You'll never be able to fuck another woman again. And the only way you'll be able to keep Sunny happy is with your mouths."
Leaving the two men there, Dale got back into the truck and drove off. He drove all through the night, exhausted as he was, and continued driving the following day, stopping only for gas. Late in the afternoon he stopped at a motel where he, his wife, and his daughter, slept until the next morning. Then they resumed their journey until they arrived at a city near their own town. There, they abandoned the truck, and hired a cab to drive them home.
For two days Brenda and her parents slept, and soaked in the bathroom tub, trying to wash off the dirt of the Murray family. They were still dazed by their experiences with the hillbilly clan, and wanted to forget all that ever happened.
"You've taken me on my last camping trip," Brenda told her parents one evening at the supper table. "Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall, little Brenda's had it all. No more for me."
"We'll talk about it next year," her father said.
"Fine," Brenda nodded. "We can talk about it all you want, but this is one girl who's staying home when the two of you go romping out in the wilds. We came very close to catching cold this time, not to mention drowning, and being shot. From now on I'll be very happy to stay in my own little bed."
"Still," Rae pointed out, "we did learn a few things about ourselves."
"You mean we discovered we're no less horny than the Murrays?" Brenda asked. "You're right. Nor are we less animalistic. We eventually came to enjoy every last little thing they did to us, even if it hurt at first."
"Well I learned degradation is in the mind of the one being degraded," her mother told her. "We did a lot of things with those hillbillies your father and I have never before tried. At first I thought it was all so disgusting. But I found out it was not only enjoyable, but exciting. As far as I'm concerned, all the prudishness has been knocked out of me."
"I wonder," Brenda said.
"Believe me," Rae told her daughter. "When your father and I sack out together, it's going to be no holds barred, with everything working."
"And what about me?" Brenda asked.
"Hmmmm ?" her mother asked.
"I said, what about me. What the Murrays did to me got me all hot, too. I know I'm only twelve years old, but they really turned me on. I mean, I probably know more about fornication than Masters and Johnson, by now. Heck, I can't just stop."
"Brenda," her father admonished, "you know very well there's no way you can do anything with those boys who'll be hanging around after awhile, again. Give in to one of them, and they'll smear your name all over the neighborhood. I mean, let's not kid ourselves. Boys like to brag about their experiences."
"Daddy, it isn't fair," Brenda pouted. "I'm entitled to love as much as you and mommy."
"True," her father nodded. "But there isn't a thing we can do about it. There just isn't anyone discreet enough to trust around here."
"Yes there is," Brenda pointed out. "There's one person."
"And who might that be?" her mother wanted to know.
"You," she said to her father. "And you, too, mom."
A week earlier her parents would have been stunned to hear something like this from the girl. But after having been through their experience with the Murrays, the idea didn't sound bad at all. At least it didn't sound bad to Brenda's mother. Her father, who had been locked in the outhouse during most of the heavy action, still seemed somewhat reticent. Though he had been far less prudish than his wife before they'd met the Murray's, he was still squeamish about letting his wife know how horny he was for Brenda.
"I'll have to think on it," he said, leaving the living room. "Right now I'm a little tired and I'm going to the bedroom to rest."
Brenda looked at her mother with tears in her eyes, but her mother merely smiled and said, "Your father is still afraid to reveal his true feelings. He thinks I can't see them. Don't worry. He'll be undressed in about two minutes, and he'll be under the covers in three minutes. I've already locked up the house. We had planned on watching a little TV before retiring, but I think your father would much rather fuck his little girl."
"What makes you so sure?" Brenda asked, as her mother went around the house turning off the lights.
"Since we've come home, your father has been very, very hot, but he hasn't touched me, afraid I had been traumatically shocked by all we'd undergone. He's hornier than a bull moose right now."
"What would make him change his mind?" Brenda asked, trailing after her mother as the latter walked into Brenda's bedroom.
"We will make him change his mind," her mother answered. "You and I. We'll go into the bedroom stark-naked and make him fuck the both of us. I'll let you have him this time, but in the future, mother is always to go first."
"Oh wow, mom you're terrific," Brenda squealed, hugging her mother. "You're sure my being your daughter doesn't bother you ?"
"Because you're my daughter, I love you all the more," Rae Dale said, removing her dress and laying it out on Brenda's bed. "Why shouldn't I love you in every way possible."
"You don't feel lesbian about it?" Brenda asked, stripping off her own clothing.
"A lesbian is a woman who loves other women simply for the sake of enjoying their female bodies. Other females hold absolutely no attraction for me," Rae explained. "It's because you're my daughter that I want to give you all the love of which I am capable."
Their clothing was all on the bed now, and Brenda looked at her mother's body in the bedroom light. Rae had always possessed a stunning figure, but now it looked more lovely than ever. And Rae, staring at her daughter, realized Brenda's body had filled out a little because of the experiences she had undergone. Her torso was almost an exact duplicate of her own.
"Mother!" Brenda exclaimed, reaching for the older woman, clasping her to her body.
Each felt the hot tits of the other pressing into her own body. Each felt the other's tight, thick nipples digging holes into her own soft, tender flesh. Their hands began running all over their bodies, rubbing their flesh against one another. Rae pushed her hands between their bodies and began tweaking her daughter's nipples. She could feel the shuddering anticipation already built up inside them. Then she let her palms slide up and down her daughter's hips as she pressed her well-manicured pussy hair against Brenda's naked pelvis. Brenda responded by squeezing her mother's buttocks, thrilled to feel her mother respond with a chilling shudder, enjoying what was happening between them. The two females looked into one another's eyes for a moment, then their mouths slowly came together in a lingering, passionate kiss. Brenda ran her tongue lightly across Rae's lips before actually pushing it into her mother's mouth. Rae began sucking on Brenda's tongue as if it were soft candy.
Brenda slowly moved her body around to the rear of her mother, keeping her bare, leaking pubis pressed against her mother's tight torso the entire time. She pressed her puffy pussy-lips into Rae's rounded asscheeks as she filled her hands with the roundness of her mother's tits. When Rae tilted her head back and rested it on Brenda's shoulder, Brenda used the tip of her tongue to lick all around.
"Let's hurry," Brenda whispered. "Oh golly mom, I can hardly wait. I've wanted to be fucked by daddy ever since I saw the two of you in the sleeping bag."
"You were awake?" Rae asked, astonished.
"Wide awake and wishing I was in your place."
"Well tonight I'm going to be wishing I was in yours," Rae replied. "Daddy is going to give you a fucking not even those Murrays could have thrown into you."
The two quietly left Brenda's bedroom and tiptoed into the master bedroom where Jerry Dale was already lightly sleeping. He was totally naked, and hadn't even bothered to cover himself.
Brenda's tongue almost fell out of her mouth as she stared at her father's body. He was solid muscle from head to toe, and his most outstanding muscle dangled between his thighs, above the balloon-like swell of his hairy balls.
Rae Dale put on a small lamp so Brenda could see everything more clearly. She held a hand out, as if offering her husband's body to her daughter, and Brenda gladly accepted the offer.
Brenda sank her knees into the mattress, her head hovering over her sleeping father's relaxed penis. She could smell the musky fragrance of his manliness in her nostrils, making them quiver all the more. How much more beautiful was her father's cock than that over-bloated monster sported by Hy Murray. She had almost strangled to death, fitting every last millimeter of Hy's peter into her mouth and throat. She knew she would have no such difficulty with her father's cock in spite of its length and breadth.
Her hot breath made the quiescent whang quiver as she neared it. Her tongue leaped from her mouth as if beyond her own mental control and began licking its way up and down the length of her daddy's hot cock. Jerry Dale murmured something in his sleep, opening his thighs but otherwise not moving.
Rae knelt beside her daughter so she could caress Brenda's breasts. Brenda continued licking her father's thick cock, and slowly but surely it began to rise, like some hypnotized cobra. And as it stiffened the last little bit, Jerry opened his eyes, not quite able to understand what was happening.
"Wha . . . what are you doing?" he asked, still half asleep.
He understood a tongue was lapping at his hot prick, but seeing Rae's face so far from his body he couldn't quite contemplate what was happening. Not that he was complaining. This was a great way for anyone to wake him up.
"Oh God!!!" he mumbled, shivering, seeing his daughter's feline face at his groin. He had wanted something like this to come to pass for so long, now that it was happening, he didn't dare believe it.
"Like it?" Rae asked.
"Love it," he gasped, nodding, watching his wife's hand slide down the smooth roundness of her daughter's buttocks as she slid a finger into Brenda's moist groove.
Dale lay back as Brenda circled the tip of her tongue around the magenta knob of his swollen prick before opening her lips and sucking him into the hot, moist cavern of her mouth. Her lips applied pressure to the weighty swelling of his shuddering phallus as her head bobbed up and down.
Rae stopped fingering her daughter, feeling flames rising in her own body. As her husband humped his thick cock into Brenda's mouth, Rae squatted over his face facing Brenda, a thigh on either side of his head, and said, "Eat it, Jerry. Eat it, all."
Jerry Dale was more than surprised. He was overjoyed. His wife, the straight-laced woman who did nothing other than fuck was going all the way. She wanted her pussy lapped, and he'd be damned if he'd ignore the challenge.
Rae felt his fingers spread her sticky labia apart, exposing the rich pinkness of her inner flesh. His nuzzling nose, pressing into her sweet, short pubic hairs made her writhe, but she really jumped when he pressed his tongue into her steaming slot. And all the while Brenda kept filling and re-filling her mouth with the hose-like length of her father's burning meat, stopping only to take a tentative lap at his heavy balls now and again.
Rae pressed her flaming cunt down all the harder into her husband's anxious face, feeling him retaliate by using his lips to nibble her ragged lips. When she felt his tongue touch her clitoris she reacted as if magnetized, grunting and shuddering.
Brenda wanted this to last a long time, so after awhile reluctantly took her mouth from her father's solid phallus, using her nails to tease his scrotum and make the entire bed tremble with his gyrations. Then she slid along the bed to where her mother was still sitting on her father's face, and proceeded to rub the older woman's nipples. She could feel her mother's proud breasts enlarging under her touch as the nipples became all the harder.
Rae gestured for her daughter to stand on the bed with her feet straddling her father's body. Brenda did so, then Rae gripped her daughter's asscheeks and pulled Brenda's muff forward until she could sink her own face between her daughter's labial folds. Now mother and father were each eating cunt. Brenda could feel her father's elbows touching her ankles as his hands had a tight grip on his wife's hot twat, and it excited Brenda all the more. She could already feel a rumbling in her belly.
Rae felt her husband worm his forefinger into her rectal cavity making her writhe all the more. She slammed her juicy cunt down on her husband's anxious mouth while pulling her daughter's sopping pussy all the more tightly against hers. She could sense how expert her husband's tongue was as it swathed its way through her animated cunt again and again, and wanting her daughter to experience the same wonderful thrills as she, Rae imitated her husband's action, sucking on Brenda's sweet pussy as if it were an oozing orange.
Rae felt her orgasm starting to mount already. Oh God! These past days had really changed her. Climaxing was no longer something requiring a long buildup. Rather she could come quickly now, and then get set for another orgasm, and yet another. One would never again suffice her.
"Uuuuuhhhhmmmmpphhhhh!!!" she said in a muffled voice, pressing her face even deeper into Brenda's sweet, juicy cunt, feeling her daughter tightly grip her head in order to keep her balance.
And then Rae's orgasm hit her with the strength of a powering tornado, increased in intensity by the fact that she was sucking her daughter's hot cunt at the same time.
"Aaaaiiiiiiiyyyyyyeeeeeaaarrrggghhhh!" she screamed, crushing her soft pussylips against her husband's teeth, still working her tongue flailingly against Brenda's blisterlike clit, and Brenda erupted with a loud, "Ooooooowwww-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhnnnnnggghhhh!" and she would have toppled backward had her mother not held her asscheeks tightly.
Rae tasted her daughter's heavy lubricious outpouring as Brenda spasmed floods of it into her mother's mouth. At the same time, Rae realized her own shooting oil was greasing her husband's mouth. She felt a sense of relief when he pulled his finger from her asshole in order to better grip her buttocks.
Brenda moved away from her mother and off the bed, slick liquid seeping from between her gaping pussy doors, slithering down her taut, white thighs. Then she watched as her mother fell forward, taking her father's hot, hard phallus between her sucking jaws as she pressed her hot pussylips even more ardently against Jerry's working mouth. Brenda noted her mother wasted no time with tantalizing licks, but sucked the full length of the heavy flesh rod deeply into her mouth, jamming the rubbery head into her throat.
Rae bobbed her head violently, now, still humping her crotch against her husband's mouth, feeling the thrill of his licking tongue alternate between attacking her shivering clit and plunging into her seething feminine temple.
Brenda moved around to the head of the bed and stared at her mother's bobbing ass. The sight of the twitching asscheeks brought arousal thundering back into her body, and she forced her body between her father's head and the head of the bed. With her hands she pried her mother's tight asscheeks apart, then used her tongue to lick the full length of the ass-crack up and down a half dozen times before settling on the pucker in the middle.
Rae, having her cunt deliciously lapped while her asshole was being tantalizingly rimmed, hungrily sucked her husband's swollen dork with wanton animality. Continuing waves of heavy lubricity continued shooting from between her cunt-flaps, and she felt her husband lapping madly, doing his best to drink all of it. And the pressure on her anus increased as she felt her daughter's tongue actually worming its way in a bit.
Brenda pressed her tongue deeper and deeper, enjoying the taste and texture of her mother's tight asshole. She licked it wildly, making her mother bounce back and forth while still sucking Jerry's hot cock. Rae's full breasts bobbled back and forth, rubbing their nipples against Jerry's lower abdomen. Her fingers played with her husband's balls, tracing the wrinkly creases in the sac while the marble-like testicles inside rolled around and around.
Brenda's hands wandered along the length of her mother's body, rubbing her back, then sliding around to Rae's tits. She was aware of her father finally taking his mouth from her mother's dripping cunt, his face smeared with lubrication, his mouth overflowing with it.
Brenda was all aflame again. She was burning up, watching the way her mother continued sucking the stiff, upright whang of her father. She was gasping, feeling the fire inside almost shoot out of her throat.
Reaching out, she rubbed her hand on the nape of her mother's neck and whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry, but I can't take it any longer. Please . . . mom!"
Rae raised her head from her husband's shuddering cock, then she rolled off and stood on the floor next to the bed, saying, "Jerry, let's go all the way. Fuck Brenda. Fuck her now!"
When her father moved over, Brenda lay supine on the bed, spreading her thighs wide apart, all but silently begging for him to plant his throbbing meat inside her. She could see the lascivious desire burning in his eyes as he rolled over, preparing to mount her. Overanxious, Brenda reached down and took a firm hold on her father's wonderful shaft. She brought it to the entrance of her succulent pussy.
"All at once, baby," he whispered, and forced his thick squishing cock into the hot, gluey confines of her tight, crushing cunt canal, sending it all the way into her at one time. It made Brenda feel as if sheer energetic ecstasy was pressed into her steaming pussy.
"Daddy, daddy," she groaned, "it's so good."
"Fuck her, Jerry," Rae whispered lasciviously from the side. "Fuck her hard."
Brenda hoisted her legs high in the air and sent them straight back, thrilling to the feel of her father's balls as they slammed against her asscheeks while he rode his burning, pulsating prong in and out of her convulsing cunt. She felt a million volts of electricity move through her when her father bent his head and began sucking one of her turgid nipples while he continued madly fucking into her. She writhed in delicious torment as her daddy dug his toes into the bed and raised his body so he could nail himself into her with deeper, harder strokes.
Rae, watching her husband jam himself into their daughter's tight pussy to the balls, was able to see their assholes winking at her when she moved her head in that direction. Wanting to help them both enjoy it all to the utmost, she pressed her face against her husband's ass-crack, let her tongue stab out, then licked straight down, running her tongue from the top, straight through to his balls, licking across his balls, into her daughter's asscrack, and to the base of Brenda's spine. It made Jerry Dale fuck all the faster, increasing his ardor as it heightened Brenda's sensations.
"Daddy," Brenda screamed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh-dadddddddddyyyyyyyy . . . I'm . . . uhhhhhhh . . . c . . . co . . . com . . . commmmmmmmmm-iiiiinnnnnnnggggggguuuuuhhhhhhhh!"
Wild, stabbing thrills encompassed her entire body as she felt her second orgasm of the night tear through her. She clutched her father tightly, feeling as if she were on a rocket ride to heaven, and if she let go she would fall off. Her rubbery asscheeks bounced up from the bed again and again as her thighs surrounded him. Her clutching ass almost tore her mother's tongue out by the roots.
Rae knew her husband's cock would remain buried in Brenda for a short while. She moved to the side of the bed, and though their fulcrums remained joined, she forced their upper torsos apart and fitted her head between them so she could suck Brenda's nipples.
Brenda's flailing hands reached out on either side of her. Her mother's knees were up on the bed as Rae forced her head between the two horizontal bodies. Brenda was able to push her fingers into her mother's steaming pelvis. As Rae sucked her daughter's rigid nipples, she felt Brenda's fingers eeling into her burning slot. First the middle finger eased its way in, then the forefinger followed, and Rae, grateful for the penetration, sucked all the harder, rotating her pussy against the plunging digits.
Brenda felt her father's white-hot rod continue knifing its way in and out of her steam-hole as Rae continued mouthing the girl's swollen boobs. Jesus! The girl was like her mother in every respect. Her cunt was just like Rae's, except it was understandably tighter. There were times he found it difficult to plunge in all the way because the pressure of her clinging vaginal walls seemed to block the way.
Abruptly, Brenda felt her father tug his flaming poker from her scorching depths. He sat up, tugged his wife away from her body, and said, "Brenda, I want you to sit on the edge of that chair over there."
Brenda, still feeling the dregs of her second climax mingling with the building of a third one, hurriedly complied, more than anxious to get on with the fucking. She had to tilt her ass up and pull her knees back to her chest, exposing her crack almost vertically. Her father was on her in an instant, his probing phallus once again pushing into the correct entryway.
Her thighs automatically straightened out once her father was embedded inside her and her legs snaked around his back as he plunged back and forth.
"Last one for you, kitten," he murmured. "Have to save what's left for mommy."
He pounded viciously into her tightness now, slamming back and forth against her uptilted pussy, ramming his solid dong all the way in now, able to plumb the bottom-most depths of his young, twelve year old daughter's squeezing cunt.
Brenda came as never before, her voice howling like that of a wild coyote as her fingers dug into her daddy's forearms. She was getting a better fucking in these past few minutes than the combination of Sammy and Hy had been able to throw into her the entire day they'd used her and her mother. And there would be more of this, much more of this in the future. She had many years of being fucked by daddy, ahead. And when the time came for her to select a mate, she would fuck her way through each of the men she considered desirable until she found one at least as capable as her father, if not more so.
The hard cock rummaging back and forth inside her felt as if it would divide her in half as she swayed her ass, on the edge of the chair, from side to side, getting the utmost from this last fuck. And then her father pulled out.
Before Jerry Dale could say anything, his wife was pressing her hand against his chest, forcing him back until he fell onto the bed with a loud plump. Then Rae was on top of him, spreading her thighs over his groin as her hot hole came sucking down on his upright whang.
"You just lie there," Rae insisted. "I'm the one doing the fucking and giving the orders, now."
She wiggled her ass, grinding her seething crotch against his burning pelvis. Then, both she and Jerry jumped as they felt Brenda's fingers working into their respective bum-holes, making each wriggle all the more.
God! Brenda thought, pushing her finger as far into her mother's ass as it would go. I can feel daddy's hard cock in her cunt. Wow!
"Mmmmmmm . . . yesssss ..." her mother groaned. "It feels just right, yes, yes, yes. keep doing that, Brenda."
She rode her husband's cock with unmerciful strength now, raising and lowering her body madly. Her mouth was open and her tongue hung out loosely.
"Shoot in me," she begged her husband.
She wanted to feel his burning seed blast through her, as if proving that even though he'd loved fucking their daughter, this particular load of sperm was reserved for her and her alone. Rae's eyes were flashing with delighted wantonness as her body thrashed wildly up and down, moving itself the entire length of the shuddering cock column.
Hot, stiff cock hairs mingled with the soft down of her warm pussy as Rae continued her mad, exciting ride. She was nearing her climax, now. She would be coming at any moment, but she wanted to feel Jerry's hot spray shooting into her squeezing channel.
"Come!" she chanted to her husband. "Come!"
Brenda forced her finger all the deeper into her father's asshole. She had heard her mother begging, and she wanted her mother satisfied.
"Shoot it off, daddy," she begged. "Give all that great cream to mom. Then I can suck it out of her hole after you pull out."
As if he had been waiting for his daughter's encouragement, Jerry Dale began humping all the faster, and suddenly the liquid wax was rising inside him, and as his wife's hot cunt walls tightened their hold on his cock, he felt the sperm come spurting straight up, into her creaming channel.
"Yaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhhhhhh!" he bellowed, gripping his wife's hips tightly, humping up and down with maddening surges.
"Eeeeeeeyyyyaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!" Rae screamed right along with him, feeling the flaming spurting reach all the way up inside her. She fell forward, pressing her full tits into her husband's smooth, muscular chest.
Brenda stared, watching her father's softening whang still locked inside her mother's tight pussy, and knew his cock wasn't coming out for a long while.
What the heck! she thought. Might as well get as much from it as I can. And leaning down, pressed her mouth against the area where her father's upthrust phallus entered her mother's teeming hole. She sucked, tasting the delicious sperm, and thought, Now we're a really close family, doing everything together.
